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Metaphorical tea-bagging befalls moonbats who become overconfident and register activist ".org" sites without a ".com" version. Which is exactly what happened to Cindy "campout" Sheehan and David "Gloria" Swanson when they started peaceoftheaction.org as part of a new scheme to lure the unwashed progs into a tent camp in front of the White House, to shake fists and demand a surrender of America's "imperial forces" to all enemies, foreign and domestic.

A People's Cube member who discovered their omission immediately bought peaceoftheaction.com for us to play with. Why is it important? He who never automatically typed ".com" while looking for a ".org" site, hasn't really experienced all the wonders of the Internet. Typing ".com" is a shared human trait and it has been taken advantage of by many before us.

Long story short, our new peaceoftheaction.com looks much like peaceoftheaction.org, only it calls things by their real names. That includes describing the fist-shaking organizers as "fisters" - which, according to our recent discovery, is what they really are. That, of course, involved some recycling of our old material.
Special thanks to our heroic Space Dog Laika for promptly preparing and transmitting the new, decoded version of the site to our tinfoil hat.

This feature falls under a new category "Tea-bagged by the People's Cube." We even made a special stamp for it, which we are hoping to attach to more similar projects in the future.

And now, without further delay, Fist of the Action!

The original site:


Our version:


MORE HERE >>

UPDATE (8/1/2011):Both of the above domains, .org and .com have been discontinued. But you can still see our parody on this page: https://thepeoplescube.com/PeaceSpoof/

Excellent work Comrades! Long live The Party!

We cure soft liberalism with strong communism!

Now THIS is funny. Kind of like the guy who wanted to use eminent domain to seize the property of one of the supreme court justice (Souter) who voted for it. He wanted to make a museum of "Lost American Liberties" on the site. Check it out https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_Liberty_Hotel

I second the praise for Laika's excellent work.

PEACEFORACTION.ORG is the web address at the bottom of the fister's page. Was this intentional, or result of soviet era keyboard?

operational status: success
security status: de-classified, public operational

notes: excellent covert operation. undermining the fanatical wing of the party™ to build a core of true values and attract new forward thinking subjects. we do not want to stop the gears of the machine, but to obtain control over the machine to further the manifesto. ridiculing the extremists provides confidence for the mainstream subjects in the ability of the hidden agents with congressional ties.

reporting agent: blackmarket citizen - the peoples black op

Red Square, when can I buy a Tea Bagged T shirt from the dry goods site?

Ted State - I can make the shirt, but wouldn't wearing it be like saying you've been tea-bagged? I'll be happy if you prove me wrong, then I'll surely post it for sale.

In the meantime, another deleted scene that didn't make it in the final cut. Compare the two:

BEFORE AFTER

The time for DoubleSpeak is over! We have the upper fist.

Cindy must be bummed: the Fist version is a much more aesthetically appealing site.

Exquisite, Magnificent & Sublime!!!

I just added a Cindy page to the site, which is mostly a copy-paste of our old Cindy love story from 2005 when she was still a star.

Glorious work for the common good, Comrade Square!

Now you've got me weeping tears of pride. When I first got wind of this project I had my doubts. But to see it come together in such a glorious fashion and so quickly...excuse me, I need another tissue (blowing nose).

Ahem, good work guys, you are a credit to the cause.

What's with the tissue, Whoopie? Do you know how many trees suffered and died, further endangering an already imperiled planet, all to create that flimsy repository for your precious mucus?

You are nothing but a tool of the tree-murdering fat cat paper companies, who unfairly enrich themselves by exploiting the natural bodily functions of the masses.

In other words, Whoopie, some greedy corporate fat cat is getting wealthy because of your runny nose! And your slobbering mouth. And your dribbling, dripping . . . well, I think you get the picture. Do you really believe that's fair?

It's YOUR mucus! And YOUR slobber! And YOUR--well, you get the idea. And THEY are making billions off of it, and getting lots of tax breaks in the process. Exactly what are YOU getting? I mean, aside from my everlasting scorn?

Send a message to those corporate thugs, and either let your nose run, or use the back of your hand.

And YOUR--well, you get the idea.

A-hem. Yes, we get the idea. I do believe Whoopie may be hoarding rolls of quarters too.

A most excellent coup. Bravo!

Commissarka Pinkie wrote: Send a message to those corporate thugs, and either let your nose run, or use the back of your hand.

My crimes against Gaia compel me to penance. For the next week I vow to subsist on nothing but a loaf of bread, one red beet and all the mucus I can eat. (sniffle)

Mmmmmm, salty

Great Stalin's Ghost! this is as brilliant as Lenin himself!

Bravo!

A brilliant and most equal web page!

A glorious achievement! Once socialism was all about putting hands in someone's pocket; now, it has evolved into fisting! That's why they're called PROGRESSIVE!

The AbecedariusRex "FIST OF APPROBATION" to this most equal site.

Only problem, of course, is that as dinosaur I have tiny little forelegs and can't really make a fist so I am sort of out of it.


I'll let this chica do it for me.

This is the necessary type of attack that is so desperately needed at this time.

With the One in charge we can now begin the full frontal assault on the menace known as middle AmeriKKKa.

We need to remove the soft-socialist propaganda and begin the visual raping of the capitalist drones. It will show them the folly of their ways and the glorious and inevitable emergence of USSA.

I believe I am about to be overwhelmed with tears. Tear of joy. :')

This is a most glorious site. It deserves at least three jiggers of vodka. And it goes to show that the teabag is mightier than the sword (in bringing about peace, of course). Cindy, we peacefully teabag you. Please send us all of your followers so that we may teabag them as well.

El Presidente puts down glorious bottle of Patron so he may enthusiastically raise both fists for said cause.

"The Only Way to Peace is Through the Glorious People's Organ!"
.......CLASSIC!!

Nothing makes El Presidente's RED blood flow with more eagerness and enthusiasm then knowing that thousands.....er...20 or 30.....of our fellow comrads are partaking in meaningless acts of socialist fistings while yelling incoherent bumper sticker slogans. These examples of glorious civil discourse have had great success in the past. In the 1970's for example, our dear communist leader Pol Pot was able to freely massacre millions after the imperialist withdrawl from Southeast Asia due to these acts of the peoples.

Please tell El Presidente that the "Fisting" logo on the glorious .com website will soon be available for consumption in the dry goods dept. If I am going to do some serious fisting it shall be done in style......just make sure its available in short-sleave, please.

Citizens

Political deviance at its worst! Please use protection when you fist!


Publius

Yes, but what does this doo for us in the Black Panthers? I thought we had taken over use of the fist? You white folks have the shovel, just leave us the fist - or we'll have to shove our fist up... well, LEAVE THE FIST ALONE!!!

Brother Goody wrote:Yes, but what does this doo for us in the Black Panthers?

It is in tribute of the BPs, the Kings of Fisting, that makes this such a magnificent act of social discourse. We proudly look upon the time fisting was celebrated and cheered, like the 1968 Olympics. Your glorious acts have inspired millions of fisters worldwide to extend their arms as a tool of bringing about social justice.....or at least random annoyance. Fisting is a way for the uninformed who lack substantive knowledge on important issues to feel empowered and smart. The beauty of fisting is that when, and if, someone questions the fister he/she can simply raise their hands higher and scream nonsensical slogans a bit louder as a way to subvert any intelligent dialogue.

Publius Valerius wrote:Citizens

Political deviance at its worst! Please use protection when you fist!

Sorry, Publius. That I cannot do. I consider myself to be a free-fister. Anyone who has perfected the art of fisting knows that using "protection" just simply does not feel the same.

Citizens

Seeing Cindy Sheehan's picture makes me want to fist repeatedly! I only hope my mom doesn't walk in on me during "political articulation"! That would be humiliating! Can repeated fisting cause electoral blindness?

Publius

Publius Valerius wrote:Can repeated fisting cause electoral blindness

No. But there is undeniable visible evidence from the leftists who participate in this activity on a regular basis that side effects do occur. If you are male hair may grow on your knuckles. If you are female hair will likely appear under armpits.

Comrades,

Some of our comrades Down Under once formed a band called Lubricated Goat that produced an album called <i>Psychedicatessen</i> that contained a charming ditty called "<a href="https://www.discogs.com/Lubricated-Goat ... 8263">Give Chance a Piece</a>." I wonder if Cindy is a fan, although I must admit I'll pass on her piece.

Red Square wrote:Ted State - I can make the shirt, but wouldn't wearing it be like saying you've been tea-bagged? I'll be happy if you prove me wrong, then I'll surely post it for sale.

O yea, didn't think about it that way. I was too busy laughing at the graphic. GREAT Site keep up the good work!

Comrades it seems Cindy may be on to the ruse as peaceoftheaction.org is currently in some sort of maintenance mode and won't be back online for 100 minutes. Possibly she liked the .com site so much she is thinking of joining with us in the glorious fight. Maybe we could tell those effeminate men at Code Pink to change the name to Code Red!

Comrade W. Smith wrote:Comrades it seems Cindy may be on to the ruse as peaceoftheaction.org is currently in some sort of maintenance mode and won't be back online for 100 minutes.

Her website has been "under maintenance" for over a day now, Comrade Smith. iI guess Cindy is learning that when you are Tea-Bagged by The People's Cube it last longer than 100 minutes. I am not sure why she would pull offline, I am sure that the majority if hits it received over the last few days by followers of TPC are probably the most hits it has received since being created.

I have received an intercepted signal for the unwashed masses:

Welcome to the wonderful comment section of Peace of the Action.org

As you can see, the free flowing exchange of ideas are always appreciated with open arms and hopefully fists. Please comment if you can. You know how much we progs love open dialog.
We've had to re-design the whole website because....well....because there were ugly tea bag stains all over it. Apparently some knuckle dragging RethugliKKKans acted like Halliburton and stole the dot com we were entitled to. Just like the election in 2000 when the Bushitler pilfered the presidency from the greatest climatologist of all time, Nobel Prize and Oscar winner Al Gore.
Let's HOPE that the Reichwingers don't CHANGE theirs again to mirror our site.
It's cutting into our brie and boujolais budget.

Prog On!

LAIKA SAYS GET A PEACE OF THE ACTION

You heard him comrades!

It's cyclical comrades, what ever it is, it's cyclical. And what we need to do is STOP THE CYCLES!

We need to apply this to the economy and to war and to life in general. We need more proles like the useful idiot glorious peoples leader Cindy and her Peace of The Action fisting to throw their bodies onto the machine. Mario Savio is perhaps the most elegant fish mouthed peoples speaker The Party has ever known!!! Thank you Mario, the cycle of The Revolution continues thanks to your glorious Peoples Intellect. We can do this comrades by brainwashing teaching the children and the youth, and getting them to WAKE UP with glorious visions of the death and destruction caused by various regimes the Rethuglikan Amerkkan Imperialist war machine. We can also steal borrow procure from the childrens future ummmm... find funds to support our STOP THE CYCLICAL MACHINE agenda through various taxpayers techniques.

We are siCk, sIck, SiCk!!!! OF THE KAPITALIST MACHINE!!!!! (*spit*)

GET A PEACE OF THE ACTION NOW!


(Now could some prole go to Starbucks and get me a latte?)

So do we have to redesign their .com site again? Perhaps later, when they get settled and moving the whole thing again will not be feasible.

I guess so Red.

What's amazing is the lofty goals they set for themselves.

5,000 protestors!

Poor Cindy doesn't realize that The Party™ no longer needs her and her useful idiotness is all dried up and out to pasture.
It's Next Tuesday Cindy and she's stuck on last Monday.

I guarentee NO NEWS COVERAGE.
I do hope those evil Faux News bastards cover it though. Just imagine if the Sarah Hobgoblin interviewed Cindy.....

But it could also be that this had been arranged behind the curtains by Axelrod and Rahm as a "Potemkin village" show to justify Obama's unilateral disarmament and withdrawal. "The people spoke and we listened" sort of thing. It may not turn out to be true but it's highly plausible.

Cindy sez:

We are looking for many coordinators, helpers and hell raisers and are hoping to house, (or tent) and feed everyone until Peace happens.

That's it, I wanna be a hell raiser! I've always been uncoordinated and not much help to anyone or with anything, but by Lenin I can raise hell!

What do hell raisers do, anyway? Is that anything like a community organizer?

What do hell raisers do, anyway?

OK Pinkie.
Raising Hell 101

A Video Primer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1rGgWFs ... r_embedded



{Off Karacter}

As Jed Clampett would say "Pitiful, just pitiful".....The parade of the black hooded orange jumpsuits (I guess it's mandatory...are those jumpsuits union made in the USA? Maybe I should buy stock?)....the looney moonbat bitching about Haiti....yes people, it's an "opportunity" for corporate greed and militarism to send in the 82nd Airborne...I'm guessing she missed the part about the machete wielding gangs raping and pillaging...oh and murdering. I guess we should have sent the Peace Corps to restore safety and order, but I digress...and then there is Cindy, pukingly plump, fat assed Cindy. Cindy darlin', do the fucking world a favor and go on a hunger strike. OK? Better yet, how about self immolation, you know, like the buddhist monks in Vietnam? ....and I want to know! Did she steal that hat off of Gilligan?

If you ask me, most of those people in the orange jumpsuits would do better to kill two birds with one stone by going on a hunger strike.

Most of the hoodless ones had this sad dejected look about them that said, "I left my nice warm bed--and on a Saturday morning when the welfare office isn't even open--for THIS?"

Instead of waterboarding, Bush and Cheney should've made the Gitmo prisoners listen to Cindy's high-pitched whiny voice.

But I learned something. Gee, I didn't know the CIA had been doing this "ever since it was an organization."

{Still off}

On our local news this morning: A dose of Reality

We removed Ali and Jamie and their children from the location where they were and put them at (a different location) which is structurally sound and also it's probably in a little bit slightly safer area, and it's the way the wall is built there, it would be harder to breach that compound. But I won't be able to breathe until we have armed men standing in front of both houses.

We're not sending anywhere near enough troops to just guard 150 orphans, not even close. We're even looking into private security options. I believe the air force and UN people are incredible. I believe if they were allowed to do it, the individual soldiers would love to come guard my children, but they can't. They can't spare two to four men for 150 people down there, it's so desperate.

{back on}
<br>Dissention in the ranks!
Back in line soldiers of Peace! Reform the ranks! We CAN'T have silly talk saying armed people with (Gasp!) GUNS can make Haiti secure! That's why guns were outlawed in Haiti in the first place!

Pinkie wrote:What do hell raisers do, anyway? Is that anything like a community organizer?

Community organizers start before hell raising. They pave the road.

Another example of hell raising:

Robby Diesu (DC Coordinator) and Cindy Sheehan hung the banner while
Joshua Smith (Media coordinator/co-organizer) and Mike Hearington (VFP liaison)
took pics and video and singer/songwriter, David Rovics kept watch.

We hung the banner and hung around and watched people watch it for about 5 minutes before it got taken down--then we left.

That'll show 'em!

Oh, and something else that just occurred to me . . .

. . . in less than a year, people across this country sort of haphazardly cobbled themselves together into a "tea party" movement that has, in effect, blown a hole in the Democrats' supermajority and driven a stake through the humongous, multi-tentacled beast known as Obamacare.

In less than a year.

Yet in eight years, Cindy and the Mime and Jodin Morey and David Swanson et al, with all their well funded backers and organizations, couldn't get Bush impeached.

Couldn't even get a resolution passed at state level.

Never even came close.

Yet they're still hanging banners and dressing up in orange jumpsuits and black hoods in hopes that maybe THIS time, it'll work!

And don't even get me started on the implosion of Global Warming.

I'm shrieking too hard with laughter to type anything more.

Yet they're still hanging banners and dressing up in orange jumpsuits and black hoods in hopes that maybe THIS time, it'll work!

That, my dear, is Socialism in a nutshell.

My brother, who is pithier than I, said

Day 1... Massachusetts

Day 2... Xbamas denial

Day 3... And today Air America filing Chapter 7. 7! [I checked. This is complete liquidation.]

For three days now my turds have been sprouting daisies and tickling my ass.

I can't stop laughing.

Back to Theocritus.

Do listen to Mike Malloy on XM. He was moaning about the demise of Air America saying that there were only about seven or eight liberals on the air now. WTF? Everyone but Fox is a shrieking pink. "Rich liberals never do anything." Soros?

After a while he got a caller who said that he was out of work and couldn't afford the podcast fee, which I'm extrapolating is $50 a year. Malloy said that if times get better they'd give away more than one of them free a week. After the break, which was how to avoid lawsuits for not paying your credit cards, he said that someone in his office had offered to pay for this caller's podcast fee and he'd help out.

These people are <i>moaning about $50.00</i>.

There are women setting themselves in fire in Afghanistan--obviously it's to avoid the men. But this is America's fault. The Supremes ruled that corporations can donate money.

And every 30 seconds it was "fascist!"

It's lovely entertainment. Very nice. He's completely miserable and it's someone else's fault and I love listening to it.

I hope it hurts him as much as he wants to hurt America.

Shadenfrauder... or however you spell that glorious National Socialists Comrade German's of the founding principles of Communism and Glorious Critique's of Pure Reason... Do not mock Dear Leader Commissar! Or we shall have to refer you to the Politburo for assignment to re-education kamp. We must hold Dear leader in er, high umm... esteem... always!


Hail Obama!

RR! You have let the cat out of the bag! Not even here is anyone supposed to know that His Oliness is a sock puppet for Nanski! I hear that there are problems though with her claws and anal fissures.

Sheenhan looks most pleased with her t . . . although, it is hard to tell her happy face from her distressed face.

Citizen's

Some Clowns seem to be drawn to each other, as if by magic!


Publius

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:Another example of hell raising:

Robby Diesu (DC Coordinator) and Cindy Sheehan hung the banner while
Joshua Smith (Media coordinator/co-organizer) and Mike Hearington (VFP liaison)
took pics and video and singer/songwriter, David Rovics kept watch.

We hung the banner and hung around and watched people watch it for about 5 minutes before it got taken down--then we left.

That'll show 'em!

Shouldn't that sign read "Drones Educate Kids"? Anyway, I'm impressed by the amount of effort went into the overall AgitProp effort. More good stuff from Sheehan and Co. Fists ahoy!!

I just don't know what to do. It used to be that I, with some goons, could stand outside a place and look sullen and grumble nonsense words with lots of gutturals. That was sure to make anyone as much of a panty-waist as a university type crumble instantly. And corporations? All you had to do was put some artificial tan on the whitest boy you could find and mutter, "Racism!" and bring down Texaco.

But where are these brave warriors of before? Are we letting the SEIU goons do all of our work? I don't think I can be a good prog if I'm not feared.

And breaking out windows.

The Gulag Bubba Brigade will surely enjoy your blasphemous delicate parts for this! Cindy is a righteous warrior for the cause of state tyranny and a glorious Shluha vokzal'naja to boot.

Peace of the Action? I pray for a piece of HER action!

ATTENTION: ALL "YOU TUBE SENSATION" WANNABEES!

Cindy's holding a video contest!

GUIDELINES:
– Subject: Peace of the Action and/or attendance to our event Camp OUT NOW in Washington, DC.
– We would like to see a general sense ...of promoting the search for solutions outside of the establishment and the status-quo.
– Time Length: three to five minutes.
– Must promote non-violent Civil Resistance (no promotion of violence allowed in any way).
– Closing: must include request for donations at end and give POTA web site address.

The winner will receive $200 and a Peace of the Action sweatshirt!

In honor of this contest, I am announcing one of my own!

To win Pinkie's prestigious Beet of the Week Award, all you have to do is write a brief essay explaining what the hell you think this means:

– We would like to see a general sense...of promoting the search for solutions outside of the establishment and the status-quo.

Closing: Your entry must include a $200.00 check made out to Commissarka Pinkie payable at any Chinese bank. This amount is necessary to cover all processing fees, contest taxes, entry taxes, prize taxes, and miscellaneous overhead associated with the Beet of the Week Awards Program. I only wish there was enough money left over to buy a Beet of the Week sweatshirt as part of the prize!

I have an idea, and it is all mine, that we should all get together and have herbal tie and a veggie pizza and dialogue about social responsibility. Not the social responsibility that exists today but the social responsibility that ought to exist, where everyone is responsible for everyone else. If some child in Nigeria doesn't have a Wii as good as my neighbor's, then he must have a Wii.

Health care in Nepal must be as good as M. D. Anderson in Houston.

And Cindy Shehag must be considered as pretty as Elizabeth Taylor at 15.

To win Pinkie's prestigious Beet of the Week Award, all you have to do is write a brief essay explaining what the hell you think this means:

Quote– We would like to see a general sense...of promoting the search for solutions outside of the establishment and the status-quo.

I'll have a lash at it.

What we really want is for somebody...anybody...to come up with something that plausibly suggests that people like us...useless, foolish, stupid, and ludicrous...are actually the key element in solving the problems of the world. In short, we seek something that makes us appear somehow relevent. Oh, and something that generates cash. Don't forget the cash.

I know where the Goracle is! He's been MIA you know; even the Holy Gore was smart enough to ditch Copenhagen.

The Gorobot is serving as a <i>motivational speaker</i> to these people. They'd tried hiring conch shells as motivational speakers but they excited the audience too much so they chose the Holy Gore.

Oh, and Betinov, I bet you anything that they complain bitterly whenever some poor minimum-wage lackey forgets to get them <i>two</i> slices of lemon in their water. And I bet they don't tip. And I bet they walk checks.

Well, crud:

http://peaceoftheaction.org/

Dear Friends,

Due to an unexpected crimp in our permit, Camp OUT NOW will be erected on March 15th instead of the 13th–but we will still have St. Stephen's to sleep in that weekend.

The reason we're not setting up Camp on the 13th is that the people who are running the St. Patty's Day parade won't allow us to keep Camp up during the parade. So on Sunday during the parade, we will be passing out info and making an anti-war presence–

We will gather in Lafayette Park (across from the White House) at 10am the morning of the parade.

Those damned Irish again! They won't let gays in their parade, either, and now this!

Cindy Sheehan is about to start another anti-war camp. This one will be in Washington, and it could conceivably last for months. The problem?

“I'm kind of over the whole camping thing,” she admits.

Snippy snippy . . .

Five years and a new president later, however, Sheehan will be sleeping under the stars again, and for the same cause. Her new coalition, Peace of the Action, is launching the Camp OUT NOW! tent city at the base of the Washington Monument next week in an effort to get President Barack Obama to pull troops out of Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan immediately. (Sheehan concedes that this time around, she will rent a bedroom in which to store her belongings, take showers and occasionally sleep.)

So the tent city is still on, but as for Cindy, it'll be starched sheets, room service, free HBO, chocolate mints on the pillow, and towel animals on the bed. I hope the rest of you like waking up with nightcrawlers in your shorts and hippy bubble baths (just sit in a mud puddle and pass gas).

Sort of like Thoreau living in the Wilderness on Walden Pond....

Pinkie, I'm surprised at your lack of socialist sympathy. Cindy is nothing if she's not a made prog although mad prog might be better for that silly cow brave speaker of truth to power.

It is only your vile supposition that her starched sheets will have a minted chocolate on the pillow. That comes, these days, only in places which have turn-down service, and I know that dear Cindy, bag of the people, would never go above say a Residence Inn, because she has to have a kitchen you know, and a couch and chair in addition to the bed.

Shehag is doing only decent socialist posturing, for after all, since we have no substance all there is is posturing. When the Reverend Jesse Jackson is unhappy, he will have a hunger strike.

He doesn't eat. Until he's hungry. Then someone else doesn't eat, while Jackson eats. This works splendidly unless you eat more than half of the time.

Take showers?
Where? Where is she taking them? Can't she just leave them where they're at?
Granted, it's an improvement but what about the patchouli vendors? Won't showers hurt their bottom line?
Occasionally sleep? Why? There's plenty of crystal meth in DC.

Free HBO?....huh oh...here we go again only it's a Heroic Barack Orgasm.
Maybe not?

Here's a free chant for you Cindy:

Hey Hey Barack Obama!
You kill babies and their mamas!

I heard Family Guy, what's his name? Gibbs? on Faux Noise today who went out of his way to tell us that President Awesome Zero doesn't pay attention to polls. He just does what is right.

That's what his TelePrompTer told Gibbs to say.

My dearest comrades, POTA is shaping up to be a worthy successor to the Mime's funny pages--if only they allowed comments.

I would like to introduce you to A Very Useful Idiot by the name of Jon Gold. I tell you, when it comes to whining, he could give Jodin Morey a run for his government check:

http://peaceoftheaction.org/2010/03/24/ ... hree-days/

Cindy Sheehan, myself, and others walked through the crowd until we reached the barrier closest to those laying down on the sidewalk. As you can see in this video, the barrier failed, and Cindy Sheehan walked across. As soon as she entered the “arrest zone,” the Park Police immediately grabbed her, and handcuffed her. They were literally manhandling her. (Pinkie: Aside from the question of how one would figuratively manhandle anyone, if they're "literally" doing it, then doesn't that indicate she's not a woman?)

This made me angry, (Pinkie: "Very angry indeed!" I'm think of the huffing and puffing Marvin the Martian from the old Looney Tunes.) and I yelled at the Park Police to “let her go!” Before I knew it, the barrier was back up. I tried to push through the barrier, but the Park Police pushed back. I managed to push two Park Policeman back until one of them grabbed for something on their side to use against me. It was probably mace, but it could have been anything. (Pinkie: Could've been a rubber pellet gun. Better put down your cellphone.) I stopped pushing. I walked around to the side where the police tape was, that failed, and I found myself within the “arrest zone.” I decided that I was going to allow myself to be arrested in order to keep an eye on Cindy. (Pinkie: How noble and romantic! And she so helpless!)

What follows is a whole bunch of blather about yelling and fist-shaking or fist-waving, or maybe just plain old-fashioned fisting, followed by getting his shoelaces taken away yada yada.

<br>After we arrived at the jail, they took off our plasticuffs, and they frisked us. Then we were placed into what can only be described as a human kennel. (Pinkie: That's to fatten you up before they transfer you to the Soylent Corporation Headquarters.) The cells were SMALL, and comprised of steel walls, steel beds, steel sinks, and steel toilets. The bars were made up of big bars, (Wow!) and a steel mesh that kind of looked like this from Star Trek TNG. It was easily 85-90 degrees in there, with one big fan blowing. There was very little air circulation. My shirt became my pillow, and I put my socks in the water, and wrapped them around my head Rambo style in order to cool off.
As I said, I'm somewhat claustrophobic, and I started to get a panic attack. I asked to be taken to the hospital in order to get something to calm me down.

Which they did. Like Jodin, poor pansy-boy Jon doesn't feel THAT much solidarity with those held in Gitmo. But eventually it was back to the jailhouse:

It is very hard to sleep in jail. (Pinkie: All together now everyone, one-two-three: "AWWWW!") Someone told me the guilty sleep well, and the innocent do not. I could only sleep an hour here, and an hour there. It didn't help that some of my cellmates were talking, or that my neighbor sang and banged on the wall for all hours of the day. (Pinkie: Where does this guy usually live? This was standard when I was in the military and lived in the barracks. I imagine it's the norm in college dormitories and homeless shelters. Oh wait, now I get it--since he still lives with Mom and Dad, Jon has to go beddy-bye at 8 pm every night, and no getting up after that for wa-wa or ba-boo.)
This was my very first arrest, and the charge is “crossing a police line.” I expected a phone call, and to have my rights read to me, but the big joke of the weekend was, “that's only on TV.”

And clearly Jon watches too much of it.

I was often asked if I would do it again. My answer is without hesitation.

But not without a lot of whining.

Next post, I shall dump on Cindy.

Part II: Cindy's Ordeal

As Elmer Fudd would say, isn't she wuvwy?

For quite awhile, I have been having problems with marches on Saturday, anyway. It seems like we march past empty buildings and shake our fists at them and promise that if those empty buildings don't change their ways, we will be back next year to do the same thing.

But at least those government buildings will have their lights out on Saturday, March 27th for Earth Hour!

As soon as I crossed the barrier, I was slammed by a couple of cops, handcuffed and then actually run around the front of the White House while the cops tried to find a paddy wagon to stick me in—about 50 people were running with the cop and I, yelling: “Let her go, let her go.” When the officer and I finally got to the paddy wagon, I was surprised to find that only two others had followed me. One other crossed the line to bring our detained numbers up to eight
. . .
Why, when the barrier was compromised, did more people not follow us to actually put their beliefs into higher relief than merely marching in a circle on Saturday?

Cindy, go back and read Jon's blog entry. It's because no one wants to go to jail. It's cramped and noisy, and the bars on the cells are like, really big bars.

I was, to say the least, very disheartened that hundreds of people didn't join us. Watching the video of my “crossing over,” you can see a couple of people go over and then run back when the police come—but most of the people step back like the downed barrier is a livewire.

Did one of them look like Jodin Morey, and was he without his cellphone and black hood, and did you happen to notice how quickly he ditched his orange jumpsuit and crammed it into the nearest dumpster before high-tailing it back to his Prius?

Anyway, off she goes to jail and . . .

Well, those two days were some of the most miserable days of my life! We were taken to a lock-up and Elaine and I were put into a freezing room and I had a t-shirt and flip-flops on, being unprepared to be arrested. For four women, our cell had one cement block bench that was about 7-8 feet long, so at least one of us always had to be on the stone-cold floor. Sleeping was fitful as it was very chilly all night—and very noisy!

Never mind Jon's blog entry, go back and read your previous ones, Cindy. You fully expected to be arrested at some point--that is, when you weren't holed up in your hotel room. No cute towel animals and mints on the pillow in jail--in fact, no pillows, period. But I'll bet you and your cellmates managed to drum up plenty of your own free HBO!

More whining follows, as if she never dreamed in a million years any of this might happen, and of course none of it is her fault, but the fault of others:

Many times during the 50 hour ordeal, Elaine and I were asked if we thought it was “worth it,” to go through so much hardship for so little gain.
My answer is, first of all, if more people crossed the line with me, we wouldn't have had to stay 50 hours in jail and I was very upset that we were left to hang out to dry like that. Secondly, the war didn't end while we were suffering—but knowing how awful it is to spend so much time in jail and be treated like one is a serial killer and not a protester—I would do it again and again, as I have.
There are literally billions of people suffering all over this planet due to my nation's militarism and greed and I know many people would have traded places with me in a heartbeat and think the conditions were pretty damn good.

And now for the payoff, the one quote that made wading through all this whining worthwhile:

AND this never happened to me when Bush was president.

Priceless.

I'm not going to Blame Bush on this one Pinkie.
I'm blaming John McCain, yes, McCain.

Hot in the male gender lock up.
Cold in the female lock up.

Steel sinks, toilets, bed...beds mind you with NO FLUFFY PILLOWS!

50 HOURS! What's next? 3 DAYS!

OMG!

Only somebody like McCain would do something like this! This is EXACTLY what he did to the Vietnamese in the Hanoi Hilton where he was a bell hop.

I believe I have wet my state issued pants from laughing so hard.

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:Part II: Cindy's Ordeal

As Elmer Fudd would say, isn't she wuvwy?

Pinkie - thank you very much for picture of Cindy Sheehan being arrested by Obama's Civir Defense Force(tm). My DPRK Juche Thought Porice trained them very werr, I see. I find Komrade Sheehan very sexifur. I rove her rong time. Yes-yes!

But what arr this tark about FISTing? Dammit, why I arways the rast one to the party? Heads wirr rorr for this one, I can assure you!

Kim Jong Irrin'

John Galt wrote:I second the praise for Laika's excellent work.

PEACEFORACTION.ORG is the web address at the bottom of the fister's page. Was this intentional, or result of soviet era keyboard?

You got computer probrems? Use this guy, Rahm Emanuer. He come over in pink tutu right away, chop-chop!


http://www.break.com/usercontent/2008/9 ... 65731.html



Kim Jong Irrin'

CUBEFLASH!

CAMP OUT NOW IS OFFICIALLY A CRAP OUT NOW!

But first, we've identified the culprit who kept Jon and Cindy up all night with her caterwauling that she calls singing. Meet Kathleen D. Kirwin, Esq.:

http://peaceoftheaction.org/2010/04/01/ ... -the-line/

For all you desperate bachelors out there, Comrade Kirwin is 55 years old, her turn-offs include being called "Ma'am," and in her spare time she enjoys Progressive law, agitating (but I repeat myself), singing, and using lots of adjectives.

FROM THE LAW OFFICE OF KATHLEEN D. KIRWIN, ESQ.
DATE: March 31, 2010
Among other things, I am a national and international human rights and criminal defense attorney. But last weekend, when the Washington DC Metropolitan Police arrested me for “Crossing a Police Line” at the A.N.S.W.E.R (Act Now To Stop War and End Racism) anti-war(s)/pro-peace march in this nation's capitol, I did not flaunt or even mention my long-standing legal credentials in protest against what I knew to be an unlawful arrest. I did not want my profession to skew the results of my law enforcement encounter, one way or the other. On March 20th, I was marching with a legion of citizens from all over the country who were bringing to bear innumerable, rightful, relevant and commanding issues, not the least of which was giving powerful prominence to the horrific human cost of the wars that this country has chosen, and continues to choose, to illegally engage in all over the globe and which our erstwhile public servants in Washington deem so sickeningly fit to advance and expand regardless of how much the blood of others stains their self-proclaimed patriotic hands.

Yada yada yada then she has a Harlequin Romance-style encounter with sweet talking Officer Wilkins who plays the good cop in her encounter with the bad cop:

Clearly, the nice Officer Wilkins did not want to have any part in arresting me even though the stalemate between he and I had been firmly established. At that point, he asked me if I wanted to talk to his lieutenant. I leapt (on the sidewalk) at the chance. Whether the lieutenant had watched Officer Number Two physically grab me, I don't know. Whether he watched Officer Wilkins and me discussing the situation, I don't know. But when I approached him, he seemed to be waiting for me. Before I had even gotten too terribly close to him, he shouted at me to get off the sidewalk. I think he even put a “Ma'am” in front of his command which, even at 55 years old, is not the best way to get my attention. I figured it must be DC Metropolitan Police protocol to address the subject politely before subjecting them to unlawful arrest. It probably goes without saying that the lieutenant and I immediately engaged in a verbal fistfight.

How's a verbal fistfight go? "All right, Officer, I'm going to punch you in the nose!"

"Go right ahead, Ma'am. I'll just punch you right back!"

Yada yada yada . . .

Finally, I had pushed his testosterone level well past the brink and he was not going to let this middle aged woman emasculate him any more than I already had in front of his colleagues. He triumphantly called his underlings to “bring the cuffs.”

Off to jail she went, where she kept Jon and Cindy up all night thus . . .

I meditated and sang in my holding cell and prepared for the long haul. However, about eight hours later they kicked me out on my own recognizance even though I lived past the 30 mile limit outside DC to do so.

No doubt Cindy and Jon would've been released this quickly, too, had they followed Kathleen's lead and crooned a few rounds of "99 Bottles of Beer On the Wall." I can almost guarantee something would've happened to them around Beer Bottle No. 64, because that's usually as much as most humans can take.

Now, if you can wade through Kathleen's account without nodding off or, if you happen to be waiting in line for Obama money, actually finish it before your number is called, then you are hereby rewarded with Cindy's Concession Speech:
<br>http://peaceoftheaction.org/2010/03/26/ ... -for-long/

Well, our great experiment didn't go as well as we planned here in DC. My vision was a Peace Camp that would serve the needs of the campers as far as housing and food were concerned (that part worked) and the campers would then commit aggressive acts of civil resistance (that part didn't) in the nation's capital to shut down the violent military-corporate empire that we live in. In the opinion of members of Peace of the Action, living here in the US gives us special responsibilities for stopping it.

My spidey sense is tingling with those last few words. I feel like I'm getting lectured by Uncle Ben in the front seat of his Olds.

The thing that we were hoping that would happen and never did—was that hundreds of people would stay and help us claim the camp as a permanent presence on the mall.

Good agitators are hard to find these days. It doesn't make sense, since unemployment is up, so it's not as if people have anything better to do. At least that's how the media explains the mushrooming of those annoying teabaggers. But where were all the hellraisers?

To take advantage of the energy and enthusiasm of our young people, we are planning on returning in June to set up Camp and start our actions again.
So we will be keeping the spirit of the Camp alive until the students get out of school and, hopefully, we can make a go of it in the summer.
It's really up to you—we have laid the foundation, now it's your turn to be the builders.

IOW, we're going to repackage this classic, timeworn idea and try it again with the conviction that this next time, we'll get different results!

What's the word for that again, Comrades? Or rather, what's the word for it this week? Liberalism? Progressivism? Hope and Change . . . ?

In interests of spreading Marxist-Reninst Progressive Brotherhood(tm), I rooked into this FISTing a rittre further.

FISTing probabry good enough for you run of the mirr Sociarists but I made of sterner stuff. If you gonna run an entire country rike a death camp rike I do, you gotta not just rure with an Iron Fist(tm). You gotta kick asses on a day-ree basis too.

Here some Borshevik Poetry(tm) to sooth your jangred nerves. (Maya Angerou, you can kiss my fat pimpry yerrow ass)

Rike the mighty Doromite, I went down to Kansas City,
kicking asses tir both shoes were shitty

Stirr gotta work on my mad haiku skirrz...

Kim Jong Irrin'

Your Horryness, Deer Reader, you had day-ree misspelled as dairy. Pamalinski might read this thread and think you werr discussing mirk and rice cream. I fix for you. Hot steam, Sreepy steam.
You know of the Great Doromite too?


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That poor DC drunk tank. The bitch sang until they booted her sorry ass. Otis couldn't get any sleep and Aunt Bee didn't make any pie.

I think I'll weep.







Not.

Pinkie, Dear, Darling Pinkie. Thank you. I laughed so hard that I managed to hack up what I've been trying to hack up for the last ten days.

You are a seriously good satirist. I have laughed more over your work than over P. J. O'Rourke's, line per line. I've read books by supposed <i>mauvais langues</i> like Joe Queenan who frankly can't hold a candle to you in full throttle.

You've no pity for people who are entitled and when you think about it this almost vivisectionist style of memoir, like that of the cow above, is nothing more than the screeching of a self-important crone, educated beyond her intelligence, and she feels entitled to have her various feelings aired.

I spent two paragraphs defining, if very strangely, her. You spent several times many as words sticking needles into the cow and her pretense, lopping off a filet here, a brisket there.

Diagnosis, if what I did is that, is needed. But it's dry and soulless. Bear in mind I'm a mathematician.

But, and I realize that I'm getting cloying, do consider writing a piece dissecting fools like this. Submit it to PJM. I'd love to get your columns as I get Ann Coulter's and Charles Krauthammer's.

I rooked again at picture of Usefur Idiot(tm) Cindy Sheehan hording up a ChaiBag shirt and it remind I need post rink to articre praising my fashion-sense.

http://jammiewearingfool.blogspot.com/2 ... trend.html

Yves St Rauren is my bitch. Yes-yes!

You get up in years rike I am and you wirr find those shaperess pants and jackets are a true bressing. Prus, my ji ji no ronger gets pinched when I sit down.

Komrade Kim

Deer Reeder!

Was pickchurr taken at Boca Raton or Rest Pumm Beech?
Your fashion is very popurar wiff wise and ancient Froridians!

Why, thank you, Theocritus. Don't you know I'm one of the newly recruited health care workers under Obamacare? Anytime you have something you need to cough up, spit out, or if you're having trouble trying to—shall we say—pass your own massive piece of legislation—then I'm your go-to girl for purge inducement. Hey, don't forget who introduced you to Mark “Lightworker” Morford.

In the meantime, Peace of the Action has rapidly deteriorated into one big whinefest, and the contest for Worst Whiner continues with our newest front runner, Comrade Jim Veeder. I'll wager he was called “Deerth” in middle school—that is, when he wasn't getting his head washed in the boys' room urinal:

My DC Experiences with Cindy Sheehan and Camp Out Now

If you thought chivalry was as dead as global warming, rest assured it shows a faint pulse at Crap Out Now, with no shortage of would-be Sir Walter Raleighs lining up to throw their cloaks across every hippie bathtub for Lady Cindy. First Jon Gold (see my previous post on him) “allowed” himself to be arrested so he “could keep an eye on Cindy”, and now we have Deerth Veeder:

I allegedly crossed the police line when I saw Cindy Sheehan being grabbed by police. I plan to plead the “damsel in distress” defense, I mean, what's a gentleman to do when he sees a lady being surrounded and threatened by armed, uniformed men?

Apparently a true gentleman lets himself get arrested along with the lady, because he's better able to help her while locked in a separate jail cell, than if he's—well, free.

Now, let us cue the violin. Something somber. Pull out your hanky, or at least have your sleeve ready. If what you're about to read doesn't break your heart, then it will surely cause some sort of fluid to spew out of you from somewhere:

The cells were, as fellow arrestee Jon Gold has written, like dog kennels. Maybe seven feet long, five feet wide, with a toilet and sink and a stainless steel bunk bed with no mattress, and of course no pillow. Try getting comfortable laying on a steel slab. Try getting comfortable laying on that slab for 36 hours straight, with no windows and no clocks to tell you what time of day it is and lights on 24/7. (More violins, please.) Try eating baloney-on-white or processed-cheese-on-white for two days , three times a day. No mayo. When I asked a guard “what about that phone call we are supposed to get?” I was told “that's only on TV”. When I asked “aren't we supposed to get an hour of exercise outside of our cells each day?” I was told “that's only on TV.” They had the heat cranked up to , I would guess, at least 85 degrees the entire time we were there. In the women's section, I was told, they had the heat turned way down so that they suffered from cold. (Does anyone have a sleeve I can borrow? My red headscarf is soaked.) When I asked a guard if he couldn't turn the heat down, he replied that it was automatic, they had no control over it. Another guard came closer to the truth when he told me ”if you didn't get arrested, you wouldn't be here. We want the experience to be unpleasant so you don't come back”. I refrained from arguing that we had not been convicted of anything and yet were being punished and mistreated. I know what they would have said had I mentioned that quaint notion that citizens are “innocent until proven guilty”, they would have said “that's only on TV”.

Yes, all the luxuries and amenities of jail—all the things those lying right wingers keep saying exist—do not, in fact, exist. That's only on TV—and speaking of which, poor Deerth didn't have that, either.

It gets worse, for you see, Deerth was subjected to physical torture during his false imprisonment:

I had asked the guards in jail for a couple of ibuprofen because my shoulder joints hurt from the way they had handcuffed my hands behind my back, twice, as we were shuttled first to one police station then to another. I was told that I had to request to go to the Hospital if I wanted ibuprofen. (Because that's what John McCain did when he was a guest of honor at one of Victor Charlie's famous "roasts.") So I did so request, I figured I could also get a doctor to examine my thumb, which was numb from the cuffs purposefully being put on too tight. (This posed a special hardship because that was Deerth's sucking thumb.) At a non-violence training a few days earlier I had learned that when the police are hurting you, you should tell them, you should say “you are hurting me”. So I was pleased with myself that I remembered that useful advice. “You are hurting me” I told the black-clad SWAT dudes, “the cuffs are too tight, and I have bad shoulder pain”. So they tightened them further. Evidently the police training for responding to a prisoner's complaint of pain from too tight cuffs is “tighten cuffs further, with smirk”. (Now that's what THEY call “useful advice!”) After maybe 6 hours they finally came to take me to the hospital. As we walked out of the cell block and into the administrative room, I suddenly could breathe real air! No 85 degree stale air for the administration, just for the prisoners. What a relief to be able to breathe real air again.

I agree, the administration shouldn't be allowed air conditioning either, and they should only be allowed to eat baloney and processed cheese sandwiches. With no mayo. Oh, and all jail employees should have to pee in buckets strategically placed throughout their offices. It's only fair. That way they won't want to work there anymore, and they can just stay at home pretending to be a writer on a Pelosi Grant like I aspire to do.

What follows is a whole lot of hand wringing about how he was taken to the hospital in chains. Imagine our hero's dismay upon learning that being arrested did not automatically entitle him to free medical care on demand; that instead he would actually be charged for treatment—even though he had no health insurance!

By and by two doctors visited me, I again said that I must know the fee before consenting to treatment, one doc told me “since you came into the Emergency Room it will be at least $500 to $600″. I said “no way, I have no health insurance, I refuse treatment”. The doc told me I would be receiving a bill anyways because I had walked through the Emergency Room door, I replied that nobody at the jail told me I was going to the Emergency Room OR that I would have to pay for treatment of injuries that the police themselves had inflicted on me. And aren't the police responsible for my well-being, including medical treatment, while they hold me against my will in detention although I have not been convicted of any crime?

Poor Deerth. He thought going to jail would mean all sorts of free stuff. Free health care. Free air conditioning. Free HBO and Nick Jr. Free catered meals from Washington D.C.'s finest restaurants. Free swimming pool.

At the very least, a free Koran and prayer mat. Only at Club Gitmo, Deerth.

Things could be worse. You could be in China, where your next-of-kin gets billed for the bullet.

You have a lot of time on your hands being in jail.

You already had a lot of time on your hands, Deerth, or you wouldn't have gotten tangled up with Cindy and her Sheehanigans to begin with.

One day after being released I came down with asthmatic bronchitus, which I attribute to the jail conditions, particularly the hot, stale air. Two weeks after my arrest my right thumb is still numb from the too-tight plastic handcuffs, but my doctor assures me it is only a pinched nerve and will heal itself.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute! HIS doctor? But I thought Deerth had no health insurance!

Did I leave all this feeling sorry for myself and feeling down? No way, I left feeling energized and more aware.

You could've fooled me, Deerth, though I'm curious as to what you're more aware of. That you can't believe everything you see on TV—unless, of course, it's on MSNBC? That you really do have more time on your hands than you thought? Or how about that you're a whining, wussy wimp who makes a big fuss over a pinched nerve and lack of central air which, I might remind you, is solely responsible for the wanton destruction of Earth's fragile ozone? Why, you probably throw a baseball like Barack Obama.

Now wipe your nose and XYZ, your mom is calling you and has your jammy-jams all laid out. Sleep tight tonight knowing that you are the best living argument for never reinstating the draft.

Pinkie, I don't know about your sudden fascination with Deerth. It's not like he was oh Jodin Morey, is it? I know, I know. There's lots of whining from both. I know, I know, that they're both complete and total pussy-boys, to borrow from LnT. There is from both that there is an aura of "outraged respectability." Just like Jodin Morey's complaint that the cops only asked him <i>once</i> if he was okay.

Just think if your life was so completely empty that you were let yourself be arrested to take care of Cindy Shehag. This means that your X-Box won't turn on for you and no way will a PS3 give you the time of day. Elevators don't stop when you call them and traffic-controlled lights don't turn for you.

Personally I am uncomfortable in your elevation of Deerth over Jodin Morey. Because I have defined Jodin Morey as the most progerrific person in the world. I have posters of dear Jodin, throwing down his cell phone, Jodin skinning off his Gitmo gear, and most of all a bobble-head doll with synthesized voice saying, "I am non violent! I am non violent!"

Is it your contention that we have a new Uber-prog to dethrone Jodin from the pinnacle of resentful whining?

You do have a valid point, Theocritus. After all, Jodin wasn't even willing to let himself get arrested--his show of solidarity with the Gitmo prisoners by marching around in a black hood and orange jumpsuit only extended to--well, marching around in that black hood and orange jumpsuit.

He showed all the solidarity of room temperature Jell-O.

I think Cindy is happier now.


...maybe not so much now.


A tribute to Cindy.


Lovely

I'm missing my Jodin fix. And I haven't heard anything really high-octane from Mark Morford recently either. It's hard living in Conservative West Texas without the nourishment of the soul that these progs offer me.