Well, that was fun...

UPDATE: Aiz sent her pics over along with a quick video (video link repaired)...

We should start off by saying that these folks sure were violent for being "peace protestors" and all…

There were several occasions where the counter-protestors were threatened with physical violence. Yup, violent peace protestors. Hypocrisy. That was amusing.

You’ll note that I said "counter-protestors". There were three of us this time. The incredibly bodacious Aizlynne of "Exposed Agenda" fame met me at the pub prior to the event and joined in chiding the moonbats. A note about Aizlynne: She is far more even tempered and reasonable than I am. Where I antagonize, she educates. I thank her for that.

The short time I spent with her at this event made me realize/ clarify a few things about myself as well. I’ll post on that later. This one’s all about the protest.

The third anti-moonbat was a fella named Merle. He doesn’t read the Chronicles (he may now though). He wasn’t there to join up with me. In fact, he was there before Aiz and I. He was a single individual with an ideology that made him show up, and stand up, to unknown opposition. There are very few people that have the balls to do that. My hat goes off to you amigo.

Anyway, there were about 50 of the moonbats in all, most of them grouped in front of the federal building. They seemed to like the idea of someone taking pics and let me get away with it until I pulled out the signs. They didn’t like the signs.

The Chronicles aren’t unheard of within the group of moonbats. One of them came up and asked which one of us was Richard. We chatted for a wee bit. He was quite pleasant. Well mannered. If the rest were like him there wouldn’t be a need for extremists like me. Later on, he mentioned that his roommate was responsible for some of the hate mail that I’ve gotten and apologized. Don’t worry amigo, you’re not guilty by association and the mail amuses me.

The 3 of us kept our distance from the protestors for the most part. That's not my style though. It’s no fun if they can ignore me. As they were having their little love-in, I went up and stood on the fringe. Signs held high. Interrupting their speakers with shouts of "Support the troops", "No more socialism" and some well placed laughs. It pained me when the really hot hippie-chickie gave me the finger. Not!

Here's a quick vid..

The guy in this pic (at the back with the sunglasses) seemed to have a limited vocabulary consisting of "Shut the f*** up!"

Once they were done with the motivational speeches, they decided to march over to the US consulate. I don’t know if it was planned or not. It wasn’t on the published itinerary but it made sense. There was no pedestrian traffic where we were. They all walked right past us. Each commenting as they did so.

There was some reasonable debate. Mostly on the part of Aiz and Merle. I’m an antagonist. I prefer to let these people know that they don’t have the power that they think they have. (this is what I’ll be posting on later)

Do you know that a very large number of these people actually find Cindy Shehan to be credible? Holy Crap!

At one point, one of the moonbats (it was actually a female) was getting right up into Merle’s face demanding to know why he himself was not enlisted with the US army and fighting in Iraq. This had me pissed on two levels. One: She was taller than him. Using her height, leaning in, being as imposing as possible. That’s not playing fair. Two: The argument that only those actually fighting the war have a right to speak on it is complete bunk. They’re not fighting, using their own logic they themselves shouldn’t be able to speak to the issue. I wedged myself between them and started giving her the gears back. She didn’t like it. I didn’t care. Merle may have been a little put out though. I think he wanted to shoot her down himself. I’ll mind my own business next time.

There were a couple of the younger ones that hung back from the main group. They tried to make coherent points but couldn’t. They left as well.


We were left at the mustering location all alone. Merle and I decided to follow them and keep the pressure on. Aiz had to scoot. Before she left though, she mentioned that we should be getting us like-minded folks together more often. I agree.

We caught up with the moonbats at the corner of 7th and 4th. Something different here this time. There were police. Lots of them. Don’t know what the police thought of us but the protestors weren’t impressed. Visibly not impressed. Their bubble was shrinking again. They broke out the mega-phone and started chanting. I was really wishing that RadioShack (Source) had some in stock when I stopped earlier in the morning. Wanted to do some chanting of my own…

It was kind of interesting. Over the length of time that we were there, a couple of passers-by started arguing our points with the moonbats. That was cool.

15 minutes later they decided to break up until the vigil scheduled for later in the evening. It was time for us to bail as well. Walking past them we made sure they got the point of our being there. They didn’t like it. The profanity used by those folks is amazing.

All in all, I think we were effective with our little counter protest. It wasn’t like sandblasting a cracker this time. No kids easily scared away by a crazy guy with some really cool signs. These folks were older and more experienced. And there were far more of them. They knew we were there though. They were made to be very uncomfortable. They were challenged on their ideas and didn’t do very well in defending them. They didn’t get a free ride this time.

What did I get out of it? I met two individuals that I’ve got a lot of respect for. Aiz for her temperament and balance. Merle for his gumption. I got to meet a moonbat who was actually polite. I got to get up close and personal with folks from the far left and let them know, in no uncertain terms, that they aren’t the only game in town. How could that be anything but good?