for this... Apparently Napoleon Cole saw a group of peacenik protestors leaving a rally in Seattle and decided to mess with their heads. The results are too funny!
Got this from the WSJ Opinion Journal by way of Common Sense and Wonder. It is an excerpt from Cole's piece entitled:
'Kill Kurds, Not Mumia'
Having fun at Seattle peaceniks' expense.
BY NAPOLEON COLE
Monday, December 9, 2002 12:01 a.m. EST
"Hey comrades! Did I miss the protest?"
"Yeah man, it was killer."
"Ah shucks. Hey! Do you know of any other pro-Saddam things going on today?"
The group responds that this is not about being pro-Saddam, it's an antiwar thing.
"Oh. Well. Do you know where any other anti-Iraqi freedom things are going on? Or just anti-Arab democracy. I want to join in the movement."
They let me know that I've missed the point of the protest; I continue riding aside them.
"Well it's all a means to an end, right? I mean"--I pass a nudge at them--"I mean, we're all white here, lets be honest. We can't let colored people democratize. So where can I get hooked in with the crowd? I want to end all hope for democracy in the Arab world! What e-mail list are you guys on?"
Two or three of them have by now figured that I am making fun of them. But the others are lost. They respond that "only part of the movement" is interested in what I'm talking about, and they're not into that stuff. They just don't want war.
"Huh. I guess I don't understand. Why are you guys against war then? Are you guys the pro-oil-cartel-price-fixing types? 'Stability' and all that? I figured the movement was heading towards more of a pro-dictator, anti-Jewish thing. That's what I came out for."
The leader of the pack tells me, in unprintable language, that I can buzz off now. He lets me know that I'm not funny--which the rest of the group echoes, especially the ones who were with me until the end.
We both spot another protester group on the other side of the street. I raise my fist closed, and shout from our side of the street, "No war! White power!"
I hear the two groups talking back and forth as I speed off. (Speed isn't really the word--25 miles an hour.)
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