A vast mass of passionate protesters were gathering in downtown Los Angeles to march against the war in Iraq on Saturday morning, so I infiltrated the ranks to observe the massive rally first hand.
Many of the people were very nice, peace loving protesters wanting their voices to be heard on the often silent national stage. Too many complainers sit around hoping for change instead of actually going out to call for it, so respect was instantly earned. A lot of kids were there to experience the assemblage, with one in particular rather interested in the John Edwards pamphlets handed out.
Another sleepily enjoyed dad carrying her around the boisterous bonanza of activists on display.
Then there were the handful of individuals across the street, the pitiful ones protesting the protest, a really pathetic showing reminiscent of bottom-feeders grasping blindly for any attention. We were the ones getting all the notice, with helicopters hovering and news cameras snapping and recording the event nonstop.
But the cake taken for “Most Ridiculous Nutjobs” goes to the sparce Dennis Kucinich followers/maniacs, who regardless of your political opinion would quickly judge and deem you shameful for just about anything.
They were truly bonkers, probably dropped onto their heads at birth by already insane parents. These ignorant fools should be locked up with key thrown away. I held my usually sharp tongue back, instead deciding to listen intently to what nonsensical idiots sounds like. The volunteers were definitely not helping the Congressman’s cause.
Scores of protesters were pissed to see that Hillary Clinton was represented, since she’s a staunch advocate for the Iraq debacle, and her disciples seemed out of place at the demonstration.
Didn’t bother me all that much, although I think she’s nothing more than woman scorned. I’ll never vote for woman scorned. Can anyone of sound mind trust a woman that trusts a husband that cheats, the kind that blatantly does, his trousers always evidently unzipped?Besides the point of trust, which always seems to be a silly factor when we normally elect distrustful officials to public office, the John Edwards supporters were easily the nicest, most positive of the presidential volunteer push.
Admittedly I like him the best of the Democrat crop, even went to see him speak once in Culver City. I felt sorry for the way he went down in flames as the running mate of the repugnant John Kerry. It was probably one of the worst campaigns I’ve seen in my lifetime, although the Howard Dean meltdown in Iowa is in a category all its own.
As a self-proclaimed political junkie, I steered clear from exemplifying a forceful opinion on matters, instead trying to blend in with the crowd, take in their energy, appreciating the fiery determination many carried so outwardly.
The habitually excitable Los Angeles Police Department closely watched our protest, undoubtedly looking for any excuse to bust out the Billy clubs and start senselessly beating innocent citizens.
Their worldwide reputation for brutality precedes them, with Rodney King as living proof, even though he’s an irredeemable crackhead junkie. This guy agreed.
Besides the few Kucinich losers and freaks, people equipped with deafening bullhorns were the ones my ears feared the most, blasting propaganda loudly over the already lively crowd. Chanting was commonplace. “1,2,3,4, we don’t want your damn war!”
President George W. Bush Bashers were everywhere, proving that there’s no shortage of hatred for the man leading our country.
In my opinion, he might be the worst figurehead this country has ever seen, the bounds of which haven’t been tested, for only time will reasonably judge his accomplishments and failures. Maybe we don’t realize how good of a job he’s done, that we’re just focused on today more than the future. My profoundly documented experience suggests otherwise, so I seriously doubt it.
I also wondered aloud if ICE could’ve done an immigration sweep during the protest.
I commented during the march that many of my favorite restaurants in the USA would probably close if every illegal immigrant were deported.
I also came to the realization, probably since this was my first big protest attended of any sort, that these events can be a painless excuse to revisit scary Halloween outfits.
The guy above terrified just about everyone, the kind of loon that appears in nightmares and chases you down dark alleyways wailing and crying like a banshee. He’d sporadically run up to random people and swipe his staff angrily at them.
I wisely chose to stay behind him. And you can never forget the wide array of street musicians making their presence known.
I very much enjoyed the colorful characters sprinkled throughout the event, very compelling, like seeing funny people with bizarre hair styles.
The rain began to pour near the end of the march, so seeing searing speeches from the likes of Cindy Sheehan, Ron Kovic (loved "Born on the 4th of July," Oliver Stone's best film in my humble opinion), and Jim Lafferty (who?) played second fiddle to walking all the way back to my car for shelter. I’ll never forget this experience, and I need to find more cool causes to be a part of.