And check this out:
"Renaissance Thinking About the Issues of Our Day"
In the new media monopoly that is our existence, we listen to the radio, we watch the television and we surf the internet (Or does it surf us? Food for thought.) with so much reckless abandon. Click here to make this person your new best friend; click here to join a group of like-minded people who also happen to hate Justin Beiber; don't turn that dial or the boredom you experience may just be your own! With so much coming at us from every angle, in every possible color, size, consistency and decibel, how can we possibly stop to smell the roses?
It has been said - I'm not sure where, but I can tell you who won last seasons "American Idol" ... okay, no I can't. It's been, like, almost a week - that an astounding amount of the world's ugliness began with a misunderstanding. World war, assassination, protest, product recall, banner advertisements, many of them started by any number of situations that would make the average sit-com writer blush.
This is all true. I read it ... in the ... Bible. Yeah, Bible.
Speaking of the Bible, let's throw out some seemingly innocent and random verses. Feel free to pay attention. Or not.
... Okay, I'm not sure what's going on there other than Luke was dipping into the wine a tad early that day.
All I'm really trying to say is that, after having read the Bible several times over the course of my life, I have yet to see any evidence that God hates fags. However, there seems to be ample evidence that God absolutely loathed figs.
In conclusion, Fred Phelps has based his entire career on a typo. Alert the media.