From Fox News…
BALTIMORE â€??? The father of a fallen Marine was awarded nearly $11 million Wednesday in damages by a jury that found leaders of a fundamentalist church had invaded the family’s privacy and inflicted emotional distress when they picketed the Marine’s funeral.
Normally I’d not use the correct spelling of this old man’s name. Today is a different day though. Fred Phelps, a product of inbreeding just like his daughters, the so-called pastor of the Westboro Baptist Church, his kids, and the church itself are now on the hook for some $11,000,000.00, and The Bull could only be happier if a biblical plague hit said church and its entire congregation.
Hey Fred! Where is your god now? 
I feel comfortable in saying that simply because the god of the Westboro idiots is certainly mine and appears not to be the God of true Christians.
Of course, the father of the hero Marine is unlikely to collect much, if anything. The church and all of its assets will not come close to this amount. I’m sure that Albert Snyder knows this and is sleeping somewhat better knowing that he either has completely busted the ‘Church of Leprous Souls’ or has at least hurt them in a major way.
For his meritorious actions in a time of personal agony Albert Snyder is hereby awarded the Golden ‘Bull’s Balls’ Award. This is the first time that I have seen fit to award Golden Balls to anyone. This should tell you just how much I admire the father of this Marine, Lance Cpl. Matthew Snyder, and appreciate the sacrifice of his beloved son, a National Hero.
It should also tell you how much I loathe that bastard Fred Phelps and his entire inbred family. (BTW: The entire church is made of family members and a few local losers.) On many occasions over the years I have challenged Fred or any member of that freak show to debate The Bull. To date, they have not seen fit to take me up on the offer. I’m even willing to go to the Westboro Church for the debate. They are apparently far too scared of me.
I’ll be frank with all of you, my Dear Readers. I hope daily to outlive the demon Phelps by just long enough to go to his burial sight. There I shall empty my gut and both bladders upon that bastard’s grave. Count on it!
Bull, out. 
