The legendary Fred Phelps clan, of fame for protesting soldiers' funerals and generally hating America and murder victims, has now struck Walt Whitman High School in Bethesda.
My favorite quotation is from Susan Russell: "I mean, that sign -- 'You will eat your babies' -- that doesn't even mean anything."
Isn't this protest a bit esoteric even for Phelps? I mean, is he now reduced to harassing monuments to literary figures? What's next, Oscar Wilde's gravesite? That road where Bessie Smith died in Mississippi? How about all of Harlem, since Langston Hughes probably trawled the lot of it. Alexander The Great's furthest conquered territories? I could go on, but
Bea Arthur died and I need to mourn.
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Sunday, April 26, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
"...dishes were magically cleaned" - Justice Thomas
Now he has something to say, for some reason.
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