Ahhhhh death.

Ahh death... The great equalizer.
When I first heard that the great Jerry Falwell had well, fallen, I didn't immediately think Jesus was calling him back to that great televangelist kingdom in the sky. But then the MySpace bulletins started popping up. And it was clear the good lord had called this sheep home. Luckily, the first time I learned about Falwell was from reading Susan Faludi. I'm sure he would have loved that. As I learned that he had in fact passed, I wondered if perhaps in death, he was redeemed. Perhaps as he was gasping his last few breaths he had a moment of clarity through his bigoted, racist, narrow minded, little dick haze. But I doubt it. I mean, not only was he a staunch anti-civil right activist (living in Lynchburg VA, keepin' it real!) but a complete hypocrite who was as false an idol as Santa, Paris Hilton, or The Easter Bunny. No matter what, the mention of his name is bound to spark debate despite how much some would like to see his legacy of hatred simply dwindle and fade into obscurity.

What a strange twist that this morning as I'm drinking my coffee, thinking about Falwell no less, that I hear that the yin to Falwells yang had also passed away. Yolanda King, daughter or Martin Luther King JR had also passed due to heart complications. Peace activist, actress (she played Rosa Parks in a 1978 mini series) and author among other things, King's death outshadows Falwells in a way that only unseen forces can facilitate. Her death serves as a reminder of what true kindness and purity is. Yolanda King overcame true struggles, and made postive advancements in our world with her work, rather than poisoning peoples minds with hatred and fear.

I am truly astonished at the way the universe works. In death as much as in life there must be balance. This unfortunately does not always work out for the best. For with the fall of evil, apparently goodness is also lost.