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“We marched on Washington, Billy! We took it to the streets and we marched—like King, or, y’know…like KING! We are taking back this country, Billy! We can no longer be ignored! We beat the streets with our determined feet—all 58 of them—and the country stood up and took notice! Sure, it wasn’t the several hundred thousand people we were hoping for—but it is a testament to what 29 determined people can do!* | |
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(h/t Confederate Yankee; see also, Hard Starboard, moonbattery, Wuzzadem, Just Some Poor Schmuck, Ed Driscoll, and LGF, which notes some very determined photo cropping)
THE REVOLUTION HAS BEGUN!!!
Note to you warmongering capitalists…TICK TOCK!
Imagine there’s no heaven,
It’s easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today…
Imagine there’s no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace…
Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you’ll join us,
And the world will live as one.
When the same faces show up in all the photos, it’s hard to avoid the possibility that there just weren’t very many people there, cropping or no.
password: two, as in at least she got more than two people to show up.
Jeff, bad link on Billy.
Thanks, fixed.
Maybe they scheduled the protest at 4:20, and all the moonbats were, you know, preoccupied.
TR: Man. Like, yeah…
Maybe they scheduled the protest at 4:20…
I guess they don’t have that “TICK TOCK” thing down quite like “Cindyhitsthefan” thinks they do. “Imagine” that.
Cordially…
Hillary to meet with Sheehan.
From the article:
Cindy Sheehan is a cunt. There, I said it.
At least Billy Jack went to Viet Nam. Don’t recall him lecturing committees in a Thurston Howell III patrician accent about atrocities after the fashion of Jenjiss Khan, either.
FREE CINDY SHEEHAG!!!!!!!!!!!
El Jefe, thanks for the link.
Anybody want a “Ditchaholics Anonymous” tee shirt?
As I need is a pithy slogan to top it off…
Et tu, Billy?!
t/w: children, as in “Do it for the…!”
CINDYFAN…
Come on, now…you didn’t write that. You copied it from someone. You really should credit your sources. Besides, it’s the not that hard; watch:
You’re just…a fuck.
I can’t explain it ‘cause I think you suck.
I’m taking pride,
In telling you to Fuck Off and Die.
– “FOD” by Green Day
See how easy that was?
Power to the people!!
From this day forward I have christened “anti-war activist Cindy Sheehan” (the MSM’s favorite label) forever to be known as AWACS!
(our apologies and deepest respect to all the USAF men and women assigned to the E-3 and 767 AWACS units for making them share the same acronym. Also the the Saudi, French, UK, and NATO E-3 AWACS units. Actually, she really is offensive to all military personnel, wherever they are. So I apologize to them, too)
What a whack-job AWACS is…29 protesters in the largest liberal bastion on the eastern seaboard…HAHAHAHAHA!
Maybe it was just me and my browser, but I could have sworn that Cindy Sheehan had turned into the Say Anything girl. I get enough cognitive dissonance around here, I don’t need the extra nudge.
Cindyfan:
Ignorant stalinist tools need love, too, I suppose.
Peace…
Cindy who?
Thanks, Lydia.
Someone had to say it.
TW: were. As in were if not for you, it would be me.
Oh, and it turns out Warhol was wrong after all.
Well maybe adjusted for inflation…
I’ll play:
The last time that I saw her
She was standing in the rain
With her overcoat under her arm
Leaning on a horsehead cane
She said “Carl, take all the money”
She called everybody Carl
“My spirit’s broke”
“My mind’s a joke,”
“And getting up’s real hard”
Chorus
Don’t you know her
When you see her?
She grew up
In your back yard
Come back to us
Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna
Beauregard
Selling bibles at the airports
Buying quayludes on the phone
Hey, you talk about
A paper route
She’s a shut in without a home
God save her, please
She’s nailed her knees
To some drugstore parking lot
Hey, Mr. Brown
Turn the volume down
I believe this evening’s shot
Repeat Chorus
Can’t you picture her next Thursday?
Can you picture her at all?
In the Hotel Boulderado
At the dark end of the hall
I gotta shake myself and wonder
Why she even bothers me
For if heartaches were commercials
We’d all be on T.V.
-John Prine
Right. Now that you’ve chimed in, CINDYFAN, that makes, what, thirty of you?
Hey, is she the chick that has the Band of Brothers?
Daaaamn, son. You gots a link on the WaPo site! And I knew you when.
{{sniff}} They grow up so fast…
I guess we don’t have to worry about anyone calling her articulate.
Oops. Still haven’t figured out this rhetoric proof writing thingy.
No slight intended towards Lydia.
“her” as in Mother Sheehan.
Cindy Sheehan is a *smother* who wanted a baby because people stopped her in the Ding-Dong aisle at Super*Happy*Mart and cooed, “Oh, what a cute little boy! Izzums a big fine fellow, den?” and she could bask in the reflected glow.
Casey Sheehan got tired of nappies and having his cheek pinched, and went off to join the Army where he could feel like an adult doing a grownup’s work. Doting mama Cindy felt abandoned by this. As long as Casey was alive, she couldn’t do anything about it, though.
Now that Casey’s dead, Cindy can get her revenge on him for running out. She does that by making every reference to him one appropriate to an infant, and by denigrating[1] the comrades he found congenial.
Shooting Cindy would give her too much credit. Just watch her audience dwindle, and gloat.
Regards,
Ric
[1]Fuck you, Oliver.
Every time I see the Cindy-bim, the word “fruitcake” pops into my mind and then I start laughing. I think it’s the thought of those dried up fruits that have been passed around for forty years, and then cooked into a brand new cake. As John Kerry would say (after checking with a focus group): “Stunning!”.
There are nearly as many people here commenting as there were at the protest. Jeff’s starting a movement. Our voices will be heard!
I have a good idea for a t-shirt. Picture of a rabbi with a bong in his hand. Caption reads “no bud for mohel”.