Remember Randall Terry? The crazy anti-choice guy who founded Operation Rescue? Well, he's afraid maybe you don't remember him so he's trying once again to force himself into the public eye using his nauseating schticks lest you forget him.
His latest bid for fame: inviting journalists to a free Guinness and chicken wings media event at the National Press Club in Washington.
He pays $31.95/gallon for fake blood to pour over dolls. Maybe Tim Burton could hook him up with some bloody wholesaler.
Terry likes to disrupt things ~ most recently the 2009 Notre Dame commencement featuring President Obama and now he's turned his attention to the Sotomayor congressional hearings.
Things started to get tough for him when in 1994 a federal law was passed making it a crime to block abortion clinics. He ended up bankrupted because being an asshole day in and day out can be costly.
He has recently converted to Catholicism apparently since the evangelical Christian sect he belonged to stopped looking favorably upon him. He's had some tough times. According to the Washington Post:
In 2000, he divorced his first wife, Cynthia, with whom he'd had a daughter, adopted two more children and taken in a foster child. The following year he married Andrea, a young campaign volunteer.
Then there were problems with his children. His adopted son Jamiel came out as gay in 2004, and Terry renounced him. (They've since reconciled.) His adopted daughter and his foster daughter got pregnant out of wedlock; the foster daughter converted to Islam.
He's trying to build a new anti-choice organization even though he's not well loved among others of that ilk. Even they have trouble with people as vicious and crazy as Mr. Terry.
"George Tiller was a mass murderer," Terry told reporters after the 67-year-old doctor was shot in the lobby of his Wichita church. "Horrifically, he reaped what he sowed."
Maybe you will too, Randall.
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