Walter Reed FReep #70 - Summer SMASH

08/22/2006 | PleaDeal

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Walter Reed FReep #70 - Pinkos Crushed Again!

Another spectacular night out front of Walter Reed Army Medical Center celebrating our Troops! Attendance was again extremely high this week (42!), but it can always be better! The following FReepers and FRiends* came out to celebrate tonight:

3D-Joy, Ainsley, her mother, Mirian, her daughter, Madison, all * from MD, Apple Blossom, AprilfromTexas, Bill * from MD, Barbara* from VA, BillF, bmwcyle, Britney * from DC, BufordP, Cindy_true_supporter, Chris* from MD, Citizen SMASH, Cordella * from DC, Danang68, Danielle* from MO, dellbabe68, Fraxinus, Gavin * from MD, George* & Ethel* from MD, Gretchen15, InGodwetrust1, Just A Nobody, kevinjdeanna, Leif * from VA, maica, Our Man in Washington, PleaDeal, Richard * from RI, R.T. Delta, "S"*, Sensei Ern, Son of TGSL, Taco Mamma, TFroatz, Tolerance Sucks Rocks, Tom the Redhunter, trooprally (Mr. & Mrs.)

In addition to coming all the way from Texas to join us for the third or fourth time in 18 months, AprilfromTexas also got two friends to attend from far away. Those were dellbabe68 and Richard from RI. Not only did April go the extra mile yet again to support our troops, but she persuaded others to do the same. Danang68 and Taco Mamma are also recently back from their "reverse snowbird" months in the Lone Star state. God Bless Texas!

Ainsley came with her mother, Mirian, and her young daughter, Madison. It was great to have many young patriots from the area with us tonight showing their support to our beloved troops. Thank You Guys!

Danielle, who was in town from MO, plans to return to FReep with us in December or January, possibly relocating to the area.

Content provided by BillF and Citizen SMASH. Pics this week provided by PleaDeal and Trooprally [Mrs]. Blue-bordered pics are by Mrs. T and her collection can be viewed here, with PleaDeal's pics here.

Cool Hummer!	bmwcyle and Bill* from MD
TFroatz, Danang68 and 3D-Joy	Our Man in Washington and Cindy-True-Supporter
"Run Forrest, Run!" - Trooprally [Mr]	Taco Mamma, PleaDeal and R.T.Delta discussing calendars (see below!) and cigars.
AprilfromTexas flanked by friends dellbabe68 and Richard.	Tom the RedHunter came out two weeks in a row.
Sensei Ern and 3D-Joy soaking up the last of the evening sun.	Tolerance Sucks Rocks, Trooprally [Mrs] and BufordP through the flag poles.
Taco Mamma and R.T.Delta snapping pics.	"My pic's better than yours." "No way! Mine's much better."

BufordP and bmwcyle setting up...	... to stand guard over our ...
... "Burma Shave" signs (that I forgot to bring last week!)

Warning! Warning! Danger Will Robinson *** Pinkos Ahead ***

The following report was written by the fearless FReeper Citizen SMASH. He has kindly allowed it to be reused in toto from his milblog Mr. SMASH Goes To Washington. Note: There are few Pinko pics tonight 'cause Trooprally [Mrs] and I just aren't interested in them. There have been so many new folks and FReepers who haven't been with us for months that there's just a lot more interesting things to do back up at the gate!

I wish I had known SMASH was going waaaaaaay down the block to "do his thing". I would have at least gotten a shot of that. He's gotten rather sneaky ;)

Meeting Amelia IT’S FRIDAY EVENING, and I’m back for more fun with my friends from Code Pink and Free Republic outside Walter Reed Army Medical Center. I begin my adventure with a stroll along Georgia Avenue, heading north past the Code Pink picket line. There’s only about ten of them tonight, and no new faces. I stop momentarily to exchange pleasantries with Megan and her wheelchair-bound mother Gerry. After commenting on the nice weather we’ve been having, Megan tells me that it’s Gerry’s 95th birthday. I wish Gerry a very happy birthday, but she can’t reply with anything more than a contented nod as she’s busy tearing into a chocolate cupcake. I promise to stop by again later, and continue north to the Freeper rally. They’re in good spirits this evening, as they appear to have a larger crowd than normal occupying their strategic position right outside the main gate. They greet me warmly. I’m delighted to learn that my website has drawn more people to this event: at least three newbies tell me they’re longtime readers of my blog. So, including my parents, my wife, Tantor, Rich Casebolt, Daniel in Brookline, and the handful of other less frequent visitors, that means I have at least a dozen-or-so regular readers now. Watch out, Glenn Reynolds! After making my rounds, I notice that the Pinkos have lit their candles (the sun has gone down), and three younger people, two men and a woman, have joined the mostly baby-boomer-age crowd. Of course, I must go down and talk to them. Digital microphone in hand, I approach and ask the newcomers if they’d mind being interviewed. As I'm introducing myself, however, union organizer Bruce Wolf (previously called “The Bouncer” on these pages) creeps over and eyes me suspiciously. “Hi Bruce,” I greet him. “Oh, you’re back again?” “Yeah, just doing some more interviews.” “Why don’t you interview those guys over there?” He’s getting out his camera. “Oh, I interviewed them last week. Got some good audio, too!” “Yeah, well why don’t you go back over there?” He’s standing in the gutter now, taking photos of me. I smile and wave for the camera. Is this supposed to be intimidating? Is my face going to end up on some Code Pink BOLO list? “I’ll head back over there later. I want to get both sides of the story.” I turn back to the young people. “I don’t think Bruce likes me being here. But hey, that’s Bruce.” The girl laughs. “So, have you guys come here before?” The men, Tom and John, are friendly but not very talkative. Amelia, on the other hand, is willing to chat on just about any topic. (audio) She comes to these protests because her mother is active in the local Code Pink chapter. Amelia herself is not a member, although she supports Code Pink’s activities. She refuses, however, to wear pink. Amelia can only come during the summer, when she’s on break from college. I ask her about how the Code Pink protest at Walter Reed began. “The genesis of this is the fact that soldiers from Iraq are being brought in here, and I think that’s the big thing, that, you know, the pictures that got out of coffins coming in on ships, you know, that we’re not supposed to know how many people are coming back, that we have soldiers injured… This is where the war really comes home.” Amelia is holding a handmade sign which reads, in Spanish “Ya basta con la guerra,” or “Enough of the war.” Her message, she tells me, is directed at everyone (even thought it’s not in English). Amelia believes this protest is a very effective way to “raise awareness of the human cost of war.” I ask her how people on the street are reacting to the protest. She says they’re getting “mostly support’ from people passing by, except for “the occasional verbal retort, the occasional bird flip.” She thinks some people might be confused by the opposing demonstrations, especially since Code Pink was forced to move from the main gate after her mother allowed the permit to lapse. Besides being in Code Pink, her mother is a union activist, and Amelia has been attending protests “almost from birth.” A taxi stops in front of the demonstrators. (audio) The driver, in a heavy Caribbean accent, starts shouting at them. “America is number one!” He says to the amusement of the Code Pink crowd, who laugh at him. “George Bush doing da right ting!” He revs his engine and drives off into the night. My conversation with Amelia continues. (audio) Her first passionate cause was “Geese not Golf,” a campaign to stop the development of a college farm, frequented by migrating geese, into a golf course. She was only eight years old, and made all the signs herself. The golf course was never built, but the farm was eventually closed.	Comrade Bruce arrives with the Professional Storyteller and a new recruit.
	One of our signs.
	The cupcake.
	The birthday girl!

Amelia’s mother is participating in the Code Pink huger strike. She’s drinking only “juices and water.” “They’ve taken people off [only] water, because that is not safe... There is a Franciscan priest, who is with the anti-war group, who fasts every Friday already. And he was only on water. And he’s a very skinny guy, and he was the last one to get off water.” She is unaware of Cindy Sheehan’s recent hospitalization for dehydration.

Amelia has protested against big corporations like Circuit City, organized for Democratic Party candidates, promoted voting rights legislation, and supported many of her mother’s union campaigns. There is “definitely” a lot of intersection between unions and progressive activism, she tells me. Amelia is not at all clear on the difference between the concepts of “free trade” and “fair trade,” using the terms interchangeably. “Look, there’s free trade and fair trade,” she tells me. “So, free trade is the economic idea. Fair trade is the actual, like, goods… It’s the same basic idea.” Despite her confusion on this issue, she has been involved in protests against the IMF and the World Bank. She once did a six-hour shift with her mother conducting a vigil outside the World Bank. “It was one of the sillier things I have been involved in.” As the Code Pink protest winds down, I turn to Amelia’s male companions. For his part, Ted “agree[s] completely with whatever she said.” Ted and Amelia appear to be an item. This was both Ted’s and John’s first protest. I get the sense that they wouldn’t be there, if Amelia hadn’t dragged them along. The Pinkos break camp promptly at 9pm, and I head back up Georgia Avenue to the Freeper rally. Bruce Wolf had given me one of Gerry's birthday cupcakes as a peace offering, but I decline to eat it (you never know what’s in those things). Instead, I show off the cupcake as a trophy of sorts, and eat some pizza one of the Freepers has picked up at Ledo, an Italian place a few blocks up the road. Just before the bus of wounded soldiers and families returns to the hospital, a strange man riding a bicycle the wrong way down Georgia Avenue stops in front of the rally site, and begins talking loudly, to anyone who cares to listen, about civil rights and DC statehood. (audio) He seems particularly agitated that citizens of the District don’t have voting representation in Congress. DC Resident rants on for several minutes, seemingly oblivious to oncoming traffic. He touches on a dizzying number of topics, but always seems to turn back to his pet issue of DC statehood. The rally breaks up. I politely bid DC Resident good night, and walk away. But he doesn’t leave. As far as I know, he’s still there on his bicycle, talking to nobody in particular...

The cop wasn't headed down to bust the commies, but I can dream... He did have a very patriotic K9 in the back that barked appreciatively at us!

*** Pinkos Behind *** Take us down to DEFCON 1 ***

And now for something completely different...

*** New Section *** Capitalism Rules! *** New Section *** Capitalism Rules! *** New Section *** Capitalism Rules! ***

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*** End of Western Style SuperPower Capitalism Section ***

We'll be back out at Walter Reed next Friday night, August 25th, from 6:30 until at least 10-ish at the intersection of Georgia Avenue and Elder Street, NW in Washington, D.C. Let the troops know that regular Americans aren't too busy with TV, ball games, movies and other recreation to show their thanks and support to our brave troops and to peacefully counter America-hating moonbat-Pinkos.

Maybe you can't come every week, but please make it your patriotic duty to join us at least once in the near future. This FReep is rewarding, fun, and important for our troops and our nation.

As always, the DC Chapter's rules for protesting will be in effect. Briefly, they are: No violence. No profanity. No racism. No provocations. Obey the law. Treat all law enforcement officers with respect.

Keeping the BIG HISTORY LIST: All DC Chapter Walter Reed FReeps - c/o BufordP.

[W04Man]

Bump! Sorry I was absent again.

[Citizen SMASH]

I think my "interviews" are really starting to aggravate Bruce. His dilemma is that he can't really complain, because I'm just so gosh-darn nice and polite to everyone. But he definitely doesn't want me there.

(How did I learn to keep my cool in these situations, you ask? Well, I was sent to Egypt a couple of months after 9/11, to help coordinate port security for the multi-national Bright Star exercise. I had to work *diplomatically* with Egyptians who said things like "I like Americans, but I hate your government," or "What are you so afraid of, Bin Laden won't attack here, we are Muslim!" or the ever-popular "Osama isn't so bad, you just don't understand him." I managed not to kill anyone -- despite the fact that I was carrying a loaded 9mm Beretta on my hip -- and dealing with people of every stripe after that has been easy by comparison.)

I could tell Bruce was cracking when he gave me the cupcake. That was just bizarre. I think he realized that I wasn't going to react to his obnoxious behavior, so he was trying to redeem himself in the eyes of the newbies, who clearly thought he was being a jerk (as he was).

Their attendance is shrinking, and outside the die-hards, there is not a lot of enthusiasm for keeping this going.

[BufordP]

bumpity

[bmwcyle]

There just afraid that you might bring me down there.

[kattracks]

BTTT

[callthemlikeyouseethem]

great job! thanks so much for getting out there and for sharing here...:)

[Doctor Raoul]

Don't be fooled...

By their flags...

Code Pink is...

Al-Qaeda in drag!

[Doctor Raoul]

Amelia is going to be mad at you. Mistaking her for Carrie Biggie Beep Beep.

[Doctor Raoul]

Great report, great job all.

[Doctor Raoul]

I think my "interviews" are really starting to aggravate Bruce. His dilemma is that he can't really complain, because I'm just so gosh-darn nice and polite to everyone. But he definitely doesn't want me there.

Bruce is the Political Commissar assigned to Code Pink's Kamikaze unit. Some Stalinist traditions die hard.

Up at a counter recruitment protest at 8800 Georgia Ave, where it's OK I guess to hate soldiers because they lie and cheat recruits, Bruce stood with a flag draped coffin on the median, dressed in 60's denim and a paisley headband.

On the megaphone, I announced, "If you're over 60 and wearing a paisley headband, it's not a fashion statement, it's a flashback." He's never been seen in that headband since.

BTW, it's sort of not unexpected that Political Commissar Bruce Wolf is on the union's "Education Committee".

[Doctor Raoul]

I smile and wave for the camera. Is this supposed to be intimidating? Is my face going to end up on some Code Pink BOLO list?

Come the revolution....

It's the need to document "enemies of the people" that all oppressive regimes seem to feel. Hitler, Stalin PolPot, all had extensive records of their crimes against humanity, heavily documented with photos of the victims. I'm sure Bruce has mulled over which wall and how many people should be in your firing squad when they come to power.

[Doctor Raoul]

The reply above is for SMASH...

[bmwcyle]

Good morning Dr. bttt

[Sensei Ern]

I hereby state, that from now on, NO MORE SIDE PICTURES OF ME UNTIL I GET DOWN TO 200LBS! I look like I am 8 months pregnant! It's time for me to cut out the big meals, and limit my pizza consumption to one piece.

[Citizen SMASH]

A firing squad is an honor reserved for respected enemies. I don't expect they'd waste the bullets on me, I'd probably get a rope.

[Sensei Ern]

You all need to listen to the audios.

Amelia(is that how you spell it?) is hysterical...free trade...fair trade...[Well, whatever it is, I'm against it!...she'd make a good Rufus T. Firefly]
And her buddies. I really expect to get a picture of these three in my email, inviting me to join "Liberal Retards Gone Wild" website.

I love the cabbie. I really love the snarky laughter from the pinkos. It was as though they were saying, "You are a dumb Caribbean cabbie. You don't know anything."

Then, DC Resident begins spouting every diatribe he has ever heard, and when he loses his handcar of thought (handcars are hand operated carts that roll on train tracks) he returns to the one thing he can remember..."DC isn't a state."
He starts to talk on: DC needs Democracy, the UN, his father in WW2, Not Race Issue, School, coming from the 48 state, JW grandchildren, One nephew says the pledge, his niece doesn't have a star on the flag, 1966/1956 Alaska, 16 states to ratify...wait, women...wait, Malcolm X...wait, one judge...wait, he is down at the Supreme Court, In God we trust, everybody who lives in DC is not a citizen of DC, then he quotes "Eve of Destruction", democracy, cannot have justice without freedom, 1961 DC got the right to vote, this a real shame, (he is changing faster than I can type), Stars and Stripe, values of (I think Koran), they fight it cause they don't want to hand it down to the next generation, saw VN vets, hasn't changed since the Civil War, Democracy never taught in Iraq and Afghanistan, 100 years ago women didn';t have no rights, 30 years ago teens could vote.

[Sensei Ern]

And the countersign will be: "The Pomming begins in five minutes."

[Ouderkirk]

It keeps getting better and better !!!

[Citizen SMASH]

Oh, I agree. The audio is precious.

And the brilliant part is that I didn't incite any of this. I just asked simple questions, listened, and nodded.

It's all there on the audio.

[tgslTakoma]

You're right, Doc. I did not write my comment clearly. Let me try again...

The young gal in the SMASH interview - Amelia - said that her mom is Carrie.

Carrie is the gal who we first nicknamed Floppy Hat Lady, but then her new nickname became Large Marge, after some Freeper started calling her by that name.

Amelia's mother is Large Marge.