Doug writes today about guns showing up at health care rallies and imagines, what if, instead of good ol’ boys, it was, say the Black Panthers … Oh my. Can you fucking imagine. A row of uniformed (black leather jackets and cool berets, as I recall) angry, young and solemn African-American men carrying fucking guns. Read the rest of this entry »

It was just like the old days. People chaining themselves to things. Draping themselves with rolls of film. Okay, I forget the significance of the film, but it was raining buckets, do you hear me, buckets, when these brave souls heard the call of duty. When you chain yourself to something, remember: no lunch, no bathroom breaks. That’s revolutionary commitment! Chairman Mao would be proud. Oh, wait, that whole Mao thing went belly up.

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