Today was somewhere between a drizzle and a downpour. Only two antis (Vulture lady Dixie Selenke, and pervert Sweaty Bob Hagen) greeted the Maggot Punks today. About an hour later Speedbump Karen Meyer drove by and waved never leaving her car. Karen must have mistaken a drizzle for a downpour. Pee-wee (barely literate Michael Hagen) made his usual late appearance.

A total of three antis stood outside screaming at patients, so only three antis were appalled by the so-called American Holocaust that a little rain wouldn't bother them. Absent, like last week, was Troy Newman and his army of the mentally challenged. It may be that Troy Newman must have gotten a real job. Terrorist sympathizers must have gotten it in their heads that there is little purpose in investing in someone whose main job is to disrupt funerals and church services. Okay, maybe he didn't get a job. After all, it was raining and Troy didn't want to mess up his pretty hair. Perhaps he should retitle his book from Their Blood Cries Out to Their Excuses Cry Out.

For the first time in many years Dixie was wet. She forgot her umbrella in her husband's car (it was raining since before four in the morning though) and begged D-cubed to let her use his spare. Actually the clinic had more than enough umbrellas but D-cubed thought of the poor pneumonia bacteria that might not live if Dixie stayed dry.

Although Sweaty Bob spent most of his time hiding dry under the Choices roof he refused to let Dixie use his umbrella. The Maggot Punks (D-cubed, Annie Sprinkles, DOLS and The Rex Machine) spent most of their time inside the clinic where it was warm and dry. There wasn't any need to stand outside all the time since Dixie would signal the approach of a car by walking quickly towards it or stop screaming at the clinic walls.

Rainy days are fun. When the antis start screaming they get a load of umbrella in their face. Dixie demanded the umbrellas be moved when a patient's companion said he was sick of their "bullshit". Dixie said it was a conversation so we should have moved aside. He says she is full of shit, she is calling him a immature boy who murders children, doesn't sound like much of a conversation. Barely literate Pee-wee decided to try to be vocal but his rambling utterances didn't make much sense. If you're interested Sweaty Bob Hagen only shouts "It's a baby's life" so there isn't much point in repeating his repetitive rhetoric on a weekly basis. The Maggot Punks have developed a drinking game. Every time Bob says his catch phrase you have to take one drink. One day brought in six drinks. Today only brought two.

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