Posts Tagged as ‘westboro baptist church’

September 2, 2009

Hatin’ with the Phelpses- Epilogue…

…wherein Lauren waxes philosophical and crap about hanging with the haters. Now that the charming and affable Phelps clan of Westboro Baptist Church infamy have finished up their whistle-stop tour of hate here in Vermont and have zoomed out of the state in their peppy little Kia minivan, it might be appropriate to reflect on [...]

September 2, 2009

Hatin’ with the Phelpses- part 4

11:15 a.m.- After a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday outside of OZ Synagogue- “Happy Birthday to Kennedy’s death, Happy Birthday to Kennedy’s death, the Jews lost their favorite waterboy, Happy Birthday to Kennedy’s death”- the Phelpses piled into their sweet Kia Sedona and hightailed it out of town. Please indulge me in a few observations: [...]

September 2, 2009

Hatin’ with the Phelpses- part 3

10:22 a.m.- Phew, hating is exhausticating. I’m pooped from all this picketing. The singing and the running and the sign-holding- I’m not sure if they work out to train for all this hating, but I can barely keep up. So here’s what’s happened so far- I sprinted from Montypee in my little Vibrator, passing a [...]

September 2, 2009

Hatin’ with the Phelpses- part 2

8:32 a.m.- Ok, I’m freezing my sweet ones off with all this hatin’. I’m wondering if the Phelpses brought the chill with them from Kansasss. Things have been pretty amusing thus far. Here are the highlights: – As I was taking pictures on the sidewalk in front of the hate clan, I was called a [...]

September 2, 2009

Hatin’ with the Phelpses- part 1

Today the great state of Vermont is being visited by Kansian hatemongers, the Westboro Baptist Church. As expected, the morning got off to a rollicking start full of singing and hating and flag-stomping. Fun for the whole family, including 7 y.o. Luke Phelps-Roper, ringleader Shirley Phelps-Roper’s 11th child, who has been shivering his hate-filled socks [...]

August 19, 2009

Westboro Baptist Church in VT? A Dream Come True.

Dear besties, I cannot tell you how excited I am. OK, I’ll tell you. On Sept. 1, in the year of our lord two thousand niner, Fred Phelps, the hate-spewing sign-monger from Kansas, will be gracing us with his presence here in the Green Mountain State. Well, he’ll probably just be sending his minions, and [...]