On the street where Terri Schiavo's hospice is located:
Near one end of 102nd Avenue is Triple O Auto, where Scotty Jackson, a single father raising two sons, has grown used to being cussed at and ridiculed by people clutching Bibles and waving signs.
... Triple O stands for On Our Own, and there are times when Jackson struggles to pay his bills and is forced to work on a Sunday — upsetting one protester, who heckled him about working on the day of rest.
This is why I'm sick of hearing about the Bush base and its "values." This guy is doing what he has to do to take care of his family; some Christians do object to working on the sabbath, but an awful lot of Christians would say he's doing a morally good thing. Yet our idiot press and the Democratic Party think (or thought until the polls came in) that everything any conservative says about "values" is (a) a belief shared by all "values" voters and (b) a belief we'd all share if some of us weren't horrible disgusting secular hedonist coastal Brie-eaters.
Oh, and the article also describes how the protests are affecting other hospice patients and their families:
None of the men and women venture out anymore to sit in the manicured garden, taking in the fresh air and listening to music as they live out their last days. And their loved ones can’t visit without going through checkpoints, security clearances and a macabre death vigil: the women with black lips and faux blood dripping down their faces, the guy with the bullhorn warning about damnation, the signs that demonize Terri Schiavo’s husband as a murderer and an adulterer, the man cradling the skeleton.
Charming. And, of course, as that article and this one note, kids at the school next door to the hospice have been forced to relocate.