Fred Phelps, patriarch of the Westboro Baptist Church, has finally died.
He will not go to Heaven. He will not go to Hell. He did not have a soul that will live on in any form, corporeal or spiritual.
He will be buried. His body will decompose (is, in fact, already decomposing as I write this). In fifty years, he will scarcely be remembered, and the people he tormented will be gone too.
His ultimate fate is no different than my own will be.
His death gives me no satisfaction or hope. His death does not mark the end of human cruelty and malice.
“Life ... is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
Especially the life of Fred Phelps.