I left my humble abode and arrived on the scene probably around 7:30 or so. Unlike the past few days there had developed quite a mob. Usually I park on the street but with all the commotion around the entrance I thought I'd park in the lot in the off chance I might be able to scrape a fundy carcass off my tires. Nobody paid much attention besides Ann who tried to hand me literature then backed off when she realized I wasn't going in for an abortion (most men don't). I greeted the other Courageous Champions of Choice and stood on the corner peacefully waiving the patients through the mob.

The little, arrogant prick known as Dicki (serious, that's

his real name and yes he is little) was mouthing off at everyone he could attempt at intimidating. His main target was the heroic police officer. The kindly officer reminded the Catholic crew that leaning on the fence was trespassing as it was property of the clinic. While the majority of the group obeyed the officer little Dicki sharply demanded the officer to provide the definition of 'lean'. Whether he is this stupid or just being a big ass is left to the reader's discretion. He then told the officer how he should be enforcing the law then intentionally leaned against the fence trying to provoke a response.

Eventually after an hour of chanting their spells the Catholic priest informed everybody that it was okay for them to leave. So like the good Xian soldiers they followed orders from their field commander.

I remarked to Dicki as he was leaving, "So the little, cowardly Dicki leaving?" He turned right back around, pushing against me lifting his chin

high to say, "Did you say something to me?" I responded with "Yes, I said, 'Is little cowardly Dicki leaving?'" Then I readjusted my crossed arms which he was pressing against. He then threw his palms against my chest shoving me back a couple of feet. Like he is little mister tough guy or something that's as far as he would go. Eventually the police had to get him out of my face. The officer asked if I'd like to press charges and I said I would. So now I have a nifty little case number and will happily share any updates with the readers.

Other news involved Timmy Mckinney and his horrible pick up lines. He asked me if I was into "fudgepacking" and wanted to know if I'm gay. Everyday Tim chastises us for talking about sex and he comes up to me asking me if I'd like to have anal sex with him, or at least entertain the issue I suppose. I turned him down.

C'mon, even if I was gay I know I could do much better than pencil dick. And I'm not talking regular number two pencils, I'm talking those half-sized golf pencils.

As always Timmy can't go anywhere without his only friend Troy Newman. I asked Troy Newman about his protest of a funeral in Omaha. Apparently some Jewish lawyer guy had his funeral over the weekend. The fundies like Jews just as much as they like gays (probably not in the way Timmy likes gays but you get my drift, Troy doesn't speak of his gay uncle in a very positive manner). So while family and friends were mourning the passing of this man the so-called "Truth Team" arrived with their trash truck then starting hounding and insulting the mourners. Yup, just like ol' Fred Phelps who'd protest the funeral of a gay man, Newman and Co. do the same. Fascist bigots really have a lot in common.

Funny thing to mention. By the time Troy's trash truck arrived to the clinic today and they got out their huge signs (which blocked the view at the intersection creating a traffic hazard) all the patients had already come inside. So we all just watched as they sat there ready to inform absolutely nobody. We laughed at them but they didn't have a clue.

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