One of the festival’s many speakers was Ward Churchill’s wife and communist firebrand Natsu Saito (if anyone who speaks in a monotone as she does can be called a firebrand), who seemed to be guarded by bandanna-wearing members of the American Indian Movement.
No more ass-crackery!
Well, at least you’ve got to give them credit for being honest.
Every now and then, a protester or three would show up who just didn’t fit in to any of the existing protest categories. Anarchists? No. Hillary supporters? Nope. Abortion activists? Nuh-uh. Communists? Nyet. Environmentalists cult-members extremists bikers Christians feminists Palestinians? No no no no no. So they’d usually just stand off by themselves, wondering what to do.
Lo and behold, my old friends the Bush Legacy Bus showed up as well, but once again I was denied: the last time I saw them, the bus had nowhere to park, so I couldn’t get on to see the exhibits. This time they had successfuly stopped, but — isn’t life ironic? — they had a power failure in the bus and had to close.
This sign conveys in the most concise manner possible the Left’s self-negating thesis concerning the American military: our soldiers are crude, violent occupiers who fight wars to steal oil; AND they’re sad, pitiable victims who get their legs blown off fighting wars they don’t want to fight (notice the artificial legs), and that the way we can “support the troops” is to bring them all home permanently. I see this paradoxical and fundamentally illogical position promoted everywhere these days.
It can be yours for the low low price of twenty Amerikkkan dollars.
Aug 27, 07:55 am PST — A Pro-Hillary March
On Tuesday, some Hillary Clinton die-hards held a march along the “designated parade route” from Denver’s Civic Center Park to the “free speech zone” at the Pepsi Center, where the convention is being held. Their goal: a last-ditch attempt to secure the nomination for Hillary.
This is a sentiment the Democratic Party did not take seriously enough. I think we’ll be seeing a lot of “temporary McCainocrats” in November.
Despite a scheduling snafu at the start (the march was sent off early, before many supporters showed up), the group — numbering somewhere between 500 and 750 by my very rough guess (though I’m admittedly bad at crowd estimates) proceeded down in the street in a wave of enthusiasm.
Most people in the crowd believed that the nomination was stolen from Hillary by the bullying and intimidation of delegates and “super-delegates.”
They co-opted the “selected, not elected” meme from the disputed Bush/Gore Florida showdown in 2000.
Despite the surface enthusiasm and anger, there was a noticeable air of resignation, the certain knowedge that their cause was already a lost cause.
18 million people is a lot of people to piss off.
Whom will you ladies vote for in November: Obama or McCain? That is the question around which everything hinges.
Meanwhile, back at the beginning of the parade route (to which I returned after following the march for a while), scattered groups of Hillary supporters who had shown up at the announced time (11:45) were seriously deflated and disappointed to learn that the city officials had for some reason sent off the Hillary contingent over 15 minutes early, leaving many of the would-be marchers stranded when they showed up too late. It was the only time I’ve seen one of the permitted marches be sent off early. Hmmmmm….
Aug 27, 07:55 am PST — Biden to Boxer and Beyond: Celebrity-Hopping Convention Style
The rumors are true. Political conventions are prime territory for star-chasers and celebrity hounds. In the space of just a few hours, I shook hands with the potential next vice president (Joe Biden), had lunch with my senator (Barbara Boxer) and a movie star (Danny Glover), then not long after met Dan Rather and San Francisco Attorney General Kamala Harris, and finally caught a glimpse of Hillary Clinton. And I wasn’t even trying. Real fame addicts have innumerable other opportunities in Denver this week to chum around with lawmakers, legends and superstars.
The Democratic National Convention is like a political Hollywood.
I was walking through downtown Denver on Monday when, completely unexpectedly, I ran into Joe Biden at the corner of Lawrence Street and 16th. I saw a crowd of people surrounding someone, and at first, even after getting a glimpse of him, I have to admit I didn’t even know who he was. Partly because he was inside a barbecue shack at that moment, and partly because I’ve been traveling since he was first nominated and haven’t had any time to read the news, so I wasn’t really familiar with what he looked like.
But then he came straight toward me and I realized it was the vice presidential nominee. Before I knew it, I was shaking his hand. (Now I’ve shaken hands with the entire Democratic ticket — I also unexpectedly shook Obama’s hand during a fundraiser appearance in San Francisco.)