It retrospect, it probably wasn't the brightest idea to protest Bush's Illegal and Immoral War on one of the most jingoistic days of the year. But when I heard that the military was smuggling military supplies into one of our military bases, I couldn't just sit idly by and allow it to happen. Every pair of GI socks that passes through our ports only prolongs the bloodshed in Iraq.
So I called all of my friends together for a day of peaceful protests at our state capitol. Unfortunately, neither of them could afford the gas to drive us all the way out to the Port of Olympia (thanks to Bush), so we wound up at the Port of Seattle instead. After an hour or two of screeching at tourists coming off the ferries, word got down to us that despite our valiant effort the war still raged on. Bush hadn't budged an inch. Discouraged but not disheartened, we decided to take five and reformulate out strategy.
"This isn't working, people!" I shouted through my bullhorn in exasperation. "Come on! We're not stupid Neanderthal repugs, here! We're highly intelligent Progressives educated at some of the finest universities in the country. I want some brilliant, creative ideas for stopping this terrible war and I want them right now!"
Ted Merrier cautiously raised his hand.
"Dude," he duded. "Why don't we throw stuff at police officers?"
"Like what kind of stuff?" I asked.
"I dunno," he shrugged. "Kittens maybe?"
Ted is a recovering heroin addict with a Masters in Greco-Roman Jello Wrestling and Paleolithic Phlegm Prognostication from UC Berkeley, so I would've been a fool to simply reject his idea outright. It certainly had potential, but I wasn't too keen on using kittens. Why should more innocents suffer for Bush's lies? "Instead of throwing kittens," I suggested,"let's try to think of something more "inanimate" to toss at the pigs. Anyone?"
"How about a Barcalounger?" came a shout from the back of the crowd.
"Better," I replied. "But at your age, I doubt you could lift a Barcolounger, let alone huck one farther than your own toes. Nice try though, Congressman McDermott. But we need something a little more portable. Ted?"
"Dude," Ted whined, "you already called on me."
"There are only three of us here, Ted, and Congress McDermott has nodded off again."
Ted opened his mouth as if to say something, but it was only a belch.
"Come on people! We represent the brightest Progressive minds in Seattle. If Al Gore can change the planet's weather patterns with a slide show, surely we can come up with something to throw at the cops that will end Bush's Illegal and Immoral War once and for all. THINK, damn you! Put those fancy college degrees to work and THINK!"
"Rocks?" Ted squeaked.
"Excuse me?"
"How about we throw rocks at the cops?"
Of course! It was brilliant! Why didn't I think of it before? I must be getting a little Conservative in my old age. Sure, the fascists would probably arrest us for it, but the welfare of our troops is more important than adding another minor infraction to page 17 of my arrest record. Perhaps if we threw enough rocks at cops, Bush would have no choice but to end the war and bring our brave soldiers home before they can rape and murder any more Iraqi children.
The only problem was that we hadn't seen a single police officer all morning, save for a couple of bike pigs who zipped past us on their way to popping a drug dealer who lit up a cigarette a couple of blocks down. Damn it, there's never a cop around when you need to assault one!
"Yo Lar," a freshly awakened Congressman McDermott wheezed at me, his electric beanie causing my bullhorn to shriek with feedback. "There's some kinda crazy meter maid slapping a ticket on your Segway."
So I got out of jail today no worse for the wear, if not a little wiser, for I learned two very vaulable lessons: One, gas masks don't protect you against being kneed in the groin by an angry bull dyke, and Two, freedom of speech no longer exists in this country.