Operation: Throw lefty a curve (part deux)

When the moonbat in the orange jumpsuit arrived, he ended up standing on the sidewalk directly where I was. Spiff was quick to come over and start launching some truth missiles their way. As he entertained the moonbat with the dog, an angry hippie with an orange jumpsuit and hat (COPYCAT!) Was busy holding a sign out that said something about ending the torture. Wherever he held it, I made sure my american flag obscured it, a few times the flag found its way to make contact with him due to the wind and he walked away, I moved down the sidewalk in front of him and he got so frustrated, he angrily snatched a paper of out Waynes hand Wayne said, "Excuse me, I was showing that to the camera" the moonbat grumbled and groveled and handed the paper back to Wayne who continued his on-camera interview with someone from New Mexico who heard about this on Indymedia. As he moved back up the sidewalk I stayed abreast of him on the street side, he kept telling me to move and I just casually kept walking, he finally stood next to the other one with the dog (who was sweet as pie by the way) and tried the sign again. In frustration he turned around to a cop who was standing there and said, this guy is irritating me, he wont move from in front of me. The cop looked at me and said they want to avoid confrontation and asked if I could stop obscuring him, I told the officer he is more than welcome to move, I was here first...the cop looked at the moonbat and told him if he wants to be unhindered he can move down the sidewalk. He stomped away and found a new spot further down only to be crowded by 2 other of our group while I just grinned from where I stayed put.

Meanwhile...the moonbat with the dog was standing there and the cops were going to try and move them away from us, we were getting obnoxious (at least I was..on purpose) and when the officer walked up to the guys wife or gf...who was in the SAME garb, she kneeled down and put her hands behind her back, the cop asked her to move, she was silent, he looked around and was about to say something when he looked at me and I motioned my head towards a reporters camera that was pointed at him..he nodded, straightened up and moved back.

The moonbats dog then decided this would be a good time to start nudging me for attention (what can I say...dogs like me) so I scratched him behind the ears and struck up a conversation with the guy next to me. The first words out of his mouth was, "Why are you intimidated by me?" I told him I wasnt, if I was I wouldnt be standing here making sure noone on the street could see him behind my flag....I saw his shoulders slump when he realised that he was putting on the street theatre for no reason...I just chuckled.

I told him that he was full of it and that I bet if we had met somewhere besides this protest that he would be the kind of guy I could go have a beer with. His head came up in abject surprise and I added, not talking about politics though. He nodded said, "right on man...good vibes to you" WHATEVER

Now let me reveal to you the purpose of me being civil with this cretin. My purpose was nefarious...keep him on his toes wondering what the hell is going on...confusion breeds uncertainty, uncertainty leads to nervousness, nervousness leads to him getting the hell out of there and letting me have my sidewalk back to him.

We started talking about his dog, my dog etc and I paid attention to his feet, everytime he would shuffle, my boot was there to take his foots place...slowly he was getting crowded behind us. There was a cop a few feet from us (not the one from earlier) and he saw what I was doing...and seemed quite amused with it. After moonbat realised his mistake, he moved and said he will see me later...mission accomplished.

Later on, this same moonbat was by himself on a corner standing quiet and with his hands out....I had to break him so I went over and told him my pirate and the shipwheel joke...if you havent heard it, I will tell it here eventually, those that have heard it are probably lol right now. After I told it to him, he doubled over in laughter and moved, and one of our people took his spot. Mission accomplished.

Rewind a bit to the first drive by from a VERY patriotic group of motorcycle riders flying American and MIA-POW flags on their bikes....the moonbats had setup a sound system (in MY PERMITTED TERRITORY) and we playing their stupid anti-war songs...as the riders waited for their light to change, the music was drowned out ... along with our cheers in favor of their loud arrival. This got us motivated.

By this time there were approx 2:1 moonbats in their favor against us, but we were holding our lines. I viewed the lot where everyone...us and them...were parking and was quite amused to find that we had consolidated our riders into as few vehicles as we could...while they were arriving only 1 or 2 per car....so much for the environment, wouldnt you say? Yeah...we were driving SUVS and trucks...but they were FILLED to CAPACITY with people.

Are you bored yet? If you are, change the channels...because there is NO WAY I am not going to get the ENTIRE experience down here in my blog.

One thing I failed to mention was that I had my 15 year old niece (not blood, just my VERY good friends daughter) with me, she has ambitions to join the Air Force, and was excited when I mentioned this to her a few days ago and asked if she wanted to come...even though she had to get up early...she was enthusiastic and said YES! From here on out, she plays an important role...so I will refer to her as ESS.

Standing there with her after I had decided to take a break from direct anti-moon battery...we were talking. A man drove up in a SWEET looking GTO and started talking, as I walked up I wasnt sure who he was or why he was there so I greeted him with a cherry afternoon and noticed he had an infantry vanity plate on the front...I asked him if he was military and he shook his head...retired. I shook his hand, looked him in the eye and said THANK YOU...you are my hero. He was taken aback by this, I guess not expecting it and he visibly softened. At the time ESS was carrying my American Flag and I was holding an Israeli one. He asked the relevance. I told him that we stand in solidarity with Israel....he nodded and said he understood, went over to where we had our signs, grabbed one and joined us.

ESS and I were conversing when a lady stepped up to start a discourse with me. She asked why a young woman from the Freedom Riders was screaming about the moonbats featured speaker Rev Fisk, the issue was torture, not Rev Fisk. I told her that he was their selected speaker, and we will speak to his credibility....if it was Clinton, we would be talking Lewinsky and how many of his aides mysteriously died, if it was Ted Kennedy we would be speaking about Chappequidick and alcohol addiction, she nodded and started on about the border...this got ESS perked up real quick and while the moonbat was talking, ESS fired questions at her....I was very impressed....ESS was on topic and right in there...no wonder I love that kid so much.

Ok, I need to take a break for a few hours and get some things done around the house....still to come, Angry Reporters, sign stealers, frustrations getting tempers flared, a cop harasses one of our people and a convicted moonbat gets asked if this day was part of her community service.

While you wait anxiously :: Snicker :: for me to come back, feast on the article in todays Sierra Vista Herald about us and them.

Also peep this pic featured on the front page of the same publication



UPDATE 8:10 PM
Folks, I am trying here, got a lot going on, but Wayne from AmericanProtest has posted a brief summary of his view on FreeRepublic