Phelps and the ACLU

GuyK, over at Charming, Just Charming informs us of the ACLU suing on behalf of Fred Phelps. If you don't know who Phelps is, he's the ring leader of the wacko christian group who protest at military funerals. Yes, because the US allows abortion, he believes God is killing our soldiers in retaliation - or something of that sort. They are a bunch of heartless bastards if you ask me. There is the ACLU, trying to protect THEIR rights, regardless of the fact that they are intruding on the rights of mourning families to be able to bury their loved ones in peace.

At any rate, in the comments over at Guy's place, I have to agree with Anna. Phelps and his clan want someone to assault them so they can sue the very people they are assaulting emotionally during their darkest hours.

One of my biggest fears when husband is deployed is not only that he is killed, although that is one of the big ones...it's that he's captured by terrorists. Knowing he was tortured like the two soldiers who were recently captured and then found murdered - or not ever knowing what happened to him is what my nightmares consist of. I just don't know how the families of our MIAs from previous wars kept going. I don't know if I'm made of the same cloth...and to be brutally honest, I just don't think I'm a strong enough person to hold it together and have any sort of life after that happening to the man I love most in this world.

With all that said, of course every military spouse's fear is that, as they say good-bye to their soldier, it's the last time they ever see them. I know when my husband leaves, when I hug him that last time, I'm trying to remember every feature of his face, his arms, his hands, every sense of his being from his smell, the way his face feels next to mine - to how he puts his arms around me. After so many years of marriage, you'd think you'd "just know," but those are things that fade after months of being apart. The thought of a lifetime apart? It makes me want to burn those feelings of him into my mind and heart, so I can relive them in my mind as many times as I need, for as long as possible.

And, when he walks out the door and I stand there feeling as though my heart just broke, I worry that I didn't try to remember hard enough. That fear of it possibly being the last time you see him - and then the fear and worry every time the news reports deaths in the area he's in...

It wears you down...not only emotionally, but physically. Day after day, week after week, month after month of fear and worry, then relief, then guilt that someone's loved one died and you are relieved, but today it will not be your loss to mourn, but mourn nonetheless you will for someone is hurting and crying for the one they love that is now gone forever. At some points you are numb, at others, your emotions are so raw you're a walking time bomb, ready to explode into tears or anger depending on the circumstance. And this is just the way it is when your loved one is in combat.

All this to say, I'm truly surprised that at these protests Phelps orchestrates, he's never encountered violence. He's targeting people who are living in fear daily and their worst fears have just come home to roost. And there he is, with his horrible, hurtful signs and screaming disgusting slogans. I'm truly surprised that someone in these families hasn't snapped and put a bullet or two into a few of them...or at the least walked over and punched the bastard square in the face. Of course, this is what they want, no doubt. He's targeting people who are suffering in the worst way...

If nothing else, this is just a testament to the type of people who make up the military family. To be able to show such class, such restraint gives America a glimpse into the type of wonderful people they truly are.

I'm not sure I'm cut from that cloth either. God forbid I lose my husband, but to have to deal with Phelps and his disgusting hatred on top of it? I'm afraid losing my husband would push me to the edge and then Phelps and his clan would be the wind that blew me over that edge...hopefully my family would keep me from wanting to mow them down with my truck heh heh. Regardless of what these sick animals think, I just don't think God will smile on them when they do arrive at the pearly gates. Instead, I think our merciful God will want him to explain his lack of compassion and hopefully allow Phelps and his entire bunch of morons to feel every ounce of pain they've caused others - for eternity. Anything less would be too good for them...

posted by Shannon at 11:05 AM   |    |  

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