As I should have expected, Betty Bowers, America’s Best Christian, has offered up her take on the death of Jerry Falwell.  She spares no rod in chastising the porky preacher or the pathetic plebeians who gave him money and supported his evil ways.

Gossipy paramedics told me that Jerry died of a faulty heart. Frankly, my only surprise was that he had one at all. Nevertheless, his yammering mug finally being silenced because he had a failed heart seems marvelously fitting. After all, while he was alive, this obscenely wealthy miser’s heart seemed to fail him at even the most mundane opportunities. Jerry never gave anything to anyone other than an interview. Indeed, so parsimonious was this vain, oily swindler, in the aftermath of our nation’s great tragedy on September 11, 2001, the only thing Jerry thought to give those who grieved was blame.

I first met Jerry when he swooped down on Heritage USA to pick Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker’s bones clean of any easily-liquidated assets and studio equipment. They weren’t the first people to be trampled when Jerry smelled money — or bacon. As I told Tammy at the time, it’s downright suicidal to stand between Jerry and a working television camera. After all, Jerry was most TV talk shows’ go-to guy when they needed the snaggletooth-hillbilly point of view, a notoriously un-telegenic demographic.

When CNN called, Jerry would drop everything except pounds for a chance to squeeze much of his face into unforgiving aspect ratio of pre-HDTV television. With his smarmy smile and affable facility for slapping a perfunctory “but I love him in Christ” at the end of even the most vicious, artless insults, he was rather effective in putting a charming, folksy face on demeaning other human beings and their children.

And the money quote:

Believe me, you get more cash stuffed in offering plates and envelopes from the “Support our Troops” crowd when you turn a blind eye to the words of Jesus than when you turn a slapped cheek to the words of enemies.

There’s more.  Much more.  I can’t recommend it enough.  Head over there and read All’s Well That Ends Falwell.