Really, you couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day than yesterday, down in D.C. Number of protestors was wildly underestimated (SURPRISE!), and several of us got into verbal fisticuffs with a "wars give me a hard-on" wingnut who accosted Thers while he was walking along peacefully with the youngest of his brood on his back.
"You want us to LOOOOSE!" he kept yelling.
"So define 'victory' for me," I challenged him.
"I'll know it when I see it," he replied.
So there you have it. War is the same as obscenity.
And now some happy snaps:
Pooches for Peace.
You know you're in trouble when Bush makes Nixon look goooood.
We're all about the cooperative effort. This teenager is the best. My hat is off to his mom, TJ, who was also in attendance. (And SP, the little 'un, was entertaining the crowd by cooing into a microphone at the wingnuts across the street. It was teh funny.)
See? I was really there.
[I am contractually obligated to give a promotional shout out to Sinfonian, who served as photographer for this snap.]
To see some really great pictures of the march, go to Pax Americana.