There was a story in the news the other day that is just too good not to comment on. The Phelpsian Asshats at the Westboro Baptist Church were once again promoting their asshattery – and this time they wanted to prove what a bunch a narrowminded jerks they are in front of Arlington National Cemetery, while the President led Memorial Day observances at the Tomb of the Unknowns.
They’re out there exercising their right to free speech – letting us all know that “we shouldn’t idolize the dead, especially those who died for an unrighteous cause.” Like, you know, defending their right to free speech. Asshats.
Anyway, who’s out there protesting the protesters? A bunch of folks! Since this is DC, with a good rally and some social twick-or-tweeting, we can get 4-5 deep: The marchers, the march-protesters, those protesting the march-protesters, those people out to protest the people protesting the protesters, and so on. If they’re not wearing badges, you need a scorecard. And that’s just a Tuesday.
So the Westboro Asshats aren’t there alone. They have enemies, out to protest them. Included in those numbers, it turned out, was the Ku Klux Klan.
Neil Gaiman found himself in a public tiff with an idiot a few weeks ago, and was heard to remark: “If a man is known by his enemies, I think my stock just went up a little.”
When even the KKK thinks your position is outside the pale, and that you might be a little narrowminded about all this, well, I think Westboro’s stock just went down - a lot. I hadn’t thought they could get lower, but they did. The best comment I’ve heard on the whole thing was that we should find a way to get both groups in a steel-cage deathmatch. Who would win? We would – I’m not opening the cage. Ever.