Anti-War Freak Show Roundup
In no particular order, links to various posts on the weekend’s anti-war circuses:
The Moonbat Recon Project: United for Peace and Justice ‘Anti-War’ Rally.
This moonbat, clearly a tree-climbing species from the Pacific Northwest, got a bit spooked when the crowd started to march and sought refuge in this old oak tree.
Photios: Democrats Oppose the War …
Look beneath the overall breakdown and it becomes clear why Democratic lawmakers sat on their hands Tuesday night when Bush talked about the pursuit of victory in Iraq. According to the Fox/Opinion Dynamics poll, only 51 percent of all Democrats want Bush’s new plan to succeed. And a full 34 percent of Democrats do not want it to succeed.
That’s not 34 percent of Democrats who oppose to the plan or think the plan will not succeed. That’s 34 percent of Democrats who root for failure. That’s the anti-war, anti-victory base that Democrats on Capitol Hill worry about.
Anti-war protesters spray paint Capitol building.
Anti-war protesters were allowed to spray paint on part of the west front steps of the United States Capitol building after police were ordered to break their security line by their leadership, two sources told The Hill.
According to the sources, police officers were livid when they were told to fall back by U.S. Capitol Police (USCP) Chief Phillip Morse andDeputy Chief Daniel Nichols.� “They were the commanders on the scene,” one source said, who requested anonymity. “It was disgusting.”
After police ceded the stairs, located on the lower west front of the Capitol, the building was locked down, the source added.
It is sad that in thirty years, the U.S. Left hasn’t come up with a better idea than socialism. Dejected, I wandered away from the workers’ champions and approached a drum circle. Even this was dominated by superannuated radicals who couldn’t seem to play anything other than quarter notes. I struck up a conversation with one of the few college-aged girls in the vicinity, who asked me how I liked the music. As a drummer myself, I told her that I’d like to see the musicians venture outside of a 4/4 time signature. Perplexed, she picked up her “Buck Fush” sign and walked away.
Convinced I wasn’t going to see anything interesting, I began walking home. But just then, I struck gold. About 100 protestors had broken off from the main rally and grouped across the street, near the Capitol building. I could tell right away that something was different about this crowd because it was composed almost entirely of young people. Catching sight of the red and black flag of anarchism, I realized I had fallen in with the hardcore antiglobalization gang.
These protestors, clad almost entirely in black, menacingly chanted “Who’s Capitol? Our Capitol!” Having ventured into the realm of the polysyllabic, I could tell they were serious. The bandanas wrapped around their faces, meant to conceal their identities, had an intimidating effect only slightly mitigated by their tendency to remove their disguises whenever they needed a cigarette. Which was often.
The group marched past the fountain and up the field in front of the Capitol, pushing aside some flexible green mesh fencing. (Or, in the words of one protestor later relating the events to his attractive female comrade, “We smashed through the barricades.”) They walked up to the steps of the Capitol, which were defended by a line of police officers. Things looked tense as the anarchists chanted “Who’s steps? Our steps!” But in the end, they lacked the resolve to take on the cops. Some drummers banged out a beat, there was more sloganeering and dancing, and eventually the whole procession simply moved on, chanting “We’ll be back!”
The cops seemed unmoved, even though they’d just been threatened with another punishing drum circle.
‘Poop for Peace’ - Google Search.
And from Age of Hooper:
