Phyllis Schlafly is dead. Whoo-hoo!
Yes I know, I know. I am a terrible person and you should definitely stay far, far away from me and especially my blog. It’s true that I was actually a bit sad when Scalia kicked the bucket, but that was only because I would forever be denied the number one experience on my bucket list: mooning that fucker.
But Schlafly? I feel nothing but unadulterated joy in her passing. #sorrynotsorry
I cannot wait until Dick Cheney’s day comes. I might throw a goddamn parade!
I feel like “respect the dead” doesn’t apply to public figures who have done prolonged measurable harm. Dance away. In fact, let me lead you in a cha cha cha.
… and that fucker Kissinger.
I have always ♥ this.
But in the case of Phyllis,
it’s not ‘a clod washed away’
it’s ‘a 100lb malignant tumor removed’.
I cannot wait until Dick Cheney’s day comes.
Personally, I’d like him (and all the many rest) to live long enough to stand trial.
Pierce R. Butler #4 has a very good point.
But that will never happen, so death is OK.
I thought I’d feel pure joy when Margaret Thatcher died – in fact, I promised a friend who was likely to predecease her (and in fact, did so) that I would dance an Irish jig on her grave. But in fact, when she went she had been a political irrelevance for years, due to dementia; and while I certainly felt no sorrow, I felt no urge to celebrate either. The difference is, Schlafly was an actively malignant horror right to the end.
“I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with a lot of pleasure.”
Clarence Darrow, Medley
I would have been a whole lot happier if Schlafly hadn’t lived to 92. That woman’s entire argument– “Why didn’t you just marry a rich man like I did?”– hurt an awful lot of people, not all of them women.
I enjoy thinking that Cheney has lived long enough to see that history’s verdict of him is that he was a joke.
And Kissinger has to know that he’s not viewed with the respect and admiration he got back in the days when the press was fawning over him.
Schlafly got to see gays in the military and gay marriage, and marijuana legal in Colorado. Going to one’s death seeing one’s life a failure: Awwwwwww!!!!!!
If only we could dress her corpse up as Carmen Miranda and eat fruit salad off her head!
I must be tired. I split an infinitive.
Marcus Ranum @ # 9: Going to one’s death seeing one’s life a failure: Awwwwwww!!!!!!
I read all the PS obits I could find, and not one mentioned anything at whatsoever all about the schism within Eagle Forum that has given so many of us so much schadenamusement over the last few months. If the family members of both factions gathered around the deathbed, the unspoken(?) tensions must’ve been nigh Dostoevskian.
Can anyone help me find the location of her grave? I know she’s buried at Calvary cemetery in St. Louis, but I can’t find the exact location. I seriously want to do some freak dancing on her grave!