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thedailywhat:

Counter-Protest Sign of the Day: What, what, what are you doing, Fred Phelps? Look at your life, look at your choices.
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thedailywhat:

Counter-Protest Sign of the Day: What, what, what are you doing, Fred Phelps? Look at your life, look at your choices.

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kryz: w33d

Yuck. I guess, this gives her even some kind of “street cred” and forces people to “side with” her? — Uh, I have to say that at least the last paragraph is not completely wrong…

In the words of Kathy Griffith, “You can’t buy this kind of publicity.” Until now, I had found all the comparisons to Madonna superficial. “Wake me up when Gaga offends someone”, I said. Well, I’m awake. Culture warriors know a threat when they see one. If she doesn’t make these into package inserts for her next CD, someone should get fired.

kryzw33d

Yuck. I guess, this gives her even some kind of “street cred” and forces people to “side with” her? — Uh, I have to say that at least the last paragraph is not completely wrong…

In the words of Kathy Griffith, “You can’t buy this kind of publicity.” Until now, I had found all the comparisons to Madonna superficial. “Wake me up when Gaga offends someone”, I said. Well, I’m awake. Culture warriors know a threat when they see one. If she doesn’t make these into package inserts for her next CD, someone should get fired.

I think liberals should send money to the Westboro Baptist Church.
They’re the God Hates Fags people.
Hear me out:
Back in the days when opposition to the Iraq War wasn’t mainstream (‘03 to ‘06) I used to loathe Code Pink with the heat of a nova. They made such good b-roll for any news outlet (read: all of them) looking to marginalize anti-war sentiment. Throw blood on Condoleeza Rice in DC? BAM. Obama’s speech in Cairo? BAM. But I couldn’t figure out how those crazy bitches seemed to be everywhere at once. Where did they get the money to fly anywhere on a moment’s notice?
So I asked them.
On SuperTuesday 2008, I was working the phones at Barack Obama’s campaign headquarters in San Francisco. As it became clear that Obama was going to win SF, there was a rumor that Code Pink was coming. Bear in mind, Code Pink is an anti-war organization. Barack Hussein Obama was an anti-war candidate. Unlike Hillary, he voted against the war. Unless you were a pathological media whore, picketing Obama made zero sense. And sure enough, Code Pink came to HQ and staged a protest. Lots of cameras. Lots of middle-aged ladies in pink, screaming that the Democratic party had blood on its hands.
After the cameras left, I pulled Medea Benjamin aside and asked how they afforded all the jet-setting. She said there was always money in the account to fly whenever necessary.
It got me thinking.
What if I was a really clever Republican operative? Might I try and create some useful idiots? Might I funnel some cash to left-wing groups who reflected badly against their own interests? I might. I just might.
So who is the Code Pink of the Right? Which group of wingnuts has a penchant for travel and a nose for the camera? More to the point, who can make everyone wince even when you agree on the merits?
Westboro Baptist Church. God Hates Fags. God Hates America. Burn, Matthew, Burn.
See what I’m saying? Too cute by half? It’s a thought. Code Pink didn’t change any minds, but it lost some sympathetic hearts.

I think liberals should send money to the Westboro Baptist Church.

They’re the God Hates Fags people.

Hear me out:

Back in the days when opposition to the Iraq War wasn’t mainstream (‘03 to ‘06) I used to loathe Code Pink with the heat of a nova. They made such good b-roll for any news outlet (read: all of them) looking to marginalize anti-war sentiment. Throw blood on Condoleeza Rice in DC? BAM. Obama’s speech in Cairo? BAM. But I couldn’t figure out how those crazy bitches seemed to be everywhere at once. Where did they get the money to fly anywhere on a moment’s notice?

So I asked them.

On SuperTuesday 2008, I was working the phones at Barack Obama’s campaign headquarters in San Francisco. As it became clear that Obama was going to win SF, there was a rumor that Code Pink was coming. Bear in mind, Code Pink is an anti-war organization. Barack Hussein Obama was an anti-war candidate. Unlike Hillary, he voted against the war. Unless you were a pathological media whore, picketing Obama made zero sense. And sure enough, Code Pink came to HQ and staged a protest. Lots of cameras. Lots of middle-aged ladies in pink, screaming that the Democratic party had blood on its hands.

After the cameras left, I pulled Medea Benjamin aside and asked how they afforded all the jet-setting. She said there was always money in the account to fly whenever necessary.

It got me thinking.

What if I was a really clever Republican operative? Might I try and create some useful idiots? Might I funnel some cash to left-wing groups who reflected badly against their own interests? I might. I just might.

So who is the Code Pink of the Right? Which group of wingnuts has a penchant for travel and a nose for the camera? More to the point, who can make everyone wince even when you agree on the merits?

Westboro Baptist Church. God Hates Fags. God Hates America. Burn, Matthew, Burn.

See what I’m saying? Too cute by half? It’s a thought. Code Pink didn’t change any minds, but it lost some sympathetic hearts.