Oh damn! That's wonderful! I used to work in Topeka and I had to find an alternate route to work that didn't take me anywhere near downtown (took me about 10 minutes extra on an already really long commute) just so I wouldn't have to pass the perennial and eternal Phelps whackos. It just gave my day too sour and unpleasant a start or end (because they're multi-timeslot eye-sores) to have to go past them.
I used to get nauseous being anywhere near them. You could just feel the waves of sick hate emanating from them. It was a palpable thing. ((shudder))
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I used to get nauseous being anywhere near them. You could just feel the waves of sick hate emanating from them. It was a palpable thing. ((shudder))
So your link just makes me chuckle.
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