I really, really hope that these false alarms and reports are looked into:
More Stories from the Code Pink Panty Raid
Posted: 14 Oct 2007 03:44 PM CDT
by Kristinn Taylor, GOE/Free Republic
Okay, it wasn’t really a panty raid, but we did get the pinkos’ panties in a bunch. Besides, I like the headline. What the D.C. Chapter did do was hold a stealth freep of Code Pink at their Washington, D.C. headquarters Saturday afternoon. The part about the bogus police, fire and BOLO calls is true.
Six D.C. Chapter members, a member of Gathering of Eagles, Iraq war vet Phil Kiver and two of his friends went to the so-called Code Pink House at 712 5th St., NE (attn. Keith Olbermann, don’t get your panties in a bunch: Code Pink publishes this address all over their website) to call for their eviction over zoning violations. Specifically Code Pink is running a corporate lobbying office in a zoned residential neighborhood, operating a boarding house for transients and operating a kitchen. The house they are renting is zoned for single family dwelling. It sits right in the middle of a block of residences.
We arrived at 2 p.m. carrying copies of a zoning complaint that had been filed back in May with the D.C. government to give to the Pinkos’ neighbors. It appears the D.C. government has not taked action on the complaint.
As we were unloading our freep stuff from one of our cars up the road from the Pinkos’ office, a woman (not wearing pink, BTW) asked if we were there to protest Code Pink. When I told her, “Yes,” she immediately got on her cell phone and walked around the corner at 5th and H St. A couple minutes later she ran sprinting past me and hauled her ample behind down 5th St. to the Code Pink office where where she turned and raced up the stairs in to the front door.
About five minutes later, the first of many police officers to be called to check us out this afternoon arrived. I informed the officer, who was driving an unmarked car, that our intentions were to have a peaceful, lawful demonstration for a few hours. I explained that we were there to call attention to the neighbors of the failure of the D.C. government to act on the zoning complaint, as well as protest Code Pink in general.
The officer was satisfied that we were acting within the law and left.
The first of several neighbors came out to talk with us and shared her opposition to Code Pink roosting in her neighborhood. She said they are out in the street at all hours of the night, that they bring their buses down the street and park them, that vans with signs that say, “Our Troops Must Die” are parked on the street where her son, a three-tour Iraq vet home on emergency leave can see them.
She gladly took several copies of the zoning complaint to share with her neighbors.
The Pinko with the ample behind came back out of the Pinko office and walked back up to H St. She told us we should go to Iraq, which drew catcalls from the veterans and parent of a Marine currently in Iraq among us.
A few minutes later we received our second visit from the D.C. Police. This time it was a regular police vehicle. I spoke with this officer with the same result: we were acting within the law and he left.
A few minutes later we received our third visit. This time from a D.C. Police officer on bicycle patrol. I spoke with him as I had spoken with the previous officers.
One of the Pinkos came to the front door and asked the officer to come speak with her. She told him that she was “basically alone” in the office. We couldn’t clearly hear the rest of what she said, but it sounded like she was bothered by the presence of the protesters on the sidewalk.
While the officer was inside talking to her, several fire trucks came down 5th St. and stopped just past us. We didn’t smell any smoke (beyond the cigars and cigarettes we were smoking) and didn’t see any sign of a fire.
The police officer came back out of the Pinko office and told us that were acting within the law. When we told him this was the third time we had been checked out he told us that the police had to respond everytime a call is made, which we understood. While the officer was inside, we were joined outside by a couple more police officers on bicycle patrol. These two officers stayed watching over us until we were done after the first bicycle patrol officer departed.
The Battalion Chief for the fire department came over to talk with us about the call he was responding to. He said that they had received a call about ‘the smell of burning paper’ in the neighborhood, but there was no fire to be found. He lamented that large numbers of firemen were having to check out this bogus report.
All this happened within the first hour of us being there. In the meantime we were talking to more neighbors about Code Pink’s presence in the neighborhood. Some didn’t care, but many of them did. One even brought us bottled water to thank us for doing what we were doing. He told us how the Pinko’s improperly stored trash in their backyard was drawing rodents. Another neighbor walked up to us with a large axe in his hand and demanded to see our permit. I told him we didn’t have one. He went over carrying his axe to complain to the police about us but to no avail. We didn’t need a permit for what we were doing.
We spied one of the Pinkos up the block returning from a protest dressed in costume. When she saw us she turned around and went back up the block, presumably to use the alley entrance to the office.
The Pinkos did not want to dialogue with us today, like they usually do. Instead they hid inside their office and peeked out from behind the window blinds most of the time we were there.
We ended the freep after two hours and bid au revoir to the two bicycle patrol officers. A funny thing happened to Iraq war vet Phil Kiver, who had to leave a few minutes early, as he drove away. He had driven about fifteen blocks when he was pulled over by a marked D.C. police cruiser. The officer told him that there had been calls all afternoon that his car was being driven “erratically” all over D.C. Unknown to the officer, Phil’s car had been parked right in front of the Code Pink House for the previous two hours. I wonder who would have made calls like that to the police? Phil checked out okay and was allowed to go about his business.
I wonder what the penalties are in D.C. for making false police and fire reports? I guess I’ll have to find out.
Pictures from the freep should be posted tomorrow evening sometime.
We will be going back to freep the Pinkos again soon. Stay tuned for details.
Honor roll for today: Freepers Doctor Raoul; BufordP; Jimmy Valentine’s brother; Trueblackman; Mr. Trooprally and kristinn. Chief from the Gathering of Eagles, Phil Kiver and two friends.
OUTSTANDING WORK, Eagles!
Once and Always, an American Fighting Man