That crazy old cow Cindy Sheehan, her Code Pinko comrades and other assorted far left fruits and nuts are in Denver this week, trying to disrupt the Democratic National Convention. They thought it was going to be 1968 Chicago all over again, riots in the streets and all you know. "Recreate '68" was their motto. No thanks, one time for that lousy year was more than enough for me! Things didn't quite work out as planned for the moonbats though. The great majority of young people in America appear to be more interested in working for real political and social change by supporting Obama and the Democratic party within the system than throwing rocks and bottles at cops, vandalizing public and private property and associating with a bunch of burned out hippies and tattooed and pierced malcontent punks. This article by Russell Morse pretty much says it all:
CINDY SHEEHAN & FELLOW PROTESTERS IRRELEVANT AT DEMOCRATIC CONVENTION
Russell Morse, New America Media
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Half-way through "On the Road," Jack Kerouac finds himself alone and depressed in Denver. He works in a fruit market, lugging watermelon crates, and goes to softball games, alone, at night. It's a dark time for him, and in the middle of his narrative, before he describes leaving for San Francisco in a car with two pimps, he stops to craft two lines of verse:
Down in Denver, down in Denver
All I did was die
Fifty years later, in the dry and sagging days of August, something else is dying in Denver. A disappointing turnout of aging protesters make its way through downtown's streets, weaving past the common landmarks of modern America's downtowns: Barnes & Noble, Virgin Megastore, Niketown, Chili's. They beat a drum or start a chant, but those are clearly limp acts of desperation.
They're here to send a many-tiered message to the thousands of Democrats gathered for their $200 million pep rally: End the war, stop torture, upset the setup, demolish corporate greed. As political conventions have evolved, though, no delegate will ever see a protester. No protester will get within a mile of the arena where the delegates are gathered. And the act of protesting itself seems to be an embarrassing relic from a different time, the protesters putting on some kind of re-enactment, playing dress-up, about as relevant as Civil War buffs or Trekkies.
The major organizing body for protesters in Denver is calling itself Recreate'68. I have a hard time getting my head around this name. I can't imagine why anyone would want to recreate such a traumatic, violent, devastating and ultimately fruitless year in American history. Martin Luther King Jr. was killed, Bobby Kennedy was killed, the Democratic Party imploded, and its convention was marked by chaos and violence. The next time America looked up, Richard Nixon was president of the United States, and it would be a long time before anybody came home from Vietnam.
Members of the group that I've spoken with (both young and old) are careful to distance themselves from what most of us know of 1968, citing instead the "front line battle for social change." That's what they mean by Recreate'68. This is an admirable goal, except that there is such a pitifully low turnout of protesters that they would have a hard enough time just to re-create an episode of Ricki Lake from 1998.
In fact, the only ones who look prepared and excited to re-create the mayhem and violence of 1968 in Denver are the police. Every street is lined with officers on bikes, hanging off of sport utility vehicles, clad in riot helmets and padded gear head to toe. They are an army (no exaggeration) with helicopters, guns, batons, jeeps, tear gas and horses keeping Niketown and the Sheraton and the Pepsi Arena safe from a handful of malnourished and dread-locked sign toters. The police seem like they, too, are playing a bit of dress-up - but there is an excitement and intensity in their eyes that reads, "Please give me a reason." It is more than a little bit unnerving to be a pedestrian in Denver this week.
Many of the protesters are young, just as many are not. The leaders and most prominent voices are well past their idealistic prime. At the front of the march on Sunday, for instance, was Ron Kovic, the 62-year-old paralyzed Vietnam veteran whose memoirs were the basis for the Oliver Stone film "Born on the Fourth of July." The protests keynote speaker Monday night was CINDY SHEEHAN, the 51-year-old mother of a soldier who died fighting in Iraq. This is not a march of the young and idealistic, flying in the face of authority. THIS IS AN EXERCISE IN CONFUSED AND JADED FUTILITY.
No, the young people gathered in Denver right now are very much in line with the Democratic Party. They are clad in Obama T-shirts, driving Volvos covered in Obama bumper stickers, and waving signs in the convention hall. A young man named Biko Baker, the director of the League of Young Voters, made a point of saying that the young people he works with are excited about the election "... not because of the candidate, but because we want real change in our communities." This may be his experience, but the scene in the Pepsi center suggests otherwise. The Democratic Party is overflowing with youth, and save for the occasional blond teenage girl with a Hillary button, they are all unapologetically in love with the idea of Barack Obama for president. This is a reflection of partisan loyalty and a continuation of young people's enthusiasm for "the new hope."
A few months back, working on a story about the state of the anti-war movement, I spoke with a number of organizers who expressed frustration at dwindling numbers in their ranks. They told me they were losing people to the Obama campaign. The young and politically minded jumped ship for Obama's movement, which felt like it was going somewhere.
AND NOW I CAN SEE IT. CINDY SHEEHAN IS FAR OUTSIDE THE CONVENTION CENTER, AND THE KIDS HAVE CREDENTIALS.
(End of Article) Russell Morse is a New York writer for New America Media.
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To show you how desperate for media attention Cindy Sheehan is, she accused someone (the Republicans? Dubya himself? the Democrats? Nancy Pelosi?) of bugging her hotel room phone when she returned to her room and found a telephone repairman working on his phone. He denied doing anything but repairing the phone and the front desk confirmed that they were having phone problems but of course that wasn't good enough for the delusional and paranoid Sheehan. Cindy said he looked like the telephone dude was caught with his hand in the cookie jar but who wouldn't be a little startled to be confronted by a crazy old bitch shouting at him in the godawful shrill voice? Anything for a little media attention for Cindy though! Let's try to turn this into another Watergate! Maybe some of those left wing wackos who have abandoned you for being nuts will get their tongues back up your asshole! Now seriously who the fuck would care who Cindy Sheehan was talking to and what she was talking about on or off of her room phone? Another thought...doesn't Cindy have a cell phone? Show me some evidence this was anything but a telephone check or repair job! If you can't do that I don't want to hear any of this conspiracy nonsense. It appears to me that the only "bug" was the one up Cindy's big fat ass!
09/30/08 UPDATE (from a very relibable Denver news source):
"Hotel General Manager Jeremy Dreiling, who said on Tuesday he hadn't been contacted by Sheehan, offered a pretty credible explanation about a hotel-wide change in the phone system, described in such numbing detail and involving so many hotel staff members that an FBI conspiracy on the scale of a moon launch would have been necessary to put it in motion. Sheehan's people said she would correct her blog entry if reassured, but she hasn't so far." Nah Cindy hasn't got the integrity to admit that she was wrong about anything! Meanwhile the few leftist lunatic supporters she has left have taken her paranoid fantasies of phone buggers as gospel and are spreading them all over the web. These are the same people who accuse the mainstream media of biased reporting! The mind boggles!
