Not So Much Bad Taste As Poor Timing

8.28.2005
Ore : 8:54 AM

Phelpsian ding-a-lings are at it again, this time protesting the funerals of soldiers in Tennessee, because they died defending a country (ours) that's a haven for rampant faggotry.

But this is one almost made my brain melt:

"If they were protesting the government, I might even join them," Danny Cotton, 56, said amid cries of "get out of our town" and "get out of our country."

"But for them to come during the worst time for this family — it's just wrong."

There is so much wrong there I don't even know where to begin...Unless, of course, I've mistaken Mr. Cotton's meaning. In which case, my bad.

posted by teh l4m3 at 8:54 AM | Permalink |

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Comments for Not So Much Bad Taste As Poor Timing
Yeah, they are crazy...

i think it may be time for the associated press, et al to reconsider labeling the felch - er, phelpsers as members of a church.

what's a more neutral-sounding, style-manualy term for "cult"?

Fringe group? Radical zealots? Separatists? Extremist sect (all the better for its similarity to the terms for terrorist groups)? Or you could always go back to the old standby of "Hate Group."

Ha! Hail VV, queen of the AP Stylebook.

Seriously, though, these guys came up to Iowa when a neighboring college put on a production of the "The Laramie Project." They are sick sick fucks and I really wish that the media would stop being afraid of the "liberal" label and paint them -accurately- as such.

(funny side note, when I Google "cult synonyms" at least one page came up with Google ads for the Mormon church)

VV: Yeah, if the press were really liberal, wouldn't they call the Phelpistines a "mainstream Protestant sect"?

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