There were picketers outside church on Sunday. Fred Phelps and his minions.
I have to admit, I was kind of glad to see the Phelpsies out there. It reminds me of a wonderful bit out of Cyrano De Bergerac:
Ah, friend of mine, believe me, I march better
‘Neath the cross-fire of glances inimical!
Fred is one of those folks whose enemies list I’m happy to be on. Because I certainly don’t want to be mistaken for one of his friends.
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