A while ago, I discussed how I’d love to counter a neo-Nazi rally some time. The key to my idea was to have FUN with the putzes. As McGehee once said here (I’ve misplaced the exact citation): “Don’t play with their heads. Unless they bounce really good.” Westboro Baptist Church is a truly unique cult of whackoes who manage to simultaneously embarrass the town of Westboro, Kansas, the Baptist faith, and churches in general by their simple existence. Their frothing-at-the mouth hatred of all things homosexual has evolved (or devolved) from “God hates fags” to “God hates America for not wiping out the fags,” and now their latest attention-whoring tactics are to show up and celebrate the funerals of soldiers killed in Iraq.
They came to the town of Marblehead, Massachusetts recently to spew their filth at the funeral of Christopher Piper. Piper had served for ten years in the Marine Corps, left the service, then re-joined the Army and won the coveted Green Beret. And recently, he died of wounds from a roadside bomb in Afghanistan.
Boston and state police showed up in force to keep the Westboro Whackos away from the solemn service. And their tactics brought a warm glow to my heart.
They were surrounded by dozens of uniformed and plainclothes cops and blocked from the public by the Boston Police Department Mounted Unit, which strategically pointed the backs of their horses toward the group.
The only thing that would have made it even better was if those fine, noble horses were trained to crap on cue.