I just can’t wait.
In six days the “Mother Sheehan Magical Mystery Tour” will depart from Crawford, Texas and slowly wend its way toward Washington, D.C. where it’s scheduled to arrive on September 24. That’s the day set aside for every loon, goon, moonbat, March hare, and various vagrants to appear on the Washington Mall for a rally against any and all things Bush, Republican, and to a large extent, American.
Oh what a time it will be.
I’m mighty tempted to join in myself just to soak up the atmosphere and relive the glories of my youth where it was the fashion to attend anti-war demonstrations so that you could show your solidarity with the brave Vietnamese resistance to American imperialism. It was also a fact that hippie girls were easy as was access to some great weed. Put the two together and you could have one hell of a party without really trying.
For Mother Sheehan, the bus trip will be reminiscent of of one of the strangest Beatle’s albums (and movies) the fab four ever made. Magical Mystery Tour told the story of a bus trip taken by the Beatles through the English countryside where they meet the strangest bunch of kooks and characters including someone Sheehan should be very familiar with; The Fool on the Hill:
Well on his way his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill . .
The Lennon-McCartney lyrics call to mind the times perfectly; a colorful, carefree kind of harmless nonsense with the war’s darkness always lurking in the background. These lyrics to I am the Walrus epitomize that concept:
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don’t you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob…
Also reminiscent of the 1960’s was the little piece of guerrilla theater put on yesterday by Sheehan and her supporters:
The antiwar protesters responded Thursday with an emotional ceremony, carried live on national television, in which Sheehan was presented with the boots worn by her son before he was killed. She tearfully laid them before a small cross bearing her son’s name, surrounded by dozens of supporters. There were sobs from other women whose sons were killed in Iraq.
I have no doubt Sheehan’s tears as well as the tears of others there were genuine. However, when you hire a public relations firm and have a dozen or more political “handlers” advising on the protest, the fact that this little slice of “reality” was broadcast live makes the entire “event” fair game for critics like me who would have thought the gesture much more heartfelt if carried out in private – like the President’s visit with Mrs. Sheehan following the death of her son.
The event was put on for the cameras. And for the left to continue to use this woman’s grief as a rallying cry for cutting and running in Iraq is worse than ghoulish. It’s a sad reminder of the utter contempt the left holds for the American people and America itself.
Meanwhile, the semi-official blog of Mother Sheehan’s catered Jamboree Camp Casey Now continues to sound a couple of discordant notes in this anti-American symphony.
First, they complained that there weren’t enough people camping out with her (150 as of Wednesday), something I pointed out here:
If Cindy Sheehan is the â€œRosa Parksâ€ of the peace movement, if sheâ€™s the second coming of Martin Luther King or the â€œtipping pointâ€ that will energize the anti war movement and turn it into a raging prairie fire that will sweep evil George and his neocons from office, how come there are less than 100 people camping out at salon de Cindee in Crawford?
For Godâ€™s sake, Waco, a city of more than 100,000, is just a hop skip and a jump from Crawford. Are you trying to tell me with a city of that size and that close that you canâ€™t even get the local loonies to come out and show their support for Sheehan?
Not only was there a complaint of not enough moonbats, the ones who were there were taken to task for being lazy!
Why are activists spending time cooking and cleaning etcâ€¦ they should be spend most of their time building (tent city, signs, more crosses), educating the media, doing something pro-active to get more numbers there. They should be doing everything imaginable to get the truth covered by the mainstream media, like making banners or flyers with things like, â€œThe Downing Street Memo is equivalent to the Watergate Tapesâ€ and placing them everywhere, so any mainstream newscast from Camp Casey will have something in the background. Beware of ineffective signsâ€¦ misinformation agents will gladly volunteer for the task then make it illegible, or put bad slogans, etcâ€¦
Now the problem appears to be that they’re having such a good time in Crawford, there’s some question as to why they want to leave so early:
Why? Labor Day is a huge travel holidayâ€¦ why not advertise Crawford, Texas as the site of the Great American Campout this Labor Day Weekend. I donâ€™t know for sure, but in all likelihood our vacationing President will stay thru the weekend- why the rush to disband Camp Casey? Why the rush to announce the campâ€™s demise- if not to kill the momentum.
Is Ann Wrightâ€™s plan the best plan for the peace movement? Do the caravans really need those extra 5 days?
The moonbat wants to advertise a “Labor Day at Camp Casey” that would draw thousands, thousands I tell you!
This will be paid for by the $125,000 or more in donations already received. $10,000 in lumber and in canvas, and 100 volunteers with cordless drills could whip up a slew of quick tent frames that could fit a family or two.
If we advertise this widely- we could get many, many thousands of people to come to Crawford to make a real statement. Which would be more powerful in affecting change, caravans leaving the 31st, or the Great American Campout in Crawford? Am I being divisive just because, or is there actual logic behind this proposal.
Logic? At Camp Casey? When you find some kid, let me know.
With both Al Sharpton and the Neo-Nazis on their way to Crawford, Goldstein has the line of the day:
I see. A bit of logistical advice to Camp Crawford organizers, if I may? Hide any strong rope and/or Jews.