17 thoughts on “Be Nice

  1. Condolences to his family. I hope his passing was quick and painless. And already I’ve been more generous to him than he would ever have been to me.

  2. this man was allowed to say whatever he wanted, many times filled with hate, saying great when doctors are murdered for abortions, blaming gays etc but we cannot be unkind to him. shame on you barbara. i knew jerry, my deceased husband who knew him has turned over in his grave knowing jerry is now on the other side!!!!!!!!! i was working in lynchburg VA when jerry made his famous teletubies diatribe. those of us who laughed at him were treated a little less kindly.

  3. When my alcoholic father died, my younger brother often had dreams where his father approached him, in contrition, sorry for the irresponsible way he had acted in his life. I expect Falwell is going through something similar.

  4. Say, that’s ‘mighty purple’ of Tinky Winky to be so respectful of the man’s passing.

    I’ll just say that his Maker has called him Home, and I won’t share my opinion about which direction that call came from.

  5. Is it fair to say I’m almost glad he’s gone? I won’t miss the outrageous hate speech and all the echoes from his followers.

  6. I remember the hateful diatribe Falwell made against his fellow Americans immediately after the 9/11 attacks, and then I remember the scathing satire from The Onion, as to what the attackers actually found awaiting them when they got to “Heaven,” and then I say, Enough Said.

  7. I’m reminded of that Twilight Zone episode where 2 men die and go to the after life….one goes to his ideal “Heaven” where he gets to show his home movies all day long, while the other man in the same room has to watch crappy home movies for eternity, his personal hell.
    Is there an after life? What’s it like? Is there a loving Jesus on the other side, or will Beelzebub have a special devil put aside?

    I don’t belive in the here after, so I strive to do right right now.I don’t have a vengeful God, and thus no need to quote ancient scriptures written down by monks in caves during the age of darkness.
    Be here now.

    Man will be free when the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.

    Legend has it that death comes in threes.
    Robertson and Hagee should take pause.
    But that’s just magical thinking.
    Your Teletubby salute is sheer genious Barbara…..
    Good ‘un!

  8. Maha, did you delete my heartfelt eulogy? OK, maybe I was a little too exuberant in expressing my love toward Brother Falwell. Anyway, I’ll light a candle and pray that Brother Jerry finds eternal comfort nestled in Jesus’ bosom.

  9. I don’t think I deleted your eulogy, Swami, but maybe I mistook you for someone else. Anyway, I’m sure Brother Jerry is where he is supposed to be.

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  11. I’ve been told that if you have nothing good to say about someone…

    May God, if there is one (he/she/it). have mercy on his soul…

    Nuff said!

  12. Mr. Falwell was an evil, self-serving man. He stole from thousands of his followers and set the political / religious discourse back 100 years in this country. He will be soon forgotten.

  13. To take some “moral high ground” and praise Falwell even though he was a rabidly racist, sexist and homophobic asshole would be disingenuous at best.

    Yes, where we most depart from Falwell is in believing that we’re all in it together, equal and interconnected, children of God — which, presumably, includes him. But holding hands with Falwell’s corpse and singing “Kumbaya” would suggest that his vision of hate and our vision of love can co-exist, that we can all just get along. Instead, perhaps the appropriate response to Falwell’s vengeful moralizing is some moralizing of our own, calling a spade and spade and saying that Falwell was destructive and wrong. Period.

    http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2007/05/16/1220/

    Amen sister.

    Sometimes we liberals are just too concerned with being kind. Even Christ had his limits.

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