Haven't Got Time for the Hate

I lead a pretty full life. A swingin' career. A house full of mouths who like to eat on a regular basis. People to see, places to go, mischief to be had.

I've never really understood stalking or actively hating from a practical point of view. If you do a really good job, you don't have time to have a job, right? And if you don't have a job, how do you afford the internet hook up, the non-descript van, and night vision goggles? Not to mention the bad karma it buys you.

I understand that the haters from Westboro Baptist Church plan to protest outside the funeral services for Elizabeth Edwards. I've seen, on the interwebs, that they intend to hold up signs that read "thank god for breast cancer." They seem to want to promote the notion that their god smote someone I'm sure they only knew from the media with that disease. As if the death of Elizabeth Edwards validates their wacky notions about right and wrong.

But, what happens when one of their own gets breast cancer? Will they see it as their god smiting one of their own for sins unatoned for?