Vets Vs Moonbats, Part 3

The protesters clustered at the side of the Lincoln Memorial to begin their march to the Pentagon, Palestinian flag flying. One counter-protestor told me he saw the police stop a young kid in front of the Memorial to divest him of several spray paint cans. One of the Black Bloc anarchist groups planned to meet there, according to their announcements on the Internet. Apparently, the fears of vandalism by the radicals was well-founded.



The police did a pretty good job of herding the protestors.

Planning a big demonstration like this has its problems. When the ANSWER commies began dickering with the Virginia Department of Transportation (VDOT) for access to a hundred yards of Route 27 on the march route that fell under its jurisdiction, they were outraged to find that VDOT demanded that they agree in writing to pay an unspecified amount of user fees that could have cost tens of thousands of bucks, hire an engineering firm to produce a traffic control plan, and take out a one million dollar insurance policy lest somebody slip on that hundred yards of asphalt.

ANSWER had its lawyers at the Partnership For Civil Justice send a whiny letter to the Virginia Attorney General complaining that VDOT had happily helped pro-war "Freedom Walks" on the same patch of road in 2005 and 2006. Their lawyers complained of VDOT's response when ANSWER complained of these arbitrary conditions to march: "When advised that this process was plainly in violation of the First Ammendment of the U.S. Constitution, VDOT representatives actually expressed uncertainty that the Constitution applies in Virginia."

OK, so ANSWER has a point that they have a Constitutional right to spew their rhetoric and VDOT is undoubtedly standing on slippery legal ground. Still, I have to snicker to read how VDOT bureaucrats are jacking with the ANSWER commies' heads. Those genius VDOT bureaucrats have found a way to make gubmint red tape and obfuscation work FOR us instead of against us. Thank you, VDOT, thank you so much for giving us a good return on our tax dollars. You did everything but ask ANSWER for an environmental impact study and demand to know if the march would harm any snail darters in the Potomac River. Maybe next time.


On the other side of traffic circle stood a solid wall of Vietnam vets, other vets, and patriots. It's the first time a big anti-war protest has been substantially counter-protested and the protestors didn't like it one bit. They wanted a monopoly on protest.



The cops kept the protestors apart from the vets, too far outside the range of even the most practiced spitter to hit a uniform. That was a very wise precaution. Very wise, indeed. The police were all on the protestor side of the street, with few on the vets side of the street. It's a tacit admission of who was more likely to cause trouble. The vets know how to take orders and restrain themselves. The protestors don't.


Nevertheless, some patriots took defensive measures.


The protestors kept up a steady stream of abuse at the vets. One young kid, about 15, next to me started yelling "YOU IGNORANT REDNECKS" at the vets. "That's racist," I told him. "No, it isn't," he said. "What do you think a redneck is," I asked. "A redneck is an ignorant, stupid person," he said. "That's like calling blacks ignorant or stupid," I told him. "Whatever," he said.



The vets were FOR things, the protestors were AGAINST things. Some psychologist could turn a buck writing a study about the difference between the two mindsets, though I could tell him which one is healthier and requires more intellectual capital.



The protestors vehemently objected to the patriots desire to win the war or lose the jihad.

Some protestors came dressed as Death, which was oddly appropriate, for if they were able to convince Congress to withdraw our troops, Iraq would become Death's playground. Death was what they were promoting, not only in Iraq, but eventually here at home when an insurgent victory in Iraq would encourage the jihadis to strike us, confident that they could outlast us.

Counter-protest babes. While I freely admit my bias towards lusty, red-blooded, patriotic babes, I still think our protest babes out-babed their protest babes.

After the police passed on horseback, the vets yelled, "Hey, LOOK! Here's some Cindy Sheehan!" The protestors didn't think that was funny at all.

The anarchists paraded their devil god across the Arlington Memorial Bridge; the god of the insurgency, of beheadings, of chaos and defeat. Hail Satan! Let Us March For Your Victory!

History may well record this march some day as akin to the infamous Ku Klux Klan march down Pennsylvania Avenue in 1928.

The only point where the protestors and vets collided came at the entrance to Arlington National Cemetery, where they closed to arm's distance and shouted at the vets, "WHO WOULD JESUS BOMB!?" "The enemy!" cried the patriots. A protestor with an African accent shouted that he was ashamed of the vets, ASHAMED! Medea Benjamin of Code Pink began singing, "All we are saying, Is give peace a chance." Unfortunately for Medea, we gave peace eighteen chances in Iraq in the form of UN resolutions and Saddam didn't go for any of them. Peace offerings only appease the peaceable; it provokes aggressors who see them as weakness. The confrontation went on for about five minutes until the police scrambled some motorcycles between the two sides and moved the protestors on.

Before the march started, some of the vets found a stash of ANSWER propaganda, six boxes of it, stashed under a tall evergreen tree next to the bridge. They pissed on it, good veteran pee made in America by Americans. ANSWER posted a guard on it after the fact. Quite frankly, I lost my confidence in the ANSWER commies competence to rule the world when they can't even keep their propaganda dry.


What Would The Giant Puppets Do? That's the question the lefties ask themselves when considering the great issues of the day. There is no greater moral authority in the protest world than the giant puppet. If the giant puppets are against war, well, ya gotta listen and take it seriously. However, there weren't quite enough giant puppets to convince me the radicals were right. There were maybe half a dozen puppets, tops. A dozen giant puppets is my tipping point, where I begin to really sit down and think: Do I want to thwart the will of the puppets? Until ANSWER produces more puppets, I'm sticking with Bush.



Another irony of the "peace" march is the ubiquitous image of Che Guevara, Fidel's enforcer, who tortured and executed members of the guerrilla band who fell afoul of of Fidel. After the Communist victory in Cuba, Che took command of a prison where he set to executing hundreds, maybe thousands, of enemies on his personal whim, establishing the Cuban system of political repression. Che is a hero to the "peace" marchers.

"Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any enemy that falls in my hands! My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of gunpowder and blood. With the deaths of my enemies I prepare my being for the sacred fight and join the triumphant proletariat with a bestial howl!" Che Guevara's Peace Plan, "Motorcycle Diaries"



Some of the protest chimps got antsy and started climbing trees because, well, they were there. Nobody brought any bananas to lure them back down.


As Reagan said, the problem with liberals is that they know so much that isn't true. The Left has a different script for the war in Iraq, a script for defeat, just like Vietnam. It's rotten and wrong and the Left has handcuffed itself to this doomsday scenario. They want to lose out of perversity while we want to win out of patriotism and the desire to lift up the world into freedom. The Left isn't up to that kind of heavy lifting.


The USMLO is the U.S. Marxist-Leninist Organization. If you can tell me why the liberal media will never show you a photo of these flags nor a report of the organization toting them, you win a cookie. We all know why, don't we? Well, that's a free cookie for you. Mmmm. Cookies.



This couple had the novel idea of demonstrating the alternative to war but, really, nobody wants to see us middle-aged farts making love in public. Even the protestors wanted these folks to get a room.


I wouldn't want to give the false impression that none of the protestors flew American flags, but in a way distinctly different from the vets.



Thank goodness for telephoto lenses. I wanted to keep at least twenty feet of separation from this guy. I had to boil that lens when I got home.

Finally, the march reaches the promised land of the Pentagon's south parking lot.

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