Update on the hags

Damn. Now I really wish I'd watched the dozen-mom-march on Sunday. Granted, I had better things to do - like clipping my toenails, shooting hoops in the driveway, licking paint spots on the wall, etc. - but it sounds like it was even more entertaining than I could have imagined.

A story in today's Washington Post, which we all know is as objective as a big-city mainstream newspaper can get, admits that Sunday's march "lacked the star-power, and certainly the numbers of the first Million Mom March in 2000."

The march was attended by a wide variety of angry women, gunshot victims, and miscreants of all shapes and sizes. Most of these women came to march because they had lost family members to gun violence, which, of course, is President Bush's fault.

"From Detroit came the Pioneers of Peace, a group whose 25 members have suffered permanent injuries from gun violence. All but one are in wheelchairs."

Undoubtedly, President Bush had something to do with making these folks victims as well. These warm-hearted peace lovers demonstrated "symbols of their conviction -- a large white sheet with the painted handprints of children who pledged to stay away from guns; a mannequin of Bush, which people were invited to pummel; and a memorial tapestry from North Carolina."

Nothing demonstrates their peace-loving nature quite as noticeably as beating up the Bush mannequin - and nothing says "social justice" like a tapestry.

Never one to be left out when half-wits come together, the Rev. Jesse Jackson brought his good tidings of peace, love and understanding as well.

The day began with an interfaith service and then yielded to several hours of speakers, each taking the stage with the majesty of the Capitol as their backdrop. Jesse L. Jackson was on hand, as were a smattering of members of Congress and seemingly hundreds of people whose lives had been directly touched by gun violence.
At one point, as the crowd eased into the first verse of the spiritual "We Shall Overcome," Pamela Bailey stood silently. The Silver Spring resident said she couldn't sing, so frozen was she by memories of her lost son, Terron Coleman -- the sound of his voice, birthday cards, a greeting on Mother's Day.
"He had a right to his life," Bailey said.

I guess he's lucky she didn't exercise her "right to choose" when he was an inconvenience in her womb. They seldom have a "right to life" then.

Jackson, in oratory that was in equal measure political and religious, denounced the war in Iraq and drew the crowd to its feet, booming out a line that became an instant slogan: "We will remember, in November."

Now that's a breathtaking piece of unbiased journalism. Remember that this drivel ("equal measure political and religious...") comes from a blockhead who probably can't shout enough about the separation of church and state.

Standard fare from modern-day journalists - barely one step up the societal ladder from the common drug dealer. (Apologies to drug dealers everywhere...)

Read the whole thing. It's hilarious.