G8 Protesters Amuse, Enlighten...Each Other
I didn't know there was a G8 protest going on. I had just popped into Borders Express to pick up a Captain Underpants book for my son and check out the "Out of Office Countdown" desk calendar and "George W. Bush Voodoo Kit" by the register. The usual.
But in Public Square I stumbled upon what I'm guessing was a G8 protest, or might one day be a G8 protest when it grows up. Twelve or so protesters (yes, I counted) had set up a tiny amplifier and mic (whose mighty 15 watts reached, somewhat symbolically, almost beyond the group membership itself). They'd hung a decorative paper globe from a mic stand and G8 flags around their necks. Each, in turn, would praise his or her country (in sub-Burger King drive-through sound quality; e.g., bzzztt global warming mmmwwwaaa bzzzt billions zzzzzt) and then have at the globe with a yellow whiffle ball bat. Gently, mind you: I think their budget required them to return it to Hallmark after the protest. Two old bags worked the periphery and handed out the usual communist newspaper to those who wandered into the generous Moonbat/Reality Buffer.
That's it. All in all, a non-event. It seemed like a bit of work to attract, well, me and one girl who stopped to watch (the smoking area outside DeVry, in contrast, attracted six times the audience). I like the second photo, because it gives an idea of the true scope of the, erm, event:
I should also mention that Lunch Hour Jesus Boy, as usual, was just across the way with his acoustic guitar and pwned them with his mighty PA system. Time for the commies to apply for a grant from the local arts council.
But in Public Square I stumbled upon what I'm guessing was a G8 protest, or might one day be a G8 protest when it grows up. Twelve or so protesters (yes, I counted) had set up a tiny amplifier and mic (whose mighty 15 watts reached, somewhat symbolically, almost beyond the group membership itself). They'd hung a decorative paper globe from a mic stand and G8 flags around their necks. Each, in turn, would praise his or her country (in sub-Burger King drive-through sound quality; e.g., bzzztt global warming mmmwwwaaa bzzzt billions zzzzzt) and then have at the globe with a yellow whiffle ball bat. Gently, mind you: I think their budget required them to return it to Hallmark after the protest. Two old bags worked the periphery and handed out the usual communist newspaper to those who wandered into the generous Moonbat/Reality Buffer.
That's it. All in all, a non-event. It seemed like a bit of work to attract, well, me and one girl who stopped to watch (the smoking area outside DeVry, in contrast, attracted six times the audience). I like the second photo, because it gives an idea of the true scope of the, erm, event:
I should also mention that Lunch Hour Jesus Boy, as usual, was just across the way with his acoustic guitar and pwned them with his mighty PA system. Time for the commies to apply for a grant from the local arts council.
posted by Saint Kansas at 8:35 AM
2 Comments:
Lame protests seem to be all the rage these days. However, because I walk through Union Square in New York everday, I think I'm getting immune to them.
I think Union Square does provide a good study for how effective these protests are: About 30 people protest and 20,000 people walk by without taking notice. It's really annoying too because Union Square could be a fun place to hang out.
Yo, Kansas! It's about time you coughed up another entry. We need more smart-ass guys like me in the blogosphere, and you're one of the few I've found so far.
Rock on.
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