Fred Phelps’s Hate Fest-O-Rama May Go Bankrupt

It would just break my tiny little heart if Fred Phelps had to take up an honest line of work like crash-test dummy, cosmetic testing rabbit, or Mike Tyson’s heavy bag because the father of a slain veteran finally beat him down in court.

I might just even shed a tear.

It’d be a tear of sheer exuberant rejoicing, but still, it’s the tear that counts, right?

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