I know this will shock you, but sometimes my work makes me irritable. I usually prefer to focus my studies on sensible, logical people like Phyllis Schlafly and William Buckley. This semester I decided to expand my knowledge of New Right social movements with a project on Jerry Falwell's Moral Majority. In spite of my standard, accepted, baseline level of ivory tower NPR liberalism, I pride myself on my ability to be pretty objective, moderate, and restrained.
Falwell has turned out to be a real test of my mettle because there are times that I really do think he was CRAZY. He had twelve different narratives for every event, a staff of really obvious ghostwriters, and sometimes appeared to be a total huckster. He just isn't as lovable as Phyllis and sometimes I've really resented that.
Until I came across this:
That Jerry! He cared about bunnies so much he included them in his autobiography! When ever I get annoyed with him over the course of writing 15-20 more pages about him, I'm going to look at this photo. The bunnies have such a neutralizing effect.
P.S. I can't even mention the word "saved" without thinking of this: