Wednesday, August 12, 2009

New Glory Protesters

Watching the manufactured rage of the Town Hall Shouters Club is like watching freshman hippie protesters who have no clue what they're shouting for or against. They've simply found an inner spotlight that shines on their tiny lives, making it seem grand and magnificent. Not exactly the picture I want in my head - but there's probably been more sweaty, impassioned sex in those protesters' houses than there's been in decades.

Right on, baby.


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