Posted on 05/21/2004 9:30:21 PM PDT by Flora McDonald
Sometimes pulling the plug on the TV just isn't enough. I checked the emergency FReep kit in the back of the vehicle (somehow overlooking my flag), hung a hot pink flip flop dedicated to J F'n K on the tailgate and headed for town.
The screamin' demons were in the middle of the block in front of the Federal Building on Main St. so I took up residence on the corner at the stoplight where it was easier for motorists to read the signs.
Holding two signs back to back, they read: "TO OUR HEROES - ARMY, NAVY, AIR FORCE, COAST GUARD, MARINES - THANK YOU!" and "THE TROOPS - THE PRESIDENT - THE MISSION: WE ARE PROUD TO SUPPORT THEM!"
Right away one of the protestors, Nurse Ratchet in a hat, stalked over, hands on hips to read the signs up close. As I watched her, I was once again grateful for the good nuns who taught us to read without moving our lips. The woman was middleaged and wearing buttons with the F word in association with our President. Talk about high hopes. It always comes down to sex with those people doesn't it?
A yelling man, I think it's the one who thinks President Bush is the anti-christ and a puppet of the Jews, came over for awhile to distract attention from the Troop signs but was quickly escorted back to the anti-war group by Nurse Ratchet. The only other ugly encounter was a young woman who walked quickly by saying rather loudly, "Are you still proud of the Troops now that they have been exposed as child molestors and torturers? Are you still proud? Are ya? Are ya? Are ya?"
But by then people were honking for our Troops, waving, and giving the thumbs up. The best part was to see them start to smile when they saw a sign of support and encouragement for our guys. One young man yelled, "I love you lady! I'm going to join you one day!" A business man walked over, opened his bag and gave me a flag (I had forgotten to bring one) and a man in the National Guard stopped to say hello.
The honking on the Troops' corner nonplussed the protestors who tried yelling louder which only made them harder to understand and had me in stitches when the five of them tried a chant. A little elderly lady walked by a couple of times, said she agreed with my signs but thought I was outnumbered. I said, "No I'm not." and we both laughed.
A lot of people walking by said thank you for being there. Several fire trucks went by and the firemen waved. Halfway through the FReep I remembered to start handing out yellow ribbons and next time will definitely bring a lot more.
Heading back across the river, I prayed that somehow, someway our young Troops know and feel the love, pride and support Americans have for them.
That's where I'll "wear" them. Bring them to the next RTM!!
Bet he gets a nice reception there. Wish I could join you!
We'll be with you in spirit for sure. Everyone says he won't be campaigning in the Richmond area. sigh. I would love to greet him at the airport or just wave at the motorcade.
FReegards...MUD
Thankyou. You've given me inspiration that FReeps can be done by just one person.
Since I don't know of any other FReepers in South-East Queensland, Australia, and most of my real-life associates are left-leaning types, I thought I had nobody to FReep with. You've shown me I don't NEED anyone else!
Support our troops, vote Conservative
KJ
ROTFLMBO!!! Oh, I think I'm going to cry, I'm laughing so hard!
I was inspired to hit the streets by reading reports posted here on Free Republic and by my brother, a veteran of Vietnam and GWI, who for years single-handedly took on the radicalized population of a university town.
It's nice to have heard from someone on the other side of the world!
Awesome!!!
Belated thanks for the ping to a great FReep report!
A solo FReep, a true act of courage. You're a true patriot!
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