Red, White And Ugly
July 10, 2012 by Ben Crystal
Last week, the abominable Fred Phelps and his miserable band of Westboro Baptist Church minions made noises about bringing their caravan of crazy to College Station, Texas, in order to let their freak flags fly near the funeral of fallen Lt. Col. Roy Tisdale. As word leaked out, some enterprising Texas A&M students took to social networking sites to organize a gathering to counter the Westboro lunaticsâ€™ planned desecration of the solemn event.
The studentsâ€™ plan worked with flying colors. Hundreds of Aggies lined the road to shield mourners from whatever verbal manure Phelps and his cretins might try to spew. A â€śmaroon wallâ€ť of Aggies of all shapes and sizes showed up. One participant tweeted that there were more than 650 people in attendance. The Texas A&M response was so successful that Phelps pulled the plug on his planned sideshow and skipped the Tisdale funeral entirely.
As I discussed Phelps and his creepy congregants with acquaintances, it occurred to me that I donâ€™t know a single person, even among the most redoubtably liberal, who hold Phelps in higher regard than they do something truly vile — like a puddle of vomit or Al Sharpton. One pal offered: â€śJust kill this psycho and be done with it. (President Barack) Obama and (Attorney General Eric) Holder (are allegedly accomplices of the narcoterrorists who) killed a border agent; you think theyâ€™d have any trouble offing these nutjobs?â€ť
Iâ€™m willing to admit, his idea has merit. After all, itâ€™s hard to imagine anyone pining away for Phelps after heâ€™s gone; and the human species wonâ€™t suffer from the pinching off of Freddieâ€™s badly diluted bloodline.Â In fact, my own thoughts tend toward sealing the Westboro building with plastic wrap and then locking Phelps and his shrieking, lawyer-harpy daughter along with the rest of his twisted followers inside the building with a yearâ€™s supply of chili, deviled eggs and Mountain Dewâ„˘ and a television that shows only â€śAn Inconvenient Truth.â€ť
Planning the demise of someone like Phelps is pure folly. Heâ€™s interesting — in the way a five-car pileup on the interstate is â€śinteresting.â€ť But in a Nation that takes political advice from Oprah Winfrey, Phelps is strictly Branson, Mo., in a Hollywood world. Phelps possesses enough charisma to convince some truly pathetic souls to follow him down the road to perdition. Put Freddie onstage at the next Netroots Nation hate-speech gathering, and heâ€™d fade like Tom Cruiseâ€™s hopes for Suri to be named the second coming of L. Ron Hubbard. Consider it: Phelps is almost universally despised. Meanwhile, Sharpton has a television show, Nancy Pelosi is a 13-term Congresswoman and Michael Moore (the Leni Riefenstahl of liberalism) is an Oscar-winning multimillionaire. Louis Farrakhan has an army of devoted followers. George Sorosâ€™ tentacles reach into a wide array of Democratic-adjunct hate groups who serve as rhetorical bludgeons for what used to be the fringe left and is now the power of the Democratic Party. Dan Savage is hailed as an anti-bullying expert. Holder thinks heâ€™s above the law. Obama thinks heâ€™s above us all.
Since we canâ€™t simply bump off people we collectively recognize would benefit the world by not being on it, how do we deal with the truly loathsome among us? Specifically, how do we respond to the bottom-feeders who are just as repugnant as Phelps but more charismatic? As I mentioned before, killing is ruled out. In addition to the fact that even Phelps (not to mention the others) has the Constitutional right to act like an absolute jackass, murder (even the murder of supremely annoying and/or repulsive people) is illegal — unless youâ€™re the Attorney General. Instead, we can and should all take a lesson from the Aggies. We should acknowledge the scum that floats on the American pond, wall it off and wave as it fades from view. Call it â€śSkimming the Pool of Patriotismâ€ť (or whatever). Weâ€™ll start this November.