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MESSAGE TO WAR PROTESTER: If you don't want to go to war and get hurt, don't join the Army, dumbass.

Best,

G.R.
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Kaffir Boy, Jihad Joe, Depleted Uranium Is A Gift From God, Impeach All Demokkkrats, Moat Warrior, War Dog
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"ABAJO FIDEL!"

G.R. Quinn has been mistaken for a performance artist: His ultra-right agitating is sometimes so blunt that it reads like parody. But he means every word of the succinct screeds on his handwritten signs. Some of his standbys are "Hunt the Whales," "Cut the Rainforest," and "Janet Reno: Nazi Witch." Although he carries incendiary messages, Quinn isn't exactly the typical in-your-face protester. He's more the nagging, persistent voice in the wilderness, the gadfly in the ointment of Chapel Hill liberalism.

Quinn does more than wave signs at passing motorists on Franklin Street. He's also a prolific letter-to-the-editor writer and radio talk-show caller, and he attends many a left-wing function to make sure that at least one countervailing opinion is voiced. He delights in needling liberals about what he says are their inconsistencies and hypocrisies. Quinn's latest sign was a send-off to his nemesis: "Goodbye Clinton: The Big Creep." Will he wind down his one-man show now that a Republican is in the White House? "No, not at all," Quinn tells us. "I just got married, and my wife is trying to redirect my causes," he says with a laugh. "But there's still a lot of left-wingers around that need to be exposed."

In Washington, G.R. Quinn, 54, of Bethesda, Md., held a sign across from the White House reading: "God Bless the Enola Gay," referring to the B-29 that dropped the first bomb. Nearby, about three dozen peace activists declared President Bush was not doing enough for nuclear disarmament.