Our Beloved Mascot, Spokesperson, and P.R. Representative

Our Beloved Mascot, Spokesperson, and P.R. Representative

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

My Future (Extended)


So as I mentioned in a previous post titled "My Future", I may have said that I didn't like the Westboro Baptist Church. Well, not four days later, my Dad sent me a link to a website with an article and video (http://www.politicususa.com/en/bikers-westboro-baptist) of some Westboro protesters doing what they do best (besides their siblings and horses). They were protesting and chanting and generally making asses of themselves and defaming humanity for the rest of us, until three hundred patriotic bikers showed up. The video just shows the protesters standing around being obnoxious, then you hear some motorcycles show up behind them, and everybody takes off. The bikers were closing in on one fellow, and the 6 or 8 cops that were there, knowing they couldn't handle three hundred bikers, simply had the guy run off, yelling after him to "Run you stupid motherfucker!!" That's right, he turned to the police for help. Funny how they hate americans so much, but when they get scared because somebody doesn't approve of their hatemongering, they don't have any problem asking American uniformed men for help. What's that? Uniformed men? Our protectors and gaurdians at home and abroad? You mean the people that they've spent the last several years protesting the funerals of? So Americans aren't so terrible when Westboro calls on them because they need help, huh? Well, the people of Iraq and Afghanistan need protection from tyrants who are ruling their lives (that's where our soldiers come in), just like the guy I mentioned earlier needed protection from the bikers who wanted to fuck his shit up, and would've been right to do so. While that sinks in, I also saw a news report from Hawaii about a Westboro protest. When the protestors thought that nobody was watching, they weren't doing anything. They just sat there. They laid their signs down, stopped yelling, and confirmed to the world that they are Trollin'. That's all. If they really felt this way, I'd think that they'd keep yelling and hating even when no one was looking. That is how you stand up for your beliefs: Doing what you believe is right, even when you know that nobody is looking or will notice. I'm onto you Phelps'!! (Yes, I'm talking to all of you, because since nobody would consider reproducing with you, you've had to resort to inbreeding). You're nothing but a bunch of Trolls. Fuck you.


This is a song by one of my favorite bands. Listen to the song. It sounds exactly like they are singing to (not about, but to) Westboro Baptist Church.

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