Those cowards finally got it

I've waited far too long, but I finally got to chew out those punk ass sons of bitches from the Westboro Baptist Church. They invaded (for lack of a better term) Grosse Pointe Farms to protest the funeral of a soldier who died in Baghdad (I'm not sure if he was killed or not). The good news was there were only four of them and dozens of good guys like us. Let me tell you guys something, they are the most hateful, spiteful, most negative people it will be your displeasure of meeting. One of the biggest problems is that "God loves everybody," something they say is a lie. I thought I'd shut those bastards up and show they were the ones lying. So, after borrowing a copy of the King James Bible (the only Bible they trust in) from a neighbor, I read off some passages to show that they were wrong. Surprise, surprise. They said I was wrong. Moi? According them, I didn't probably understand John 3:16. Now, granted, I don't have as much expierence with the Holy Book as these assclowns, but even though the world hates them, I believe God does, and that he would cleanse them of their sins. Guess what, I said that out loud, and they chewed ME out. They said I was just as much as a "semen-swallowing, feces-eating fag-enabler as the U.S. troops." *tires schreeching* Excuse me? Nobody gets away with calling me, or more importantly, the American troops, that without there being some sort of payback. So I did something that scored some points with the counterprotesters. I tossed a box to one of the protesters and told him use that in his mouth. I turned and walked away, but I caught a glimpse of him opening it. It was a bar of soap. I just grinned a mile wide, laughing inside at how pissed he looked. I'm sure he had some not so pleasant words for me as I walked off, but frankly, I didn't care. I had more important things to worry about. Such as leaving a message on a hand-made sign at the Grosse Pointe War Memorial dedicated to our fallen ally. But there's one last thing I need to say about the Westboro Baptist Church. These people are so twisted, they be one step away being or already are a cult. Mental diseases and God's love aside, I will not stand for protesting a funeral, a solemn event that requires respect and privacy, especially for the men and women who serve this country. So for the WBC, just listen to the song I have as my going away music for this post, and you'll get the clue that the next time you come to Detroit, I will take Round Two as easily as I took Round One. In the meantime, may you be plauged with the worst, most obnoxious problems ever. I'm talking about locusts, floods, famine, pubic lice, and Geoffrey Figer.

This post is dedicated to the memory of Sgt. Peter C. Neesley. You were more than a man. You were a warrior, a fighter, and a defender. You protected this country with great heart and passion, and giving your final breath, though tragic, is an honor that should not be ashamed of. Going off into a foreign land, fighting terrorists, rebuilding a destroyed nation. That alone means you had brass balls, and I salute you for serving the United States full-heartedly. Thank you again, Sgt. Neesley.

My time's up, you've been great. For the road: Britney Spears "Piece Of Me"

UGH!

I'm trying to get caught up here with my sports. Oh, God, that Lions game against the Vikings. That was terrible. The Lions lacked any heart in any part of the game, be it offense, defense, or special teams. You know, it's just like that all season for the Lions. There have been lackluster performances all year long.

My time's up, you've been great. For the road: Chingy "Fly Like Me"