Since we were forced to take the unconstitutional "Christ-Mass" day off and barred entrance to our places of employment, some of my ol' human shield buddies and I protested by getting naked, assuming the lotus position, and jabbing forks into our thighs in front of the Washington State Capitol Building. When the snow began to fall around 3 pm, we were in the midst of a deep discussion as to how Bush caused the Mad Cow scare by not immediately banning all nationwide beef production when the disease swept through Great Britain. Suddenly, the conversation turned to the Iran earthquake, and how Bush tied into it.
"Indeed, all the intense bombing in Afghanistan and Iraq can quite possibly have an adverse effect on the teutonic plates," submitted my friend Travis, who studied Erotic Seismology at UC Berkeley. "But was that Bush's plan all along?"
"Indeed," I replied. "Bush has caused some horrible natural disaster thanks to his refusal to ratify Kyoto. But let's not forget the huge disaster relief package he just sent to Iran. This suggests that the earthquakes, if he did create them, were unintentional."
"Indeed," interjected Walter, Travis's life partner. "But perhaps Bush's plan is to fatten the Iranians up so they'll be easier to vanquish. The European invaders, many of which were Teutons, did the same thing to Native Americans."
"Indeed," I agreed, stabbing my thigh for effect. "Which explains Bush's sabotage of the martian probe."
About this time, three uniformed fascists infringed on our fourth amendment right to peacefully assemble, and demanded we cease and desist our patriotic display of dissent.
"Ya'll are gonna hafta putcher clothes on and git, or we're gonna run ya'll in," demanded the redneck in charge.
We'll, I was more than ready to tell that flatfoot a thing or two, but Travis's grandmother is 1/4" African American, and we didn't want him to get beat up or shot on account of his race. So we cut our protest short and headed for Starbuck's, where we drank quadruple eggnog lattes and toasted the opressed Martian peoples until they closed the place down.
UPDATE: Travis just emailed me with a correction. According to him, his grandmother is not a 1/4" African American, but 1/4 blood African American. I'll take his word for it, but he sure doesn't look black.