Journey 4 Justice, My Return To Topeka – Brian’s Blog
Last year I made my first trip on motorcycle to Topeka for Journey 4 Justice to wave our flags in the faces of the “Wet Burro Baptist Cult.” We will never refer to them by the name they like. I didn’t think I would ever experience a feeling like I did last year again. We returned this past weekend and I have to say it was the greatest adventure of my life. I learned more about myself, my abilities and the power of patriotism between brothers and sisters who have the same system of beliefs.
On Friday the 12th, myself and my partners Kenny, Bill, Bob, Keith, Charley and Jerry took off in 24 degree temperatures at 5 am to begin our journey. Danny Joe had bike issues and would catch up to us in Salina, Kansas. It was a brutally cold start to an amazing trip. My wife and our friend Wendy were trailing us in a truck. We froze from Greeley to Burlington and then finally started to thaw. It was a nice ride to Topeka. We rested and got ready for what we had planned for Saturday.
We got up on Saturday and headed to Gage Park at the Korean War Memorial to wave our flags on the corners where the enemy usually sets up. I was filled with pride to stand there and wave our flags and hear all the honking horns and “God bless you guys” pouring out of the passing vehicles. I stood there with my arm around my buddy Keith and we both were moved to tears as brothers in arms.
We then moved on the law offices that are owned and operated by the enemy. We walked up and down the public sidewalk waving our flags for all to see. When you have a group of scum like the Wet Burros who protest military funerals and say things like “God bless dead soldiers,” I find it thrilling to wave a flag in their faces. We stayed there long enough for them to show up and peek out the windows at us. We legally got under their skin.
The next stop, I will never forget. We set out to go to the front doors of hell…the WBC compound itself. We also wanted to see the Equality House, the rainbow painted house the was just purchased across the street from the compound. We were amazed at the reception we received when we pulled around the corner. You can see the chaos in the video posted below. There was a party van full of people who parade around to different places and just happened to be at the Equality House when we arrived. It looked like a Lady Gaga and Judas Priest concert crowd all mashed together. We visited with all the folks there and then that crowd dispersed and it was just us left. The cops arrived shortly after the other group had left, leaving us to deal with the law. There was a sense of pride having irritated them enough to make them call the police. Charley, Kenny and I sat on the curb and waited to see what kind of law we were in violation of. We are not allowed to fly our flags within 50 feet of their building during worship service, which they claim is from 7am – 10pm daily; yeah right. We were let off with a warning and the officer was very professional. I feel sorry for them having to deal with this scum all the time. Our goal was to irritate them…mission accomplished. I felt complete just knowing that we ruined their day when they spend their lives ruining days of innocent victims all the time. I left the compound with a feeling of great pride and satisfaction.
Here is a look at the J4J video of us showing up at the compound.
The ride home on Sunday was just a miserable 13 hours of hellish wind and then cold. The wind was howling from Topeka all the way to Limon. I was ready to quit in Limon as I was trembling from the cold and could not stop shaking. The great crew I was with got me walking around and got my blood flowing enough to get the shakes to stop and I could roll on. When we hit Burlington there were some folks in cars waving American flags to cheer us on. I cannot tell you how much that got my engine revving. That feeling of pride carried me home. 13 hours on the bike was hell and painful but worth every bit of the pain because we did something. We didn’t just sit there and say “someone should…” We did it and I will do it again and again until they are gone.
I cannot explain the bond you get with people you share an adventure like this with. I am so proud to call these men and women my brothers and sisters. I was honored that my wife came along and got to experience the feeling too.
Last night as I sat there reflecting on this magical journey when this beautiful majestic bird came to roost in my tree. I believe it was telling me…”job well done”. Today and everyday I am a proud American and proud of the men and women I stand with.