They once came to protest at my college once because our president was a lesbian. It wasn't a lot of them, just the really hardcore ones, but Sheirley Phelps and her older children were there. They were so bizarre. It was well below freezing and they stood there all day. The thing that I remember most though, was this one kid they had with them. He was like ten or eleven, I don't know, but all he had on was a beanie hat, a fleece pullover, work boots and jeans. No gloves or overcoat. He was shivering so hard from the cold his legs were spasming. He kept trying to hold his sign in one hand at a time so he could bundle the other hand in his pocket for warmth. But every time he did that, the sign would droop and Shirley would yell at him to pick it up. A lot of students were going up to them and offering warm clothes to the kid, but they refused to accept them. He would scream "fag! fag! Fairy Fag!" over and over, but his teeth were chattering so hard it didn't even sound like words.
Shirley Phelps and the other adults all had parkas, hats, earmuffs, gloves, scarves and proper boots.