Stop the war! Zzzzz…

Okay, protesters. I know you can’t actually protest near the President because of the whole “free speech zone” thing (I guess) and you’re stuck on Walnut and Broad, but could you be a little more interesting? Geeze. I haven’t been this bored since that Eagles game last Monday.

Obviously, I’m on your side. (Hence the bathed in light photo I took with my camera phone; sorry, no digital camera at this point.) But, man, most of the protesters I saw were old ladies. Okay, not really. But where were the crazy anarchists, the annoying hippies, the cute girls with wry smiles on their faces?

What an uneventful day: some guy hit me in the head with his giant sign. There was a trumpet player that was doing the worst version of “Blowin’ in the Wind” I’ve ever heard. (That could have just been a dude who’s there every day.) There was a guy handing out flyers that turned out not to be with the protest; he was just trying to piggyback with them and hand out flyers for some printing service. This is rather clever, actually. But that’s about it.

I’m willing to give you anti-war people a pass on this one. It was a pretty quickly organized one, and you managed to get the streets closed off, so I’m okay with it. But next time, could you do it maybe in front of a warm fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa? It’s freezing out!