Yes, folks, it happened again - some of those Phelpsoids picketed the funeral of a soldier who was killed in Iraq recently. It happened on Saturday, June 17 at the First Baptist Church of Richardson, just north of Dallas, TX:
As it turns out, yours truly was just passing through, and I had my camera on hand, so what's a DU activist to do? Get out and document their shameful activities for posterity:
These people actually
celebrate the killing of innocents. I always felt that Bartleby and Loki from
Dogma were like a more rational version of Fred Phelps - and I have few doubts that some of these protesters would also get violent if they felt they could get away with it.
Phelps himself wasn't there, but the guy in the gray shirt and black sweatpants is apparently one of Phelps' henchmen. Notice the American flag he's standing on - it's tethered around his ankle so he can continue to trod on it while walking. Some of the other protesters did the same thing, tying flags around their shins or ankles.
This Talibornagain actually halfway posed for me. She's
smiling. But why? Does she really think her tomfoolery will earn her favor with the God she professes to worship? Or was she simply orgasmic at the thought that the poor soldier whose funeral she's picketing is burning in Hell? Either way, she's in dire need of a spiritual enema.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Westboro Baptist Church seed-corn in action. The next generation of anti-gay, anti-Semitic, blind, unquestioning hate. This is probably the saddest picture of the bunch, especially when you consider that such hate may have been beaten into their fragile little minds.
Some of the Richardson cops on hand to maintain order. That legislation Bush signed into law doesn't completely ban protests at funerals; the Phelpsoids are allowed to picket until one hour before the funeral starts. When the time came, all of the protesters bundled into a maroon Honda minivan and another little red car and drove off with a police escort.
And there you have it. That soldier was probably someone's father, for cryin' out loud. Really classy of those cultists to claim that God is actually on their side.