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At it again

Do any of you recall this post about the nutjob I refuse to name and his inbred, heartless followers who pickets funerals of war heroes and school bus crash victims?

They're at it again, it seems.

According to the local paper's Web site, they have announced that they plan to picket at the funerals of the four young children and their devoted mother who were allegedly beaten to death with baseball bats by their father/husband, who after trying unsuccessfully to asphyxiate himself in his garage and drown himself in the Iowa River, slammed his van into an interstate post with such force it incinerated the vehicle and his body to unidentifiable charred remains, sending him to a fiery hell on Earth. And perhaps beyond.

Enough. We've all had enough.

Just try to show up and spew your filth in our town, you cultish degenerates. This community is raw, numb, grieving, questioning and searching for humanity. The group claiming to know God's feelings on any number of issues is little more than a boil on the ass of humanity. They show up, we'll lance it. Mark my words.

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