WooHOOO! Everybody’s favourite fire and brimstone preaching shirt-lifter, Fred Phelps, has finally gotten around to chucking his hilarious ire and rancour at us paddy’s. Well begorrah behob, musha man and divil alive but we have truly taken our place amongst the community of nations now, eh? Who needs the feckin’ Commonwealth?
It begins to look like the fags and fag-enablers of the Literary & Historical Society of the University College Dublin have devised devices against me â€“ phrased another way â€“ they have contrived a plot â€“ or conspiracy â€“ to lure me to Dublin, Ireland, to speak at their 153rd Session on the subject of â€œGay Adoptionâ€ â€“ and then to arrest me for the crime of violating their law entitled, The Prohibition of Incitement to Hatred Act… zzzzzzzz.
Oh I’m sorry are you still there?
Anyway, it’s nice to know that Fred and the gang took some time out from whacking off over pictures of teenage boys to cast some o’ that biblical rage our way. I particularly enjoyed the fact that these hillbillies are so monumentally stupid that they can’t even find the pound sign on their keyboards: ‘Fine that man 10,000 lbs and 2 years in jail for each offense.’
Cost of a domain name? Â£30. Cost of setting up site? Â£50. Exposing yourself as an ignorant, inbred, illiterate pillowbiter for all the world to see? Priceless.
God Hates Ireland
Blather on Fred Phelps and his dirty little secret