God hates figs

Fred Phelps and his band of hatemongers were in Chicago recently (remember when they came to Immaculate Conception where we were young?)

Anyway, they were met by a lively and largely humorous counter-protest. You really can’t deal with insane people by appealing to their better angels, so making jokes is absolutely the way to go. It’s depressing when you see footage from a Phelps protest and there’s him and his seven family members looking foolish and then there’s 300 earnest and angry counter-protesters wasting an afternoon yelling at deaf ears.

So thank you to the people of Chicago for making me smile. Except for Zach, who brings me only pain and suffering.