Saturday in DC

“Whose streets? Our streets!”

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Pictures via Moonbattery Jack Langer writes in Human Events about his day at Saturday's anti war protest.  Langer puts the crowd of  mostly dull brained college kids and commie sheepherders at 15,000.  Other estimates fall in the 700-8000 range, and 30,000 "American Eagles.".  Either way, the demonstration's organizer [ANSWER.] pulled out all the stops for this one, and a crowd of 100,000 would have been disappointing.  It's a fun thing to read. Here are some magic moments. As they arrived, the protestors were entertained by a DJ who, we were informed over the loudspeakers, was from Puerto Rico – “the first country invaded by the U.S.” The poor turnout at this year’s rallies can largely be attributed to a schism between A.N.S.W.E.R. and the other main anti-war coalition, United for Peace and Justice. The two groups used to sponsor these rallies together, but have recently ceased cooperating. Their dispute stems from (among others) a disagreement over the Israel-Palestine issue. Apparently, A.N.S.W.E.R.’s position is that the Jews should be driven into the sea, while UPJ, being slightly more moderate, seeks to convince the Jews through peaceful dialogue to throw themselves in. Even before she denounced President Bush as “the greatest terrorist in the world,” the mention of Sheehan’s name elicited from the vets a rigorous round of booing the likes of which is rarely heard outside the confines of a Philadelphia Eagles home game. The counter-demonstrators lined the first few hundred yards of the parade route, sometimes on both sides. Waving American flags, the vets gave the marchers a generally good heckling; “Go impress your professors!” was my favorite epithet. I spotted a group of four anarchists carrying an upside down American flag and wondered how far they’d get with it. It turned out to be about 50 yards. Then, a vet managed to infiltrate the parade and snatched the flag from them, causing all four members of the revolutionary vanguard to run scurrying away. “Whose streets? Our streets!”, they chanted. Not on Saturday they weren’t. Inspector Jack