This morning was full of excitement. Even though there weren't as many protesters as usual (no Crazy Legs or Sad Suzie), a lot of stuff happened to keep things interesting.
There was a new protester this week. She is an older woman, short, with white hair. She's basically another Holy Ghost, because she doesn't carry a sign and she just walks back and forth - in fact when the Holy Ghost showed up the two of them walked around together. The new woman carried a rosary and a little statue of Mary. She glares a lot. I need a nickname for her - any suggestions?
A car slowed down and the driver started yelling at the protesters - it might have been the "my intelligent friend" guy from a few weeks back. He was talking about women's rights and such, and the two young guys, the Anger Twins, were telling him they would pray for him. He told them he would be back next week to bring them the Supreme Court decision of 1988 for them to read, and they said they would as long as he read some of their literature. The best part was after he left, when one Anger Twin turned to the other and said "Why would he think we care about what the Supreme Court has to say?" It made me want to beat my head against the wall.
A woman walking by stopped to tell us how frustrated the protesters made her every morning, and how she wanted to tell them to go eff themselves. So I told her if she wanted to, we weren't going to stop her. She was funny.
One of our escorts, AD, came in a superhero costume of her own design. We decided her super power would be separating church and state.
A couple of lovely women who were there with their daughters came out to have a smoke and chatted with us for a while. They were very good-natured and couldn't give a toss about the protesters.
The best event of the morning was when the police showed up. They pulled into the back and I went out to meet them; I was a bit confused since I hadn't called them for anything and SL and JB didn't tell me they were coming. It turned out they were just checking things out, making sure it was ok. They stayed out back for a while, because the main cop was hitting on LS - he even gave her his card. Then they came out front. They sat in their car and watched the protesters for a while, then got out and asked the little boy (we'll just call him God Boy) if his mother was there. She was (protesting of course), and they went to talk to her for a while. Then they went and talked to Peter Ryan, and the cop was writing stuff in his notepad. Then they left. Afterwards Peter had the protesters all gather around and he talked to them for a while. Exciting stuff.
It rained, and the protesters went inside. I'm still sad about God Boy being there. He had a rosary today, and a sign that said "Thanks Mom - For Life!". Every time I looked over at him he was praying. I just want to hug him and take him away somewhere less...crazy. Poor kid.
I really like the title of this blog, Peggy, very clever.
Now I need to read the rest of your post.
Wow that's sad about God Boy. So weird how he turned out that way and the rest of his family did not.
hello. do you mean god boy as in the one that we know?-LR
That's the one.
I think it's kind of funny that they went inside when it rained.... like abortion is only wrong when it's conveniant to them or something.
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