R.I.P. Fallwell

“Ok, I'll bite. Now, why couldn't he say, "Be not misled by those that would preach falsehoods that go against the testament, be they jewish, christian, or other..."

something to that effect.

Do you see where I am going here? You seem to fail to acknowledge that it is not prudent to say something that, in itself, is enough to turn off any thinking person (and offend them, nonetheless).

I don't know how much simpler I can put this for you!
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“I dont mean for that to sound as harsh as it came across. The point is mapleleafs exs priest was quoting the bible, not spewing hate. That quote from the bible clearly isnt about hating or shunning jews. The reading of that part of the bible (2 John 1) is very short if you really want to know what he was talking about and why it isnt about hate. If you dont readd it , I dont know what elsse I can say to convince you.”

“good question.

2 John 1 was an actual letter from an apostle to a church (the elders( about a specific case where jews were doing this.

rememver what I said before, consider the timing of this, when christians were being taught by jewish teachers. jews were the only ones that it applied to!



the christians were being taught by jews, the word 'christian' didnt exist yet. the jews wered taught by jews. the question was if they knew to teach about jesus.

got it ?
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“And Corey sez she ain't no Christian.


YEaaaaaaah, right, sargie.”

“Hey I'm hip, LaQ!

Why would anyone go to such lengths to apologize for the likes of Falwell if they didn't absolutely dig what-what he all say?

Dig?

And the relentless pursuit of consensus and familiarity with the bible reminds me of Sarge, too.”

“Two of us went to church growing up?

Interesting gang you got here.

marko, Im defending a dead man because it the right thing to do. I never have seen his show, but I know preaching when I hear it.”

“and three.”

“Sure Corey, Falwell was misunderstood.........

You will not convince me that Falwell was anything but a rabble-rousing and despicable person, give it up.”

“if you say he was then he was - in your mind

Have a great weekend marko.”

“No, welcome to reality.

All aboard!!”

“is it me or has corey spelling got a lot better all of a sudden?
why?”

“In looking at 2 John it may look sever but in truth it is no more harsh than what the Jew's own scripture says.

7 For many deceivers have gone out into the world, people who do not confess Jesus as Christ coming in the flesh. This person is the Deceiver and the Antichrist!
8 Watch out, so that you do not lose the things we have worked for, but receive a full reward.
9 Everyone who goes on ahead and does not remain in the teaching about Christ does not have God. The one who remains in this teaching has both the Father and the Son.
10 If anyone comes to you and does not bring this teaching, do not receive him into your house and do not give him any greeting,
11 …because the person who gives him a greeting shares in his evil deeds.

It's basically saying if someone does not believe in Jesus don't have anything to do with him. Conversely in Devarim 13 where we find the test of the prophets it says that if there arise among you a prophet, a dreamer of dreams and he prophecies an event and it doesn't come to pass he's to be killed.

http://www.chabad.org/library/article.asp?AID=9977”

“mapleleaf, I must apologize for my spelling. Its really my typing thats the problem. I have to use a sprcial machikne to type and its not only hard, but tiring to use. Please excuse the spelling. I'm also not the brightest bulb, so yeah my spelling sucks too. =)”

“Silly little libbies do love to hate.”

“Sorry I'm late, but me too, silly coniberalatives.”

“http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/la-op-flynt20may20,0,2297247.story?coll=la-opinion-rightrail

Larry Flynt: My friend, Jerry Falwell
How the pornographer found himself in the embrace of the reverend who sued him.
By Larry Flynt, LARRY FLYNT is the publisher of Hustler magazine and the author of "Sex, Lies and Politics."
May 20, 2007


THE FIRST TIME the Rev. Jerry Falwell put his hands on me, I was stunned. Not only had we been archenemies for 15 years, his beliefs and mine traveling in different solar systems, and not only had he sued me for $50 million (a case I lost repeatedly yet eventually won in the Supreme Court), but now he was hugging me in front of millions on the Larry King show.

It was 1997. My autobiography, "An Unseemly Man," had just been published, describing my life as a publisher of pornography. The film "The People vs. Larry Flynt" had recently come out, and the country was well aware of the battle that Falwell and I had fought: a battle that had changed the laws governing what the American public can see and hear in the media and that had dramatically strengthened our right to free speech.

King was conducting the interview. It was the first time since the infamous 1988 trial that the reverend and I had been in the same room together, and the thought of even breathing the same air with him made me sick. I disagreed with Falwell (who died last week) on absolutely everything he preached, and he looked at me as symbolic of all the social ills that a society can possibly have. But I'd do anything to sell the book and the film, and Falwell would do anything to preach, so King's audience of 8 million viewers was all the incentive either of us needed to bring us together.

But let's start at the beginning and flash back to the late 1970s, when the battle between Falwell, the leader of the Moral Majority, and I first began. I was publishing Hustler magazine, which most people know has been pushing the envelope of taste from the very beginning, and Falwell was blasting me every chance he had. He would talk about how I was a slime dealer responsible for the decay of all morals. He called me every terrible name he could think of — names as bad, in my opinion, as any language used in my magazine.

After several years of listening to him bash me and reading his insults, I decided it was time to start poking some fun at him. So we ran a parody ad in Hustler — a takeoff on the then-current Campari ads in which people were interviewed describing "their first time." In the ads, it ultimately became clear that the interviewees were describing their first time sipping Campari. But not in our parody. We had Falwell describing his "first time" as having been with his mother, "drunk off our God-fearing asses," in an outhouse.

Apparently, the reverend didn't find the joke funny. He sued us for libel in federal court in Virginia, claiming that the magazine had inflicted emotional stress on him. It was a long and tedious fight, beginning in 1983 and ending in 1988, but Hustler Magazine Inc. vs. Jerry Falwell was without question my most important battle.

We lost in our initial jury trial, and we lost again in federal appeals court. After spending a fortune, everyone's advice to me was to just settle the case and be done, but I wasn't listening; I wasn't about to pay Falwell $200,000 for hurting his feelings or, as his lawyers called it, "intentional infliction of emotional distress." We appealed to the U.S. 4th Circuit Court of Appeals, and I lost for a third time.

Everyone was certain this was the end. We never thought the U.S. Supreme Court would agree to hear the case. But it did, and though I felt doomed throughout the trial and was convinced that I was going to lose, we never gave up. As we had moved up the judicial ladder, this case had become much more than just a personal battle between a pornographer and a preacher, because the 1st Amendment was so much at the heart of the case.

To my amazement, we won. It wasn't until after I won the case and read the justices' unanimous decision in my favor that I realized fully the significance of what had happened. The justices held that a parody of a public figure was protected under the 1st Amendment even if it was outrageous, even if it was "doubtless gross and repugnant," as they put it, and even if it was designed to inflict emotional distress. In a unanimous decision — written by, of all people, Chief Justice William H. Rehnquist — the court reasoned that if it supported Falwell's lower-court victory, no one would ever have to prove something was false and libelous to win a judgment. All anyone would have to prove is that "he upset me" or "she made me feel bad." The lawsuits would be endless, and that would be the end of free speech.

Everyone was shocked at our victory — and no one more so than Falwell, who on the day of the decision called me a "sleaze merchant" hiding behind the 1st Amendment. Still, over time, Falwell was forced to publicly come to grips with the reality that this is America, where you can make fun of anyone you want. That hadn't been absolutely clear before our case, but now it's being taught in law schools all over the country, and our case is being hailed as one of the most important free-speech cases of the 20th century.

No wonder that when he started hugging me and smooching me on television 10 years later, I was a bit confused. I hadn't seen him since we'd been in court together, and that night I didn't see him until I came out on the stage. I was expecting (and looking for) a fight, but instead he was putting his hands all over me. I remember thinking, "I spent $3 million taking that case to the Supreme Court, and now this guy wants to put his hand on my leg?"

Soon after that episode, I was in my office in Beverly Hills, and out of nowhere my secretary buzzes me, saying, "Jerry Falwell is here to see you." I was shocked, but I said, "Send him in." We talked for two hours, with the latest issues of Hustler neatly stacked on my desk in front of him. He suggested that we go around the country debating, and I agreed. We went to colleges, debating moral issues and 1st Amendment issues — what's "proper," what's not and why.

In the years that followed and up until his death, he'd come to see me every time he was in California. We'd have interesting philosophical conversations. We'd exchange personal Christmas cards. He'd show me pictures of his grandchildren. I was with him in Florida once when he complained about his health and his weight, so I suggested that he go on a diet that had worked for me. I faxed a copy to his wife when I got back home.

The truth is, the reverend and I had a lot in common. He was from Virginia, and I was from Kentucky. His father had been a bootlegger, and I had been one too in my 20s before I went into the Navy. We steered our conversations away from politics, but religion was within bounds. He wanted to save me and was determined to get me out of "the business."

My mother always told me that no matter how repugnant you find a person, when you meet them face to face you will always find something about them to like. The more I got to know Falwell, the more I began to see that his public portrayals were caricatures of himself. There was a dichotomy between the real Falwell and the one he showed the public.

He was definitely selling brimstone religion and would do anything to add another member to his mailing list. But in the end, I knew what he was selling, and he knew what I was selling, and we found a way to communicate.

I always kicked his ass about his crazy ideas and the things he said. Every time I'd call him, I'd get put right through, and he'd let me berate him about his views. When he was getting blasted for his ridiculous homophobic comments after he wrote his "Tinky Winky" article cautioning parents that the purple Teletubby character was in fact gay, I called him in Florida and yelled at him to "leave the Tinky Winkies alone."

When he referred to Ellen Degeneres in print as Ellen "Degenerate," I called him and said, "What are you doing? You don't need to poison the whole lake with your venom." I could hear him mumbling out of the side of his mouth, "These lesbians just drive me crazy." I'm sure I never changed his mind about anything, just as he never changed mine.

I'll never admire him for his views or his opinions. To this day, I'm not sure if his television embrace was meant to mend fences, to show himself to the public as a generous and forgiving preacher or merely to make me uneasy, but the ultimate result was one I never expected and was just as shocking a turn to me as was winning that famous Supreme Court case: We became friends.


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Too bad a porn king has less hate in his heart than TT libbies.
Sadly, love the sinner, hate the sin, is a concept beyond the reach of libbies.”

“..to water, but...”

“you can eat his meat.”