While Chris B. and Brian made their way to the New Zealand Embassy for the luncheon, I stayed behind and covered a protest that was being put on by a woman from Maine. On this, the last day of George W. Bush’s administration, what is it this woman could be protesting, I wondered? Mondays? Air? No no. This woman, Jamilla Joe Camel Shaffeighalg or something like that, was leading a group of people in calling for the arrest and prosecution of President Bush and Vice President Cheney for war crimes. How exactly to best serve this noble cause? Well, simply do what any other organization dying for some respect does: get 250 people together and have them throw shoes at a 30-foot inflatable George W. Bush.
When I was 6, I went to the zoo. I went to the monkey cages, to be exact. In that monkey cage were two monkeys. After they stared at the crowd for a few minutes, they proceeded to make…”whoopee” right there in front of everybody. Following that, they picked up their own excrement and started throwing it at each other and eventually at us. Finally, they picked each other’s lice out and had a tasty meal, then fell asleep dangling upside down in a tree. That day was slightly less ridiculous than watching an octogenarian throw a pair of high heels at a blow-up doll that looks like a 60-year-old national disgrace.
As you may know, a few weeks ago President Bush was attacked by an Iraqi journalist, who decided to throw his shoes at W. during a press conference. George Jr. is a pretty athletic guy, as it turns out, and was able to pull some Matrix-like moves on the guy and dodged the shoes no problem. Now, while over in the Middle East showing the bottoms of your shoes to anyone is considered giving somebody the finger, over here Americans are just looking for an excuse to hurl shoes.
During the shoe-throwing, there were also speeches by several activists, and some demonstrations as well. What I thought was interesting was the progression of protesting, which went something like this:
Boo, Bush! Yay, Obama!
Boo, Bush! Boo, Cheney!
Boo, Bush! Arrest him!
Obama’s our only hope!
Yay, Obama!
Obama hired a former Bush staff member!
…..
Boo, Obama! Boo, Bush!
Boo, everything!
Seriously, is anybody ever happy?!?!?! Two months ago, everybody was dancing in the street because Obama was elected. Now they’re booing this man because he had the gall to hire people who have government experience? Is anything ever good enough for anybody?
After the carnival of hippies wrapped up their speech and beat a dead horse for almost an hour, they formed a marching squad, and this cavalcade of headaches proceeded down Connecticut Avenue toward the White House. At some point, they banged a left, while my interest went the complete opposite way, so I decided to go on a little sight-seeing tour. And as with all my tours, this one ended at the Dubliner Pub in the Phoenix Park Hotel with a cold Guinness and a smile.
When I was 6, I went to the zoo. I went to the monkey cages, to be exact. In that monkey cage were two monkeys. After they stared at the crowd for a few minutes, they proceeded to make…”whoopee” right there in front of everybody. Following that, they picked up their own excrement and started throwing it at each other and eventually at us. Finally, they picked each other’s lice out and had a tasty meal, then fell asleep dangling upside down in a tree. That day was slightly less ridiculous than watching an octogenarian throw a pair of high heels at a blow-up doll that looks like a 60-year-old national disgrace.
As you may know, a few weeks ago President Bush was attacked by an Iraqi journalist, who decided to throw his shoes at W. during a press conference. George Jr. is a pretty athletic guy, as it turns out, and was able to pull some Matrix-like moves on the guy and dodged the shoes no problem. Now, while over in the Middle East showing the bottoms of your shoes to anyone is considered giving somebody the finger, over here Americans are just looking for an excuse to hurl shoes.
During the shoe-throwing, there were also speeches by several activists, and some demonstrations as well. What I thought was interesting was the progression of protesting, which went something like this:
Boo, Bush! Yay, Obama!
Boo, Bush! Boo, Cheney!
Boo, Bush! Arrest him!
Obama’s our only hope!
Yay, Obama!
Obama hired a former Bush staff member!
…..
Boo, Obama! Boo, Bush!
Boo, everything!
Seriously, is anybody ever happy?!?!?! Two months ago, everybody was dancing in the street because Obama was elected. Now they’re booing this man because he had the gall to hire people who have government experience? Is anything ever good enough for anybody?
After the carnival of hippies wrapped up their speech and beat a dead horse for almost an hour, they formed a marching squad, and this cavalcade of headaches proceeded down Connecticut Avenue toward the White House. At some point, they banged a left, while my interest went the complete opposite way, so I decided to go on a little sight-seeing tour. And as with all my tours, this one ended at the Dubliner Pub in the Phoenix Park Hotel with a cold Guinness and a smile.
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