Friday, July 21, 2006

the creation of a rightwing gasbag

This explains a lot. From Jerry Falwell's autobiography, c/o Power of Narrative:
There were times that Dad's pranks bordered on cruelty. One of his oil-company workers, a one-legged man he nicknamed "Crip" Smith, complained about everything. Dad and Crip's co-workers got tired of the old man's bellyaching and decided to take revenge. One morning Crip called in sick and Dad volunteered to send by lunch to his grateful but suspicious employee. Dad and his chums caught Crip's old black tomcat, killed it, skinned it, and cooked it in the kitchen of one of Dad's little restaurants. They called it squirrel meat and delivered it to Crip on a linen-covered tray. When Crip returned to work the next morning, Dad and his co-conspirators asked him how he liked his meal. They knew he would complain even about a free home-cooked lunch, and when Crip called it "the toughest squirrel meat" he had ever eaten, they were glad to tell him why.

What's most creepy about this excerpt, I think, is that Brother Jerry doesn't even seem to realize that this is wayyyy beyond the bounds of acceptable behavior. Did anybody read this and think, "whoa ho ho, that's a good one, Jer!" instead of, "Wow, what a f&%king psycho!"?

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