We apologize for being a day late. We had to sacrifice a bunch of goats and have all sorts of biblically unauthorized sexual relations with each other on Friday. Thanks for your patience.

There's something consistent about cowards, they love to talk tough but they never follow through with their words. Three prime examples, Midnight Snacker Brad Bennett, Pug and Tim McKinney. On the Godachy (god = major ego issue and achy = how my head feels after losing so many brain cells listening to the godarchy line) line Brad talked tough to D-cubed safely behind an answering machine recording. Upset about D-cubed protecting the clinic property and not letting arsonist Dawn Barden trespass he challenged D-cubed to take on Brad. So what did Bradley do when he came to the clinic today? Well he never came up to the gate where D-cubed was standing. Rather he hid near the Choices parking lot in meaningless conversation with other cowardly anti-choicers.

Also on the cowards list was Pug. Pug was conversing with Ogre about how morally justified they are in doing whatever they think is

right. Pug dismissed the no trespassing law and said that he'd go and trespass if it meant saving the lives of children. He also commented that he knew we were listening and wanted us to hear. So what ever came of Pug's big, tough talk? Well, he kept on talking. He talked throughout the day on a variety of subjects including Clinton's penis which conservatives have an obsession with.

And the final coward of the day (everyone else should be noted but why bother pointing out they are everyday cowards) is Tim McKinney. On Wednesday Timmy had to impress his lord and master and sexual obsession Troy by attempting to goad Mr. Zero and D-cubed into a fight. Of course whenever one of the Maggot Punks would come closer to him he'd back off and make his threats from a farther distance. Well on Friday Timmy was a bit more silent. This had to be due to the fact Troy spent the entire day simply

talking on his cell phone on the other side of the street. Timmy, without his audience, felt no desire to engage in empty threats and kept his fat mouth shut the entire day.

Nothing terribly exciting happened that day. Michelle Hurtshogs, the Brat Pack and cult leader Don McKinney went to the shade of a distant tree to assault the clinic. Okay, it wasn't a real assault but one of casting hexes and spells upon the clinic. Michelle screamed and shot her arms out like she was casting lightning bolts at the walls demanding the demons come out of the clinic. Cult leader Don McKinney did something more effective, he played his three cords on his guitar, hoping to deafen the clinic with his bad singing. The Brat Pack did, well they did what they always do, nothing. Perhaps they think standing around looking like losers will keep people away. Can't be too hard on them, they're home schooled.

So yet another day of, mostly men, standing on the corner telling women how to run their lives. A bunch of tough talk but no action. If strutting around trying to play alpha male and casting spells at the clinic is going to shut down the clinic then we can look forward to the clinic being open for a long time.

Book of the day: Blinded by the Right: The Conscience of an Ex-Conservative (David Brock)

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