This afternoon, I went to a rally downtown, basically to end the Iraq war and kick Bush outta office. There were like 10,000 people there, seriously. And every kind of person, too. There were hippies, punks, rappers, veterans, beatboxers, and some nudists OMG (O_o). So yeah. We spent the first hour and a half just standing around, listening to speakers and stuff like that. Met some people I haven't seen in a while, including our old neighbor, who's 17 but doesn't look a day older than 13.
After a while, we finally got started marching. Man, it was packed! We moved at a top speed of about 3 miles an hour, at best. We marched a distance that would have taken 15 minutes to walk at most, but at this pace, it took well over an hour. I peace-duded several video cameras along the way. And it was loud. Cripes, we had to shout to say anything. People were always chanting, stuff like "whaddawewant? PEEEAAACCEE! Whendawewantit? NNNOOOWWW!!!!" After probably 600 rounds of that, I figured the question had really been answered. People were carrying a banner in front of us, and people were taking pictures and stuff, so it must have said something pretty influential, but we, being behind it all the way, had no idea what the frack it said.
When it was all over, I felt like I was gonna drop on the spot, because standing for an hour and a half and then marchin at 3 mph for an hour and a half just isn't the easiest thing to do. We got on the train and went back home. I was glad I went. MORAL OF THIS POST: STOP THE F'ING WAR! AND GET OUR DUMBASS PRESIDENT OUTTA OFFICE!
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