A protest? Really?

It seems to me that some people have way too much time on their hands.

It was announced Thursday that the Westboro Baptist Church, based in Kansas, planned to protest the funeral of Elizabeth Edwards, scheduled for Saturday.

This church has conducted protests at funerals for military servicemen, theatrical productions and high school graduations, among other events.

In a press release, the church stated, "Mrs. Edwards insisted upon being summoned before the King of Eternity while her children are yet minors. She insisted upon her son's death, an unremitting disease raging in her body, a whorish husband bringing their family to open shame and now her death and final judgment."

Elizabeth Edwards died Tuesday after a six-year battle with breast cancer. She was 61.

She is survived by her husband, John Edwards, daughters Cate and Emma Clare, and son Jack.

Son Wade Edwards died 14 years ago in an automobile accident.

She will be buried next to him.

There is a serious problem, in my humble opinion, when people feel the need to protest such a moment.

The burying of a family member.

Why on earth would someone feel that is necessary?

I can't help but think of the movie, "PCU," where practically all the college students on campus spent every waking moment protesting everything under the sun and -- ironically -- forgot how to have a little bit of fun every now and then.

Forgive me, but who gave these people the right to judge anyone?

I always thought that was somebody else's job.

Sure, it's true. Her husband had an affair, which should not be condoned.

But in this family's time of tragedy and need, let them deal with it privately, in their own way.

Don't protest something so sacred.

Surely there's something on television you can watch. Maybe time to clean the yard? Put up Christmas decorations?

Spend time with your own family? Your own mother?

Let it be.