I am SO glad I get off work at 8 a.m. I miss all the mind-numbing hijinks that take place across the street on the National Mall. It seems that protesters like to sleep in.
Warning! Do not click on the following link unless you want to see nudity of the worst kind! Yesterday I missed this. It seems the group, Breasts not Bombs, was doing their thing on the Mall. Their philosophy is "going topless is just another way to oppose the Iraq carnage." Well, in this instance, given the choice, I think I'll opt for bombs.
I know what has to be done. All the old hippies have to die. Old age, drug overdose, death by misadventure, I don't care how. They just have to wither up and blow away before this country can be sane again.
Oh, I know how to end the war! Let's burn the American flag! No, no, let's get naked on the National Mall, THAT will end the war! I have an idea, lets weave the world's biggest potholder and take it on a national tour! THAT will get our troops home! Wait! The way to end the war is to drink 5,000 bottles of Dos Equis, seal anti-war messages in the empty bottles and throw them into the Potomac!
These people are just plain nuts. Too much pot in the 60s, too much coke in the 70s, too much booze in the 80s and too much Clinton in the 90s. They are totally dysfunctional, but fairly harmless -- unless you happen to be driving past the National Mall on a weekend.
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Oh, that is too funny! I wonder why I never looked at it like that before. I do have one objection: I am an old hippie. One other option for old hippies besides death is conversion to sanity.
I wonder what a Jihadist would do if they saw those topless women outside their headquarters?
Wow...DC seems like a cool place. Here in the land of West Hollywood where politics just aren't necessary, the only thing I would see on may way out to breakfast were the HE-SHEs [transexual hookers] at the busstop after a long hard night...
Yes, I'm familiar with West Hollywood. Wait. One of our favorite Asian restaurants was located there. The ONE thing I miss about Southern California is the eating experience.
Which one? Is the restaurant still around? I'll try it.
No, Mark. If you converted to sanity, you aren't an old hippie, you're a reformed or former hippie. And I wouldn't go around telling people about it unless you're trying to get a discount at a coffee shop.
I wouldn't have the slightest idea what that restaurant was. That was 15 years ago. How time flies when you're older.
Especially if your 150, Kimosabe.
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