One day, we'll tell our grandchildren the story of how religion was hooted out of government. A single tear will roll down our cheeks as we stare off into the distance, our eyes growing unfocused as we watch a beautiful sunset. But then, the Alzheimer's will kick in and we'll be all "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? WHERE IS MY WIFE? ...Oh, I shit my pants."

He will realize nothing when he dies, as he will be dead.

Replace "when" with "as". I need more coffee.

It is a bitch, that's why we have a Republic to ensure the tyranny of the majority doesn't overpower the property owner minority.

Bashing fundies should be a protected right.

O'd like to add that I get a sincere satisfaction about the results of the last election and how this old asshole feels about it.

I like to think of him as simply rotting.

The video uses Portrait of Dorian Gray-o-vision.

I'm with you. It's satisfying to see someone live their twilight years in their own little hell, knowing that the beliefs they held so dear all their lives are now defunct or wrong. Kinda like Greenspan.

My father died during the Bush Administration, he knew exactly what that was like.

It's not as satisfying as knowing that he's dead and nobody is listening to him and telling him he's right. I have a feeling he gets too much visceral thrill from righteous indignation.

I would like to see him live long enough to face prison time for his crimes.