The Reverend Mr. Phelps

Sadly, we have to support this hellish idiot's right to free speech. I miss the old days when free speech meant being able to read Lady Chatterly's Lover or Ulysses or even see a good old dirty movie, but now it means we all have the right to test the limits of being a 100 percent butthead.

Score one for the Constitution, and to the families of any service men and women who had to put up with the Phelps clan, our condolences. I am sure there is a warm spot in Hell for Phelps right next to Pat Robertson's reserved spot and the guy who invented loud cell phone ring tones.