I wish there were such a thing as a Hate Meter. If there were, I would hurry up to Radio Shack and buy one right now, because multiple sources on the intertoobz are reporting that Fred Phelps is near death.
Of all the hateful assholes in this country whose passing would cause a significant enough drop in total hatred to be measured on my imaginary Hate Meter, the founder of the Westboro Baptist church would have to rank near the top.
I’m sure there are others who could move the Hate Meter needle as much as Fred Phelps simply by ceasing to exist, but other than Rush Limbaugh, I’m having trouble coming up with any names right now. Maybe Dick Cheney, but I would more likely need a good, heavy duty Evil Meter for him.