Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Um, Freud? A little help over here.
Via A Tiny Revolution, a look at the Rockwellian childhood of Jerry Falwell, from his autobiography:
There were times that Dad’s pranks bordered on cruelty. One of his oil-company workers, a one-legged man he nicknamed “Crip” Smith, complained about everything. Dad and Crip’s co-workers got tired of the old man’s bellyaching and decided to take revenge. One morning Crip called in sick and Dad volunteered to send by lunch to his grateful but suspicious employee. Dad and his chums caught Crip’s old black tomcat, killed it, skinned it, and cooked it in the kitchen of one of Dad’s little restaurants. They called it squirrel meat and delivered it to Crip on a linen-covered tray. When Crip returned to work the next morning, Dad and his co-conspirators asked him how he liked his meal. They knew he would complain even about a free home-cooked lunch, and when Crip called it “the toughest squirrel meat” he had ever eaten, they were glad to tell him why.

Interesting how that prank merely borders on cruelty. What would be downright cruel in this sick sad world?


Anonymous said...

Yeah--I read this in the New Yorker. I wasn't sure if it was an actual quote and I didn't have time to check it out. But if that is something Falwell shared with the world--can you imagine what he keeps to himself?

Anonymous said...

No wonder Falwell is such a hateful man--he's got a lot of childhood "issues" to say the least. I heard that all of those conservative religious nuts had a terrible childhood, Tom DeLay in particular. Maybe that's something to research further who knows. Anyways, I dig your blog. Keep up the good fight!