Yippee-fucking-skippee
Today is the day that the Anti-Capitalist Convergence and its band of merry morons will attempt to shut down the District in protest of the annual World Bank and International Monetary Fund gathering.
I’m going to Pgh today, but am waiting till the a.m. rush has ceased, because I understand that these freaks are going to attempt to jam the Beltway along with Metro stations and key corporations in town. I read in the Post that they’re also planning to swarm the city on bicycles, just to slow things down and to back traffic up for miles.
I say, run the little fuckers over. Stomp on ’em. Shoot ’em. Mace ’em. Taxidermy ’em and turn ’em into mannequins in Nordstrom’s windows. Make them accept capitalism, because, let’s face it, I’ll bet 90 percent of them will be sporting Ralph Lauren, Tommy, DKNY and Aeropostale’s fall lines (as it’s a bit chilly on Capitol Hill today).
Look, I’m cool with demonstrating/protesting. Hell, I attended a few of my own rallies, in my day — although many of them were IN FAVOR of something, like the Democratic party, mental health, etc. But at any rate, I never had a desire to mess with individual people, nor a city-at-large. The problem is, though, all these assholes are going to manage to do is piss off the working poor, who need their jobs in order to pay their bills. The boys in the Int’l Monetary Fund are happily dining on steak and eggs and sipping mimosas in the comfort of their hotels as these college kids with nothing better to do are swarming around the city like a herd of gnats, attempting to shut down the capital district. Meanwhile, I have to sit here for a few more hours so that I don’t have to sit in my car for an extra hour or two with a howling cat (four-and-a-half hours is long enough … six or seven hours with Maddie breaking the sound barrier, and I’d lynch all 20,000 protesters single-handedly!