Because Haters Like Thematic Music, Too

At funerals of fallen soldiers, they hold signs "God Hates Your Tears," "Thank God For Dead Soldiers," "Fags Die, God Laughs." They sing songs of hate (like the one below). They're Jenna Bush's wedding. They even picketed Coretta Scott King's Funeral.

WTF? Seriously.

They go all these funerals and other events. Even their children are holding picket signs of hate. You'll notice whenever they have the American flag, it's upside down, or, you know, on the ground. They certainly never hesitate to walk all over it.

What posses these people? They've recently put out a c.d. I heard their song, the one listed below. It's horrifying, really.

"Because there are people who hate people --and some of those people like music, and they like their music to be thematic." -Friend at school.

They picket Billy Graham revivals because he doesn't propagate the "God hates fags" doctrine. After the events at Va Tech and Northern Illinois, they announced that they would be picketing the funerals of the victims.

No. Seriously. WTF?

The church is comprised almost wholly of members of the Phelps family. When Phelps, Sr. was voted out of his old congregations several other families followed to the new church, the Westboro Baptist Church. Pretty much all these families have married into the Phelps Family. Phelps, Sr. actually doesn't allow members of WBC to marry outside the church (oh, God, the inbreeding). The church preaches hate about not only homosexuals, but Roman Catholics, Muslims, Jews, and people who they believe support these groups: Swedes, Mexicans, Canadians, Irish, British, Americans.


Does it get more ridiculous? I'm sure it does.

On the lighter side, some parody websites have been made including "God Hates Figs" (do we all remember the story of Jesus cursing the fig tree?) and "God Hates Shrimp" (according to Leviticus, eating shellfish is a crime greater than homosexuality. Red Lobster is an abomination in the eyes of the Lord).

US Smarmy
By WestBoro Baptist Church
(to the tune of The Army Goes Marching Along)

First you fight
For the fags
Now you're coming home in bags
And your Army goes marching to hell
Proud of all your sins
No more battles you will win
And your Army goes marching to hell

Then it's IEDs
The Army's on its knees
Count off the body parts all gone (Two! Three!)
And where e'er they go
The dying soldiers show
That your Army keeps marching to hell.

Crimes you praise in your ranks
Getting blown up in your tanks
And your Army goes marching to hell
Hating God; coward’s hearts
Ziploc bags for body parts
And your Army goes marching to hell

Then it's IEDs
The Army's on its knees
Count off the body parts all gone (Two! Three!)
And where e'er they go
The dying soldiers show
That your Army keeps marching to hell.

Serve a rag, God’s hate grows
See the tags on all your toes?
And your Army goes marching to hell
For a tyrant you fight
God destroys you with His might
And your Army goes marching to hell

Then it's IEDs
The Army's on its knees
Count off the body parts all gone (Two! Three!)
And where e'er they go
The dying soldiers show
That your Army keeps marching to hell.

Resources:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westboro_Baptist_Church
http://www.godhatesfags.com
Accessed on May 7, 2008.

Comments

Anonymous said…
umm...mary? Red Lobster is an abomination in the eyes of the Lord.
5/09/2008 8:03 AM
Anonymous said…
Wait, what's wrong with red lobster?
5/11/2008 6:14 AM
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