Semper Gratus!

Mr. SMASH came to Washington on official gummint business but he did not leave his passion for pestering Pinkos in San Diego. Week after week he’s joined the FReepers at Walter Reed celebrating and thanking our wounded heroes. He’s also been winning “hearts and minds” among the commies waaaaay down the block by assuming a passive attitude and allowing them to spew whatever’s on their minds into his little recorder. SMASH has amassed quite a collection of audio moonbattery in which the ‘tards consistently claim to support the troops. Last week, we were witness to the most blatent display of Pinko hypocrisy to date — the commies turning their backs on wounded soldiers and telling them to leave the Pinko area!

This week the gloves came off. It was time for SMASH to confront the asshats and maybe, just maybe, convince some of them of the error of their ways.

To execute his plan, SMASH recruited the wily and witty Tantor to soften up the enemy.

Tantor, with his back to the camera, has a conversation with Pinko Bruce.

Next, he brought out the big gun: Major Pain!

The big Marine flanked by Taco’s Mom and Blackfive who was in town to publicize his great new book The Blog of War.

Upon arriving at the protest site the Major wasted no time. He waded in amongst the smelly commies and gave them a few pointers. I didn’t get any pics of this engagement even though I was right across the street, but tgslTakoma may have it on video. I saw what I thought was a new moonbat, but then noticed he was smoking a cigar. Pinkos hide when they smoke cigs and none of them would be caught dead with a big ole stoagie! Then I noticed that the commies weren’t acting exactly friendly towards the new guy and there were some raised voices (couldn’t hear the words over the traffic). Next thing I know he’s loping across the street and the mystery is solved.

Introductions are made all around, the Major hands out glow-sticks (so we’ll be visible crossing the street)(hey, that’s what he said!) and the plans for Operation SMASH Code Pink are laid out. With yours truely playing the part of Pinko Bruce (yech! what an odious assignment) we rehearsed the mission in the church parking lot. When all was ready we set out to take up our positions. tgslTakoma and I set up as observers/FReeper Media just outside the enemy’s perimeter as SMASH and Maj Pain took a longer route to approach the commies from the opposite side.

The pink commies are afraid to even acknowledge Maj Pain’s presence behind their lines.

With the Major watching his back, SMASH launched in to his prepared speech. In a loud, clear voice unmistakable above the traffic din he told the Pinkos how their brand of “support” was hurting the brave men and women in the hospital on the other side of the fence. The audio of the lecture can be heard here. The following is from a soon-to-be post from SMASH:

SOMETIMES you see a man with a short haircut, athletic build and a military bearing, and you think to yourself, “I bet that man is a Marine.”

With Major Pain, there is no question. You know he is a Marine. Which makes him an ideal wingman for me when it’s time to confront Code Pink and friends about their rude and disrespectful treatment of our soldiers outside Walter Reed National Military Medical Center.

There are about a dozen or so protesters there on Friday night. On any given evening, one or two of them might have enough spunk to face off against a “lone warrior” confronting them on the sidewalk. But very few will take on two of us. And nobody wants to get in Major Pain’s face.

We approach, quietly, from the rear. Major Pain takes up a blocking position, and I start talking.

“Good evening.”

Several of them turn around. One man starts to approach me. Then he sees Pain, and has second thoughts.

“You know, for the past few weeks, I’ve come down here, and listened politely and respectfully to any of you who would talk to me.”

“Tonight, you’re going to listen to me.”

SMASH delivering his stinging lecture to the Pinkos.

The pair observed a few of the lefties debate whether or not they should turn around and talk to the men, but the only ones with enough nerve to give it a brief try were “Weasel” and Kevin McCarron (of “Enlist here and die for Halliburton” fame).

McCarron and “Weasel” don’t see real men very often.

With a purposely derisive “Goodnight, ladies”, SMASH ends his speech and the engagement comes to an end. Next week we’ll see how many casualties the Pinkos took.

UPDATE (9/18): tgslTakoma has put SMASH’s audio together with her fantastic video and you can see the whole thing here.