Falwell dies, the left celebrates with creepy glee

I checked the news during my lunch hour and discovered that Jerry Falwell had died. During my commute home later that afternoon, the first place I went on my radio dial was not one of my right-wing talk hosts to whom I mostly listen. No, I went to one of the "progressive" talk radio stations in Sacramento to hear the inevitable celebrations that were probably going on. I was not disappointed. I tuned in to local left-wing gasbag Christine Craft on KSAC, 1240 AM, who was giddy to the point of breathlessness. As she talked a mile a minute about the joys of a dead Falwell, I was struck by just how hypocritical this nasally witch was being. First of all, she kept reminding herself and the listening audience over and over that Falwell was indeed dead. She kept repeating it just because she liked the sound of it. She was recounting some of the more outrageous things Falwell said in his long career, and she kept yelling, "Wake up Mr. Falwell!... Oh that's right, you can't... YOU'RE DEAD!" It was simply goulish.

Now to the hypocritical part. Mizz Craft kept referring to Falwell as a "tub of goo" because he was overweight. Now wait a minute here; I thought that in the compassionate and tolerant world of leftism, it's not OK to make fun of fat people. Isn't some sort of -ism being committed here by making fun of fat people? But there was the so-called compassionate and tolerant leftist-in-good-standing Christine Craft making fun of a fat person for being fat, and dancing on his grave in the process. So I guess in the topsy-turvy world of the Left, it's OK to make fun of fat people as long as they are not leftists. Consistency has never been the Left's strong point.

I freely admit that Falwell uttered some tongue-cluck-inducing quotes in his time, such as blaming 9-11 on our deteriorating morality in this country - sorry, Muslims would have still attacked us even if we acted like a bunch of saints; the majority of us are still not Muslim - but as far as Falwell's general political philosophy went, I tended to agree with him far more than disagree.

Off the top of my head, I would be hard-pressed to think of a public figure who would have me worked up in a celebratory tizzy like I witnessed Christine Craft exhibiting today. The more I listened, the more uncomfortable I became. At the risk of repeating myself, it was positively goulish. Christine Craft should be ashamed of herself.

Good Day to You, Sir