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Title: Fred Phelps Diatribe Against Stewart/Colbert
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URL Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e647x8xFKTs
Published: Sep 7, 2006
Author: Fred Phelps
Post Date: 2006-09-09 14:53:17 by Hmmmmm
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Comments: 15
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#1. To: Hmmmmm (#0)
The only thing this bastard needs to get right is dying.
Is everything under the sun now on YouTube? If it's not on YouTube, does it exist?
Bad karma to be jerking around at a funeral - although it's mainly a symbolic ritual, I wouldn't participate in it.
Frankly, I think Phelps, though more than likely sincere in his kookdom- is funded by someone or some organization with an agenda that finds it useful to have a ranting lunatic showing up at military funerals shouting about the "gays". He has dozens of followers making multiple trips a across the country with little to no notice at military funerals and other events- and his church doesn't have that many members and they are not exactly millionaires. There is something behind this guy. Hundreds of airline tickets a year, hotel rooms, meals, people ready and willing to go with no notice across the country to scream about fags? Fishy.
Mark Phelps feels nauseated whenever he remembers that night. He was hit over 60 times and his brother, Nate, over 200 with a mattock handle. Nate went into shock. Mark didn't. A boy who became a compulsive counter to handle the stress, Mark counted every stroke. His and Nate's. While their father screamed obscenities and his brother screamed in pain. Every 20 strokes, their mother wiped their faces off in the tub. Nate passed out anyway. That was Christmas Day. Though he believes he should be the next governor of Kansas, Pastor Phelps has never believed in Christmas. A mattock is a pick-hoe using a wooden handle heavier than a bat. Fred swung it with both hands like a ballplayer and with all his might. "The first blow stunned your whole body," says Mark. "By the third blow, your backside was so tender, even the lightest strike was agonizing, but he'd still hit you like he wanted to put it over the fence. By 20, though, you'd have grown numb with pain. That was when my father would quit and start on my brother. Later, when the feeling had returned and it hurt worse than before, he'd do it again. "After 40 strokes, I was weak and nauseous and very pale. My body hurt terribly. Then it was Nate's turn. He got 40 each time. "I staggered to the bathtub where my mom was wetting a towel to swab my face. Behind me, I could hear the mattock and my brother was choking and moaning. He was crying and he wouldn't stop." The voice in the phone halts. After an awkward moment, clearing of throats, it continues: "Then I heard my father shouting my name. My mom was right there, but she wouldn't help me. It hurt so badly during the third beating that I kept wanting to drop so he would hit me in the head. I was hoping I'd be knocked out, or killed...anything to end the pain. "After that...it was waiting that was terrible. You didn't know if, when he was done with Nate, he'd hurt you again. I was shaking in a cold panic. Twenty-five years since it happened, and the same sick feeling in my stomach comes back now..." Did he? Come back to you? "No. He just kept beating Nate. It went on and on and on. I remember the sharp sound of the blows and how finally my brother stopped screaming... "It was very quiet. All I could think of was would he do that to me now. I could see my brother lying there in shock, and I knew in a moment it would be my turn. "I can't describe the basic animal fear you have in your gut at a time like that. Where someone has complete power over you. And they're hurting you. And there is no escape. No way out. If your mom couldn't help you...I can't explain it to anyone except perhaps a survivor from a POW camp." Last year, Nate Phelps, sixth of Pastor Phelps' 13 children, accused his father of child abuse in the national media. The information was presented as a footnote to the larger story of Fred Phelps' anti-gay campaign. But the deep currents that lie beneath the apparent apple-cheeks of the Phelps' clan were stirring. A series of interviews with Nate resulted in an eyewitness account of life growing up in the Phelps camp. These reports contained allegations of persistent and poisonous child abuse, wife-beating, drug addiction, kidnapping, terrorism, wholesale tax fraud, and business fraud. In addition, Nate described the cult-like disassembly of young adult identities into shadow-souls, using physical and emotional coercion- coercion which may have been a leading factor in the suicide of an emotionally troubled teenage girl. The second son, Mark Phelps, who according to his sisters was at one time heir to the throne of Fred, had refused comment during the earlier spate of news coverage. He and Nate have both left the Westboro congregation and now live within four blocks of each other on the West Coast. But, like the icy water that waits off sunny California beaches, the deepest currents sometimes rise and now Mark has surfaced with a decision. "My father," says the 39 year-old, now a parent himself, "is addicted to hate. Why? I can't say. But I know he has to let it out. As rage. In doing so, he has violated the sacred trust of a parent and a pastor. "I'm not trying to hurt my father. And I'm not trying to save him. I'm going to tell what happened because I've decided it's the only way I can overcome my past: to drag it into the light and break its chains." Mark believes that Fred Phelps, no longer able to hate and abuse his adult children if he hopes to keep them near, by necessity now must turn all his protean anger outward against his community. Mark has decided to tell the truth about his father so that others will be warned. He and his brother have now come forward with specific and detailed stories, alarming tales, ones that could be checked and have been verified. Mark's testimony supports Nate's previously, and both men's statements have been confirmed by a third Phelps' child. In addition, the Capital- Journal has uncovered documents which substantiate this testimony, and interviewed dozens of relevant witnesses who have confirmed much of this information. "One of my earliest memories...," the voice in the phone pauses, painful to remember: "was the big ol' German shepherd that belonged to our neighbors. One day it was in our yard and my father went out and blew it apart with his shotgun." More in this link: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/michael_haggerty/expose3.htm Interesting theory, but I'm sure they generate enough income to do activities that satisfy their addiction to hatred.
here's the reason for the destruction of Sodom NOT that "God hates fags" Ezekiel 16:49-50 49 " 'Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy. 50 They were haughty and did detestable things before me. Therefore I did away with them as you have seen.
I quite agree. Sodom was a story about being a good neighbor and caring about your fellow human being, not an indictment against homosexuals.
sickening
I had only sporadic exposure to religion as a child, Sunday school once in a while while doing sleepover with grandparents... I vaguely remember talk stressing new testament, but mostly they sang really boring hymns.
The faster the Aryan Nation mob at Freedom4um are caged and chained, the better off we'll be. I’ll cheering when they are forced to behave. - Aaron
Bad karma to be jerking around at a funeral - although it's mainly a symbolic ritual, I wouldn't participate in it. I wouldn't either, although I wouldn't be out there waving a flag. I think it's probably pretty bad karma to hide half the deaths and the results of the maimed from our current expedition. these soldiers aren't heros, they're willing VICTIMS. I think by definition the heros in a illegal, immoral war would be the ones that refused to fight and walked away. I haven't heard any hero stories that fit that discription. It is lamentable, that to be a good patriot one must become the enemy of the rest of mankind. Voltaire These people know that they are putting thier ass on the line. I'm just viewing this with..... interest.
I read this hours ago, and I'm still shaking with rage. This "Pastor" is a shining example of why I no longer trust or believe in organized religion. Worse, reading tales of abuse like this force me to confront the abuse that I got to go through as a child. Nothing as horrifying as this, thank goodness, but plenty bad enough. My only consolation is in looking at this twisted, old, vile face, and knowing that he won't be long for this world. What a completely loathsome and despicable creature. There is at least one good thing he has done with his worthless, pathetic life: He has made himself into the living incarnation of everything that's wrong with organized religion, and given those of us inclined to reject organized religion a face to put on our arguments against the shamboozle fraudscam called "religion" that's used to deceive and defraud so many pitiful and wretched sheeple.
#2. To: Hmmmmm (#0)
#3. To: lodwick (#2)
#4. To: Ferret Mike (#3)
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#6. To: Burkeman1 (#5)
"Daddy's Hands"
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#12. To: Ferret Mike (#6)
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#13. To: Elliott Jackalope (#12)
http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/michael_haggerty/expose3.htm#CHAPTER%20TWO I agree. This prick is scarcely worth the price of the rope he deserves to be hung by. He is always with the verbiage about family. After reading stuff about him like the above quote, I don't see how he can sleep at night. He can't be human and I wouldn't want to go to a planet he is from.
"It turns out Mrs. Phelps was herself an abused child, according to her sons. "The only thing she ever told us about her dad was that he was a drunkard who beat them. She said she'd always run and hide in the watermelon patch when he was raging." Though most of her nine brothers and sisters either settled in Kansas City or remained in rural Missouri, Mrs. Phelps has had virtually no contact with them during the last 40 years. Not since she married Fred. "My father was very effective at jamming Bible verses down her throat about wives being in subjection to their husbands," Nate says. "She was a small woman and very gentle. She felt God had put her with Fred and she had to endure." "Oh, mom would try to interfere," adds Mark. "She'd come running out, finally, into the church auditorium as the beating would escalate, and yell wildly, 'Fred, stop it!" You're going to kill him!' "And then my father would turn on her. I remember him screaming, 'Oh, so you want me to just let them go, huh? You don't believe in discipline, huh? Why don't you just shut your goddam mouth before I slap you? Get your fat hussy ass out of here! I'm warning you, goddamit, you either shut up or I'm going to beat you!' "And then," Mark continues, "she'd shut up till she couldn't take it anymore, then she'd start again. When she did, he'd start beating her and hitting her with his fist, and sometimes she'd just come up and grab him. Sometimes she'd run out the front door, and sometimes he'd just slap her and beat her until she'd shut up. "I can remember times when she'd get hit so hard, it looked like she'd be knocked out, and she'd stagger and almost fall. She would give out this desperate scream right at the moment when he would hit her."
#14. To: Ferret Mike (#13)
Once again, religion is a sick, twisted shamboozle fraudscam that has brought more misery to this Earth than ten plagues. I truly pity those who "worship" such a twisted image of a so-called "diety".
"She was a small woman and very gentle. She felt God had put her with Fred and she had to endure."
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#15. To: Hmmmmm (#0)
Shame on Stewart/Colbert for making fun of Bush. 
The mind once expanded by a new idea never returns to its' original size
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