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November 15, 2010

Feel Good Story of the Day: Flattening Westboro Funeral Ghouls

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Evidently Tulsa World did not feel compelled to give these people the courtesy of a license plate obfuscation. Welcome to the Age of Consequences.

Makes me proud to be an American and sad that tar and feathers and riding out of town on a rail has been discontinued. For now.Westboro protesters face jeers and slashed tires | Tulsa World

McALESTER - Members of a Kansas church that protests at military funerals may have found themselves in the wrong town Saturday.

Shortly after finishing their protest at the funeral of Army Sgt. Jason James McCluskey of McAlester, a half-dozen protesters from Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kan., headed to their minivan, only to discover that its front and rear passenger-side tires had been slashed.

To make matters worse, as their minivan slowly hobbled away on two flat tires, with a McAlester police car following behind, the protesters were unable to find anyone in town who would repair their vehicle, according to police.

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What do you want to bet that the Phelpses will get a revelation from his heavenly sign maker that protesting is now not the way of their god.

Posted by: Jewel at November 15, 2010 2:13 PM

Will no one rid us of this turbulent priest?

Posted by: Fat Man at November 15, 2010 2:46 PM

And verily the ACLU wend down and filed suit on their behalf, since their First Amendment rights were being cast out into the darkness.

You will not rid us of this turbulent priest!
From the Gospel according to Holder 18:3--The Life of Obama.

Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck at November 15, 2010 6:35 PM

'Bout time. Phuckwit Phreddie should have suffered some consequences for his Phreak Show years ago, but it's better late than never. Other towns with military funerals take note: if Phreddie rides in to spread his unique brand of joy, he can be given the same treatment that he received in McAlester, OK. Slashed tires, nobody sees anything, and nobody will fix it. Sweet.

Posted by: waltj at November 16, 2010 7:36 AM

McAlester? Jeez, we're talkin' about a town where the biggest employer is Fort Sill! (As in US Army.)
It's also the home town of Leon Russell, but that may not have anything to do with it.

Posted by: ed in texas at November 16, 2010 9:22 AM

Uh, ed, wrong end of the state.

You're thinking of Lawton. Lots of open ditches around Lawton, and in the highly unlikely event the Okies needed help, Wichita Falls isn't far away.

Regards,
Ric

Posted by: Ric Locke at November 16, 2010 12:03 PM

They stopped at slashed tires?

Now that's some self-control!

Posted by: Mikey NTH at November 17, 2010 7:18 AM

Ric: Oops. You are correctiod. I musta been drinkin' the last time i passed thru there.
Oh wait, i was...

Posted by: ed in texas at November 17, 2010 9:22 AM

McAlester is, however, the home of the Defense Ammunition Center, located at the McAlester Army Ammunition Plant.

If Lawton/Fort Sill is gung-ho - and it is - McAlester is arguably more so.

Posted by: CGHill at November 18, 2010 6:47 PM

I've mellowed some over the years, but I'm afraid that if I happened upon these horses asses trying to besmirch the memory of a fallen soldier, their tires would be the least of their worries. I am quite certain their entire conciousness would be occupied with trying to figure out how to make the unmercifull beating that MY LORD called for end.
Call me a horses ass too, if you like, that's just the way I am. GOD BLESS THE TROOPS.

Posted by: Roger Drew Williams at November 23, 2010 8:31 PM

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