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Rally to Restore Sanity Didn’t Meet in the Middle

And, it should have. My God, with the expansiveness of the National Mall at its disposal, one would think the organizers of the Rally to Restore Sanity would’ve used it intelligently……by putting the freaking stage IN THE MIDDLE. Instead, it was up toward the Capitol in the same-as-every-other-event-ever-held-there spot.

Okay. Okay. Maybe they have rules about that sort of thing. Maybe all stages have to be set with the Capitol in the background.

Still, in the spirit of moderation, we ran our middle-aged bodies through a basic-training-worthy obstacle course to get to the middle of the crowd. We dodged a giant turtle man. And, a pseudo Lady Gaga decked out in “Telephone”-esque crime scene tape and little else. And, people who decided they were going to sit down. And, the Cookie Monster. And, one of the Teletubbies. Seriously. It was more costume party than rally. It was THAT important to us to be in the moderate part of the crowd.

Yet, the organizers failed us, setting up the show on the left and/or right of the Mall, depending upon one’s vantage point. Right-leaners were incensed that the stage was on the left-hand side. Lefties thought the right-loving placement extreme.

The happy people were all in the middle. Here are some shots from our day at the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear. Enjoy.

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Rallying for Sanity the French Way

Instead of grabbing our place at the very front of the Rally to Restore Sanity, what are MTM and I now doing? Rushing to DuPont Circle, the opposite direction for those unfamiliar with DC.

We’re going to Le Pain Quotidien to assemble a French picnic. Because sane people only picnic with French food.

Concerned that we will be three frigid hours with only peanuts for company, our stomachs got the better of us.

MTM and I are destined to be two geriatric fat people.

It’s a Cold Day in Jon Stewart Hell

In the inky darkness that is a typical Fall morning on the East Coast of the United States, I’m freezing my pattootie off. I can’t believe I am going to be standing outside in a blowing gale on the National Mall in Washington DC when I could be sleeping in on a Saturday.

I should say that it would be a cold day in Hell before I’d get up this early, but for a political rally? I always thought Hell would be consumed by ice cubes before I’d ever show up at such a preposterous thing.

On the upside, lots of people are already out and about. They appear upbeat and suitably sane. Good thing, since it’s a Rally to Restore Sanity, conducted by people who are likely certifiably insane.

But, at least they value truthiness.

Okay, I’m going to go find the purported porta-potties and the peanut snacks everyone is talking about. That’s my breakfast. Peanuts. IF they have any. More from the Rally to Restore Sanity as things unfold, sane or otherwise.

Hopefully, otherwise.

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