Friday, May 14, 2004

Missile-Dick Chicks

Talk loudly and carry a big dick.
Do unto others as you would bomb others trying to do unto you.
A bomb in time, saves 9.
A country bribed is an ally earned.

We are a posse of pissed-off housewives from Crawford, Texas, the home of our beloved President George Walker Bush. Usually we prefer to leave the talking to our husbands, but recent events have conspired to drag us away from our martinis and over-the-counter pharmaceuticals and into the streets.


Visit the Chicks here.

See them perform "Shop in the Name of War" and offer the first "Golden Richard" award to Bechtel here.



I like it.

But, I also agree with this sentiment:

Am I getting too old? Or has the age of the giant paper maché puppet come and gone? A bunch of black-clad anarchists or leotard-wearing, postmodern clowns is what they’re expecting. Wouldn’t the most guerrilla move be to show up wearing khakis, so when the Homeland Security shock troops start getting rough, the rest of the country will see people who look like themselves getting their heads cracked?
  Guerilla News article

I think our protestors are living in the past in terms of how to combat our military-industrial government's foreign policy, and the past didn't stop the present from happening. I don't know what the best way to do it is, but I don't think anything like protest signs is going to matter. They've learned how to handle those after 30-some years of experience. The only difference these days is they manage to hide them from His Idiocy's view. I don't think we can call that activist progress.