Cindy Sheehan Returns to Camp in Crawford, Texas

Location: Five acres of fraudulently purchased land in Crawford, Texas

Date: 08/06/06

Crowd size: about 50

Paid for by: No money, just another publicity stunt

Brain-dead comment:

"It doesn't say my new address, but I do live here now. My name is Cindy and Bush killed my son."
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Sheehan has returned to Crawford, Texas. Apparently, other that the residents of the town (who mostly wish she'd go away) and about 50 Moonbats who have joined her is the baking sun and sweltering heat, no ones cares. She just returned from a trip to Jordan, where she, Medea Benjamin and Tom Hayden led a group of 14 Moonbats who met with anyone willing to talk to them.

The mission to Jordan was a non-event. No rally. No crowds. No speeches. No Photo-ops. Yawn.

On Sunday, August 6, Crazy Cindy was supposed to be at Ashley Pond, Los Alamos, for a celebration of "Hiroshima Day" Source. She canceled on the morning of the event. Her explanation for not attending is not known.

On Sunday, July 30th, Sheehan had promised to speak at yet another Unitarian Church, this time in Montpelier, Vermont, and at an impeachment rally in Brattleboro. Alas, the chance to try her hand at international diplomacy was too strong a draw Source. She canceled on the 28th. She was no doubt busy packing for her trip to Jordan and figuring out ways to trick someone into selling her land in Crawford. When Cindy announced that she'd be a no-show, media coverage of the events evaporated. That's one of the key reasons groups pay Cindy to show up. She generates media buzz and that buzz increases attendance.

Editorial note: THIS is why I don't report on where Cindy is expected to be. She is known to cancel at the drop of a hat or the bounce of a check.

So now Cindy is in Crawford, again. She's sweating in the humid, crushing heat of Summer in Texas, again. And she's acting like an idiot...again. Sunday was the day Cindy had promised to be in Los Alamos, but instead she was holding an "interfaith" service to dedicate "Camp Casey III" with roughly four dozen acolytes on her 5 acre plot of land located about a mile outside of Crawford. Afterwards, she and the crowd strolled about a mile and a half down the road towards the President's ranch, seven miles away. The marching Moonbats were stopped at a roadblock with five and a half miles to go. Sheehan approached the Secret Service agents, held out her California driver's license and demanded to meet with President Bush. Again. Surprisingly, they were unimpressed.

The Berkeley resident said, "It doesn't say my new address, but I do live here now. My name is Cindy and Bush killed my son."

Apparently Cindy expected the Secret Service agents to say "You're Cindy Sheehan? Quick! Somebody bring one of the air-conditioned, bullet-proof Chevy Suburbans over here and drive this lady up to the ranch! Get a move on, the President has been waiting all morning to meet with her so she can browbeat him and spew pointless, unanswerable questions until she runs out of spit."

That wasn't how it went. While the Secret Service agents stood by impassively, county Sheriffs explained that an out-of-state driver's license is not a substitute for a parade permit. The Moonbats chanted and sang for a while and then turned around and went back to Cindy's property. Fifty balding and pear-shaped unfortunates marched three miles under the blistering Texas sun. And achieved nothing. Again.

Once again, Cindy is drawing the Moonbats to Texas, which means that the average IQ of the people in the other 49 states has risen by three points.