And in fact stood up while doing so. Good souls, all.
The Polanski pitchforkers are like battery-powered robots, making their same terrible, Dawn of the Dead moral-criminal points year in and year out, defining and defiling the reputations of Polanski and Samantha Geimer alike, pounding the lecturn and leading the congregation in the singing of hymns like circus-tent Aimee Semple McPherson preachers. Geimer has been down on her knees and begging them to let it go and move on for many, many years, but they are fucking fundamentalist zombies, and they will never, ever stop.
