Why is Chelsea Hoffman so angry?
Why is she obsessed with Westboro Baptist Church's adventures? Why is she incapable of expressing herself about the WBC without coming off like a snarking awkward middle-schooler?
Why is she so angry?
Happily, we know the answer! The words on our picket signs -- plain words of Bible truth (utterly unrecognizable to her generation) -- pierce the heart. They separate the joint from the marrow. They are a discerner of the heart. Put it this way: These words call bull-crap on Chelsea!
In this dark apostate desolate land called doomed-america, we put signs with words of hope in the air -- and they pierce thick darkness like searing white-hot light!
And the words are unassailable. The instinct to know that great and grievous sin against God is contrary to everything natural or decent, and utterly against the best interest of mankind, runs too deep.
It's written on the hearts of all humans that God is real, He has a standard in this earth, and He will hold every human to account on the Great and Terrible Day of Judgment. It can't be answered, or refuted, in any meaningful way.
That's why she's so angry.
We have a blessedly simple mission, to wit, publish the words. All the sloppy foaming-at-the-mouth lassies in creation can't stop us, and indeed are but another means of publishing.
So rather than rant and stew, Chelsea can do her duty to God, putting away her proud sin, and obeying His plain commandments. She can do her duty to her fellow man, and warn them about hell.
Then she won't be angry!