Saturday, July 19, 2014

My Experience at the National Day of Protest of Border Surge

Let's just say it was an interesting day. I'll start with a brief description of preparations last night. My wife had a chuckle over my meticulous scissors-and-paper work while building my sign. She asked if I considered myself a perfectionist as I cut along the lines of the letters laid out on paper with a ruler very carefully. I said, "No, not really, I just want this sign to look good."



The sign said, "NO AMNESTY." It was big white letters on a black poster board about 24" by 36". I stapled it to boards and screwed the boards to an 8 foot 1x4.

This morning I showed up at the Starbucks on Okeechobee Blvd, just west of I-95 and talked with 4 people who had already gathered there. As we stood there socializing, Starbucks customers drove by, curiously staring at us and our signs and American Flags. We were surprised there were so few in attendance. At 9:00 a.m. we proceeded to walk  up onto the overpass. As we approached the crest of the overpass, to our surprise, we saw about 20 people already there in the middle of the arch over I-95, facing south.

The north-facing side of the overpass was unoccupied so I  decided to go cover the south-bound traffic. From 9:00 a.m. until 10:45 I was there by myself, holding my sign against the guardrail with my right hand and my 3 x 5 foot American flag with my left hand. The breeze from the east stretched the flag out real nice. It fluttered to the west, loud and proud. It was the first time I've ever done anything like this. It was the first time I felt as proud to be American, and as passionate about protecting America, as I did the day I raised my right hand and swore to protect the CONSTITUTION when I joined the Navy in April, 1983.

The experience was awesome and bewildering. Here's what happened:

As hundreds of cars sped by, I watched as many as I could to see their reactions. I could see pretty well into vehicles, and could tell what race and about what age the people were.  I couldn't get a good look at every person or group, but did my best to observe as many as I could.

I got too many honks, thumbs up, peace signs, waves, proud raised fists, etc., to count. One guy on a Harley Davidson scared me half to death as he raced by, both fists pumping into the air, smiling, and hooting his approval. As he disappeared under the overpass, I listened to make sure he hadn't wiped out in the process.

I got 17 offensive gestures (that I could count and positively verify). Here's the break down:

1 thumb-down from a 30-something white male.
1 middle finger from a 50-something white female.
1 middle finger from a 30-something white female.
1 double-middle fingers from a 30-something white female.
2 double-middle fingers from 30-something white males.
1 middle finger from a 30-something Latino male.
1 middle finger from a 20-something black male.
9 middle fingers from white males, mostly 30-somethings.

I pondered how to explain this. Honestly, the only thing I can postulate is my "NO AMNESTY" sign, coupled with a high-flying American flag, elicited vitriol from passionate liberals/progressives who see opposition to amnesty for illegal aliens as "lawfulness" which threatens their freedom to practice "lawlessness." I figure most of them were returning from a marijuana score and rushing home to load their bongs, and I represented "the man" who wants to keep them down. Honestly, I really don't know why people would react that way. At least one of them had the decency to give me a friendly thumb-down.

At 10:45 two fellow protestors came over from the south side of the overpass and joined me. I was the youngest person in attendance, by at least 10 years - not sure how to explain that. One of them was an older woman. She informed me of 2 things I didn't know - Obama had just given 15,000 soldiers "pink slips" (laid them off) and Jehovah Witnesses don't vote. I guess my fellow Christians who don't vote have at least one thing in common with the Jehovah's Witnesses.

To make the day even more interesting, tonight I watched, "Lone Survivor" about the Navy Seal team, including Marcus Luttrell. As I watched the men on that seal team fight, with broken bones, severed fingers and multiple gunshot wounds, to keep me (us) free, I cried big tears of sadness for the America they gave their lives for. For the self-absorbed, misinformed, lawless, soulless people who flipped me off today. For the America-hating president and his socialist/communist/Marxist, affirmative-action, race-card wielding bunch of cronies. For the people in my country who have the gall to celebrate 4th of July and enjoy the liberty and prosperity afforded them in America but DON'T VOTE.

Right now, the way Obama is dismantling our military, a voter has as much power as a soldier. A vote cast for a moral, responsible, honest person is more powerful than a bullet shot in Afghanistan.

Go watch, "Lone Survivor." Then tell me, to my face, that you don't think God wants you to vote, or that you're so disgusted with "the system" or discouraged by the corruption at the polls that you don't think your vote would make a difference anyway.

Be a Navy Seal at home. Stand up to these God-hating, America-hating scumbags. Stand for the truth. Stand for the people who REALLY need our help, not the moochers who will continue to vote for whoever will share the national treasury with them and let them smoke pot and have partial-birth abortions and stomp on the family unit and traditional marriage and any decent thing they can get their heels on. Get out and vote, even if it has to be for the lesser of 2 evils. It's still a lesser evil.

Vote for responsible spending. Don't think it makes a difference in our lifetime? Think about your children.

Vote for the liberty to believe in, talk openly about, and share the good news about Jesus Christ without fear of incarceration or decapitation. Don't think that will happen in our lifetime? It's coming. And as you sit at home every election, it comes faster. Think about your children.

Thanks,

Bungus

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