If You Build It, They Might Not Show Up
Fenris, The Little Danish girl and I went on a little road trip yesterday to London, Ontario. We met up with the gang from the London Fog, Lisa, MapMaster and Mike, and went to the anti-war/anti climate change/Cuba Si rally in Victoria Park. What I saw there will forever change my life.
Fewer protesters means less of a carbon footprint, which is great for the world. With hardly any protesters at this event, the world can breath a little easier today. I counted about 50 people at the event, although 9 of them, including MUGS, a commenter at The Broom and Small Dead Animals, the Unhyphenated Canadian, The Foggers and various Mitchievillian's weren't on the protesters side.
The second speaker of the day goes by the name of...you know, I'm really not sure what her name was. The important thing wasn't her name, the important thing was her message. And her message was clear, she said...you know, I'm not 100% sure what she was on about, but I'm pretty sure I didn't agree with it. Oh right, something about American Imperialism and global warming. I didn't really catch it, I was too busy adjusting my toque, after all, it was -11 Celsius.
As you can tell, there was a lot of fight in this crowd. It reminded me of the movie 300, but with 250 less.
Anti-war or not, I don't care who you are, there's always one thing that we can agree on, no matter how big of a carbon footprint this leaves on the world: We always got time for Tim Horton's.
This young hero goes by the name Tim Richards, pronounced Tim Reeeshard. Tim was in the US army and deserted a while back. Everything was good for Tim, life was fine, but then one day GWB decided to invade Iraq. "Fuck that", said Tim, I only signed up to *Defend* America, not cause civil unrest on a foreign nation. Lucky for Tim that his father is a Canadian, or Tim would have to go to Iraq and fight an unjust war. **No word on whether Tim gave back the blood money that the US Army paid him in peace-time.
At one point in the protest, it got so slow that the flags actually tried to fly away on their own accord. It was spooky.
The protest came to an end, no march around the block, no throwing garbage cans through windows, not even a public hanging or a burning US flag to speak about. I couldn't even find a decent, funny anti-US/anti-climate change/Cuba Si/anti-global warming/save the whales/anti-daddy touched me in my funny spot sign, so I had to settle on this.
I asked this woman for her best goofy, gummy smile. She did not let me down. That's right, Mildred, fuck the man. Fuck him real good.
There was a strange calm after the rally. I don't want to exaggerate the feeling, but if I had to sum it up, I would say that it felt like a thousand peaceful angels flew down to earth and lifted us up onto their wings. They took us to a paradise on earth, one without cars and pollution and snakes, and Conservatives. We all sang hippie songs and drank green tea. It was wonderful.
The anti-war/anti-climate change/Cuba Si rally changed my life. I am a better person now.
Fewer protesters means less of a carbon footprint, which is great for the world. With hardly any protesters at this event, the world can breath a little easier today. I counted about 50 people at the event, although 9 of them, including MUGS, a commenter at The Broom and Small Dead Animals, the Unhyphenated Canadian, The Foggers and various Mitchievillian's weren't on the protesters side.
The second speaker of the day goes by the name of...you know, I'm really not sure what her name was. The important thing wasn't her name, the important thing was her message. And her message was clear, she said...you know, I'm not 100% sure what she was on about, but I'm pretty sure I didn't agree with it. Oh right, something about American Imperialism and global warming. I didn't really catch it, I was too busy adjusting my toque, after all, it was -11 Celsius.
As you can tell, there was a lot of fight in this crowd. It reminded me of the movie 300, but with 250 less.
Anti-war or not, I don't care who you are, there's always one thing that we can agree on, no matter how big of a carbon footprint this leaves on the world: We always got time for Tim Horton's.
This young hero goes by the name Tim Richards, pronounced Tim Reeeshard. Tim was in the US army and deserted a while back. Everything was good for Tim, life was fine, but then one day GWB decided to invade Iraq. "Fuck that", said Tim, I only signed up to *Defend* America, not cause civil unrest on a foreign nation. Lucky for Tim that his father is a Canadian, or Tim would have to go to Iraq and fight an unjust war. **No word on whether Tim gave back the blood money that the US Army paid him in peace-time.
At one point in the protest, it got so slow that the flags actually tried to fly away on their own accord. It was spooky.
The protest came to an end, no march around the block, no throwing garbage cans through windows, not even a public hanging or a burning US flag to speak about. I couldn't even find a decent, funny anti-US/anti-climate change/Cuba Si/anti-global warming/save the whales/anti-daddy touched me in my funny spot sign, so I had to settle on this.
I asked this woman for her best goofy, gummy smile. She did not let me down. That's right, Mildred, fuck the man. Fuck him real good.
There was a strange calm after the rally. I don't want to exaggerate the feeling, but if I had to sum it up, I would say that it felt like a thousand peaceful angels flew down to earth and lifted us up onto their wings. They took us to a paradise on earth, one without cars and pollution and snakes, and Conservatives. We all sang hippie songs and drank green tea. It was wonderful.
The anti-war/anti-climate change/Cuba Si rally changed my life. I am a better person now.
posted by The Mayor at 8:25 PM
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