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Westboro's
Okie Problem
You can't pull that shit in Oklahoma
Members of Westboro Baptist Church
returned to their minivan to find its tires slashed
after their picket of the funeral of a McAlester, Oklahoma soldier. And
every shop in town
refused to make any repairs.
As their minivan slowly hobbled away on two flat tires, with a
McAlester police car following behind, ha ha
the protesters were unable to find anyone in town who would repair
their vehicle, according to police.
The minivan finally pulled over
several blocks away in a shopping center parking lot, where AAA was
called.
A flatbed service truck arrived and loaded up the minivan. Assistant
Police Chief Darrell Miller said the
minivan was taken to Walmart for repairs.
Even before the protesters
discovered their damaged tires, they faced off with a massive crowd
of jeering and taunting counterprotesters at Third Street and
Washington Avenue, two blocks
from the First Baptist Church, where the soldier's funeral was held.
Miller estimated that crowd to
number nearly 1,000 people, and they not only drowned out
the Westboro protesters with jeers, but with raucous chants of "USA,
USA." A few motorcyclists
interspersed among the crowd also revved up their engines to muffle the
protests.
The motorcycles were a great idea - better than my dog poop idea - wish I'd thought of it first.
When a funeral home is about to bury a soldier, they should ask the local Harley shop
to send over a couple of test bikes for the service.
When the handjobs start screaming "God hates fags," rev the Harleys and drown them out.
Or, you could slash their tires and rub dog shit in their faces - that works for me, too.
I'm not trying to be Joe Badass but if I was planning MY son's funeral,
I'd get my Southwest VISA card out and see how much pain I could afford to produce and deliver.