I’ll Stand Over Your Grave Till I’m Sure That You’re Dead

The Reverend Jerry Falwell is dead. To hell with him, I say.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

4 thoughts on “I’ll Stand Over Your Grave Till I’m Sure That You’re Dead”

  1. I read the news and started involuntarily singing, “Ding dong the witch is dead, the wicked witch…” from the Wizard of Oz.

    Odd that.

  2. If only he were the last of his kind. But the world is spinning a little faster today and the air feels cleaner.

  3. Heard the news on the radio while grubbing around in the greenhouse, let out a massive “YIPPEEEE!”, and in no way felt particularly immature doing so.

  4. Yeah, one hates to speak ill of the dead, but I think that in this case a joyous YIPPEEEE is appropriate.

    I’ve occasionally read plaintive comments on leftist blogs about how mean right-wingers are when something bad happens to a liberal, but I have a hard time getting too worked up about it. Partly, that is just the nature of political division. It’s not good to take pleasure in others’ suffering, of course, but Falwell is beyond hurt now. And he was the cause of endless hurt that continues even now in a kind of dark immortality. The rest of us have to live in the world that Falwell helped create.

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