Everything I really needed to know about radicalism, I learned from Monty Python.
SATURDAY, MARCH 17 2007 – The sun rises over the Nation’s Capital, reflecting off a light dusting of snow coating the National Mall. A cold rain had soaked the city the previous day, turning to sleet and then snow in the evening, before finally tapering off. Now the snow is rapidly disappearing under the bright morning sun, but a strong, steady breeze off the river is keeping the wind chill in the low 30s.
The weather may be cold, but things will definitely heat up in Washington before the day is done. Thousands of people from across the nation – some opposed to our military operations in Iraq and Afghanistan, but many others supporting the troops – are converging on the National Mall. And hundreds of police officers from various jurisdictions will work overtime to keep them peacefully separated.
A few blocks to the north, I emerge from the underground Foggy Bottom Metro station, blinking against the bright sunlight. I’m dressed like a scruffy veteran, sporting a day-old beard, wrinkled clothing, a desert camouflage boonie hat, and a pair of cheap sunglasses.
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Labels: Gathering of Eagles, Moonbats
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