Posted on 05/18/2006 8:18:19 PM PDT by kristinn
Honor Roll for today: Mr. and Mrs. Trooprally, Cindy_True_Supporter, tgslTakoma, daughterofTgsl and kristinn.
Code Pink, Cindy Sheehan, CIA turncoat Ray McGovern and approximately several dozen barking moonbats marched from the White House to the home of Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld in Northwest Washington, D.C. this afternoon.
Lying in wait for them were six members of the D.C. Chapter of Free Republic determined to stand up for Secretary Rumsfeld and for America. It was not a fair fight. Pinko egos were left splattered on the pavement after two hours of battle.
It was a nice Spring afternoon, with a shower early in the day followed by warm sunshine peeking through the tall trees in the Kalorama neighborhood where the confrontation ocurred.
We arrived early, a little before 3 p.m., about an hour before the Pinkos arrived. We checked in with officers from the various law enforcement agencies present and took a strategic position on the sidewalk right in front of Rumsfeld's house. The media soon started arriving. By 4 p.m. there were about two dozen cameras and reporters awaiting the arrival of Cindypalooza.
The circus came marching down Kalorama Road and set up in the narrow street in front of Rumsfeld's, the crowd was singing the refrain from "Give Peace a Chance."
We responded with a steady chant of "We gave peace a chance, we got 9/11," continuing all the while Sheehan, McGovern and Medea Benjamin gave brief propaganda speeches. The Pinkos became quite agitated at our peaceful exercising of our First Amendment rights. Gael Murphy lobbied the police to shut us down and move us out of the way, to no avail.
Then Cindy and Medea and a few others sat down on part of the sidewalk at the entrance to Rumsfeld's house in an attempt to get arrested. McGovern hung back and kept a low profile throughout the rest of the demonstration.
Being that they had sat down right next to us, we held our ground and started a new chant of "Media stunt! Media stunt! Media stunt!" Several in the surrounding media horde nodded their heads in agreement. Sheehan spent her time sitting down alternately flashing the peace sign working her cell phone.
Angry Pinkos repeatedly tried to keep us from filming the sit-in. After failing to get arrested for blocking the sidewalk, Medea led a man dressed up as a Club Gitmo detainee up the driveway to Rumsfeld's and had him sit down with two other people, a man and a woman. She and Gael Murphy wrapped them in pink yarn. Medea wrote phone numbers on their arms for them to call from jail. The police kept a watchful eye as the trio leaned up against a low retaining wall along the driveway. We took turns informing the media of Code Pink's support for the insurgents in Iraq, their communist background and their support for Fidel Castro.
After thirty minutes of the trio laying on the driveway, a frustrated Medea started complaining to the police that the protesters hadn't been arrested yet. She noticed that the media was getting bored and was beginning to leave and tried in vain to get them to stay. The police just shrugged their shoulders. They weren't ready to arrest anyone yet. Cindy Sheehan and Ray McGovern left. Sheehan had gotten an earful from several of us, one of whom lost a brother in Vietnam. Sheehan hates being confronted by Gold Star families opposed to her treasonous politics.
At that point the Pinkos were split into two groupings, on the driveway and the sidewalk. The Freepers and the Pinkos were free to engage each other. The Pinkos were not having fun. They shoved several of us. They waved their signs, hands and pink umbrellas in front of our cameras and faces. Sometimes they shoved the cameras. They called us chickenhawks. They were not happy at all to have the same tactics they use at press conferences, hearings, fundraisers, conventions and the last inaugural used against them.
Medea finally got tired of trying to get her lackeys arrested for sitting in the driveway so she had them get up and ordered them to go sit in the street and block traffic. The only problem was the police had already blocked the street because of the protest.
About a dozen Pinkos joined them in sitting in the street. Looking at them lounging about, forlornly waiting for the arrests that never came, I walked over to them. I extended my hand over their heads and started walking around them saying, "Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck." When I got to Gael Murphy. I cried out, "Goose!"
She was not amused. I walked back, again playing "Duck, duck, goose." This time I stopped at Allison Yorra. She was not amused either. But I was.
After failing yet again to get arrested, the remaining Pinkos walked back over to stand in front of Rumsfeld's. Medea was getting more aggressive. She shoved one of our signs as she walked around, and then tried a couple times to grab it from Mrs. Trooprally. The sign said, "Code Pink = Human IEDs."
Medea's short, however, and it was easy for Mrs. Trooprally to hold it high enough out of her reach. Former comedian Dick Gregory arrived about then. He was late to the party but the Pinkos gave him a hero's welcome.
We tried our best to be quiet while Dick Gregory spoke. We only spoke out a few times in response to the things he said. He did say something truthful: He said that the only force that can destroy this world is the Force that created it.
The Pinkos made one last ditch effort to get arrested after Gregory had finished speaking. Medea announced they would try "one more time" to deliver a letter to Rumsfeld. Three Pinkos, including the Gitmo guy, climbed on the low retaining wall along the sidewalk and charged through the tall, dense Japanese Yew shrubbery lining Rumsfeld's property and tumbled onto his small front yard. The police were right there to round them up.
Oh happy day! After trying and trying and trying and trying, they finally got arrested. But not Medea, Gael and Allison. Like a scene out of "Life of Brian," they stayed behind and yelled words of encouragement to their dupes behind the shrubbery.
Gael and Medea shared a megaphone. Medea chanted, "Donald lied, soldiers died!" Then she called out, "We love you Katie!
Gael took the microphone and added, "Perry and Dave!" Then she started to lecture the police, saying, "Listen police, agents, please treat them kindly. They are non-violent protesters."
This was a bit much for tgslTakoma. She shouted out a rejoinder to Gael's plea, saying, "The police will treat them kinder than you treated me!"
Gael whirled around and tried to head-butt tgslTakoma and screeched, "SHUT UP!"
tgslTakoma repeated that the police will treat the protesters kinder than Gael treated her. Gael whirled back around and slammmed her hand on the camera and yelled, "WOULD YOU SHUT UP!"
Allison Yorra stepped in to calm Gael down, but Gael pushed the megaphone into tgslTakoma's ear while Medea yelled into the microphone. tgslTakoma forced the megaphone down. Gael forced it back up, but a watching police officer told Gael to back off. She and Medea walked away toward the shrubbery.
Sometime after this a fourth person attempted jail solidarity and plunged into the shrubbery. She was caught by the ankles by a police officer who held her while another officer handcuffed her. She had been very aggressive toward us all afternoon. She needed some time off in the cooler and I'm glad she got some.
Medea and Gael didn't wait for the police van to pick up their dupes. They left noted screw-up Allison Yorra in charge. Yorra is the one who forgot to renew Code Pink's Walter Reed demonstration permit.
We taunted Allison for not showing jail solidarity and jumping into the police van with the dupes. When we challenged her for being a "Chickenhawk peacemonger" she responded by saying something like, "People call me a lesbian but I have two children." I have know idea where that came from.
After the police van had been loaded with the four dupes, the remaining dozen or so Pinkos walked back down Kalorama to Connecticut Avenue. Their Pinko egos were left splattered on the pavement. And their violent behavior was left on videotape.
According to Gael Murphy, those arrested for unlawful entry were Peter Perry, David Barrows, Katie Heald, and Mari Blome.
Link to photo album from today.
Video screen captures should be coming soon.
We used the "Rumsfeld Reloaded" image for two signs today. Some folks really liked it. The Pinkos didn't.
Since Code Pink's signature move is to disrupt other people's events, you'd think they appreciate how well FR took them to school.
[Mr] & [Mrs] Trooprally's contribution:
This FReep was a lot more fun than Sunday's FReep against Code Pink. First, it only rained on the way down to Rumsfeld's house. Second, we definitely rained on CP's parade. CP did not expect us to be there. When they saw us, they were both surprised and upset. I missed their expression, but [Mrs] T and Cindy_True_Supporter saw their faces. Imagine, only 6 of us upsetting about 35 of them. It doesn't take much.
It was especially enjoyable to chant during their press speeches. We drowned them out big time, twice. The first when they were in the middle of the street and the second time when they did a sit-in on the sidewalk in front of Rummy's property.
There was a lot of in your face "discussions", bumping back in forth to move us away from their group, some shoving by Cindy_True_Supporter when a moonbat started to make light of her son's accident in Texas, and by the moonbats when tgslTakoma was holding the "Code Pink, Human IEDs" sign and when taking movie pics of the Great Pink Sit-In. Tgsl was closer to Cindy Sheschrew than most of the CP group. TgslTakoma's daughter, who I thought was quiet and non-confrontational, got right in there with mom and watched mom's back. She was a little wildcat. So much for first impressions.
Of course we were very loud in our freedom of speech. I can't say it enough, CP was visibly upset about us raining on their parade. It was great.
Personally, I directed most of my freedom of speech to Cindy Sheschrew during the Sit-In. I had my brother's laminated wallet size picture (Vietnam, KIA) with my Gold Star pinned to it. I gave her several very loud pieces of my mind. It went from where is her son's headstone to why is she dishonoring her son's volunteer service. All the time holding my brother's picture. When asked by CP why I'm not volunteering to fight, I told them our son is in the Marines in our place.
Then they complained to the police about my cigar. They asked the police to tell me to put it out. Imagine that, we can't have freedom to do what we want, but they do. The officer basically told CP to go pound sand.
Before the great environmental smashing by CP, Medea B. tried to grab [Mrs] T's "CP, Human IEDs" sign to create a physical confrontation. [Mrs] T won that battle telling Medea not to touch her or her sign. As Medea walked away, she mumbled something about not touching her and having another idea. Apparently it was the great environmental smashing.
I was next to CP at the brick wall when it was breached. The first two Pinkos were through the hedge before I realized what was happening. They made it to top of Rumsfeld's front door steps but were quickly wrestled away from it by the police. The fourth person I didn't see, but the third one, the black hooded guy was next to me. He was a little slow getting through the hedge. I thought he tripped as he started to get up, but it was the police officer jumping on top of him. The great environmental destroyer never got off his all fours. That was my one great laugh for the day when I saw it happen.
They usually charge Pete perry and dave barrows for that...
D.C. Chapter mega ping. My apologies to those who weren't notified. This was organized quickly and not everyone got the word.
Sorry Medea, being a bitch isn't a felony yet.
Did you hold up a sign that said: "Dick Cheney just left his home to come over here for dinner. It's a 5 minute Drive. Did someone say DUCK!!!"
No one calls me a lesbian because I never had any children, either....
Hey Allison, You're a....well you know.
Duck, duck, duck, duck, GOOSE!
Too funny. Surprised someone didn't have a stroke over that one! lol
Bless you all! :-)
Pinz
I thought I saw Cindy Sheehan and her cohort today. I was walking up Connecticut Avenue from the Farragut North stop, and I see some police on motorcycles come up, as if in a procession. I turn around and see the pink-clad crew come up Connecticut, delaying traffic behind it. There were probably less than a hundred of them, so I thought it was senseless that they were letting them march up the street.
Really now, when visitors come calling in this warm weather, it is the polite thing to do by serving them Kool Aid.
Welll the old gal realized how long it's been since she's been "goosed".
Code Pink Needs The "Big O".
This may be the funniest thing I have read this month. Great work, guys! Sounds like you frustrated the c**p out of those delusional nutjobs.
Oh, I loved the duck, duck, duck, goose story too.
Bump, this is great! You guys have all the fun!
Medea should apologize and then resign for that.
and to the great DC FReepers
Way to go. I know how much fun it is to show the colors
to the pinkos.
As one of the core group of San Diego FReepers who join Protest Warriors and counter the Pinkos often near the San Diego Navy Hospital & Medical Center.
Always great to see the pinkos scurry off like roaches in the light.
and yes, EAGLES UP!
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