Brutes like Michael Smerconish are the architects of this nation’s imminent doom.
Michael Smerconish encounters the servants of the Most High God from Westboro Baptist Church and his raw-raging-rebellion goes off-the-chain. God knows (and we don’t want to hear about) what filthy sins he’s embroiled in that causes him to have such a visceral hatred for a few words, that he would dismantle the very First Amendment he heavily relies on to publish his swill.
Whenever you find a crybaby “male” whining about the Supreme Court shutting us up, you find him lying about the facts. No one disrupted a funeral or interfered with anyone’s “right” to have a death watch. The Snyder funeral was just like all the other soldier’s funerals – a major public free-for-all, with abundant liars on the scene trying to fix that stinky mess. Lying whore false prophets, militant-military-mongrels, media mutts, pandering politicians, angry priests from the priests-rape-boys pedophile-whorehouse (you call them catholic churches), and insurgent citizens pile up right outside the front doors and all over the property and miles down the procession line to the cemetery – with their impotent flags and lips flapping in the wind. Big, splashy, sloppy, self-indulgent, noisy affairs.
Don’t pretend like these funerals are quiet private events. Balderdash! They’re giant-sized public platforms on which and about which the whole world is talking. The families are often the worst offenders about jabbering to the media, sifting over the details of the dead soldier’s life, death and funeral – making him into a posthumous idol – and never ONCE owning their part in his horrific death and being cut off in his youth. You don’t care about the funeral or the dead boy; you just don’t want anyone telling you he died for your sins—because you know it’s true!
Meanwhile we stand a thousand feet away, on a public right-of-way, out of sight and out of sound, and leave as the funeral is starting. How—Mr. Smarmy—is that interfering with someone’s right to have a worship-of-the-dead-fest? It isn’t, that’s the answer. You just lie. Because you’re a hard core rebel-without-a-cause, and you pine for the Supreme Court to shut up these words that pierce your evil conscience. You don’t want these words said anywhere. But sadly for you, God does. So they will be said.
Pastor Phelps’ blue eyes are perfectly normal; it’s your hard, dark heart that saw them as fiery, because you know for certain that you are going to face a fiery destruction for your bellicose blasphemy. And in those few minutes that Pastor Phelps told you the truth – for the first time in your vain, empty, worthless life – he bound you with the words, and you will never shake off those bonds. It is evident you’ve been convicted in your heart since that day, given that you’re still stomping your twinkle-toed girlish foot in objection.
The only way the Supreme Court can reverse the 4th Circuit – which stopped that outrageous mutinous unconstitutional train wreck out of the trial court in its track based on well-settled law – is by uprooting all the law of this land, and tearing up the First Amendment. The First Amendment is a blessing from God, and like everything else God has given this nation, thugs like you are thankless. You don’t want or deserve a First Amendment; and you don’t want or deserve any of God’s tender mercies; so you will get none!
Meanwhile all your ranting and raving, and microphone-cutting, and trying to screamingly control the dialogue like the freak you are, changes nothing: You still have a duty to obey God little girl! Get a Bible out; close that big belch-hole; read the words; and obey them. Stop all your pretending you’re in charge of anything, and obey your Creator. Ninnies like you have filled up the airwaves with undisciplined lies about the Lord your God, and taken captivity a lot of silly women (of both genders) in this nation.
This nation’s doom is imminent. If you have an ounce of sense, you’ll quit worrying about whether you’re going to get relief for your aching conscience from the Supreme Court, and you’ll start worrying about how useless your temper tantrums will be at the Great White Throne on the Great and Terrible Day of Judgment. Stop being such a stinkin’ tyrant, obey the laws of man, and obey the laws of God!