Cindy Sheehan came to Sacramento today and made her grand appearance at the intersection of 16th and Broadway. This was my second outing to this location to take photos of a protest. The last one of course being the protest against Israel when she was defending herself against murderous rocket attacks from Hezbollah terrorist cowards hiding among the civilian population in Lebanon. I have to tell you, I was rather disappointed in today's crowd. While I actually think it might have been a little bigger than the previous crowd, they didn't seem like it. I felt like everyone was just kind of going through the paces. I didn't see the intensity and passion of the last protest. I guess protesting directly in favor of Hezbollah and Hamas terrorists gets the crowd more riled up than protesting to bring the troops home. I got to the protest right when it kicked off at 4pm. People were still arriving and setting up, so I ducked into the Tower Book Store that was right there to see what was still for sale. You might have heard that Tower Records (and Books) went bankrupt and will soon be liquidated. At about 4:15, I went back outside and began taking pictures. That's when I saw Cindy Sheehan. She was walking along the sidewalk and working the crowd like a politician. The crowd didn't have that veneer of Muslim anger like last time, but there were enough nutjobs present to keep my shutter finger busy. So without further ado, away we go, and remember that you can click on the images to make them bigger:
First a long shot to give an idea of the size of the crowd on the busiest corner of the intersection. This is the corner where Mother Sheehan worked the crowd, and where the socialist capitalists set up their merchandise booths where they sold buttons and bumper stickers.
Flags were again in abundance. This guy was carrying the double whammy of an Iraqi flag and a Palestinian flag. Look at the smile on his face; I'm telling you, the anger of the previous protest just wasn't there today. The soothing presence of Mother Sheehan must have been calming the masses.
This was a flag that was absent at the previous protest: a flag from Venezuela. The socialist, Castro-loving dictator of that South American country needs some love too.
Speaking of loving Castro, one idiot woman had a Cuban flag. How these "tolerant" lefties love Fidel so much, I will never figure out. He commits so many atrocities against the very kinds of people and ideas that these lefties supposedly hold dear: homosexuals, free speech, equality for minorities. It was on this corner of the street as I was taking pictures that I was asked at least three times by three different people (including the guy in the orange shirt and the brown hat, and the Cuban flag lady) if I worked for the federal government. One lady said my short hair made me look suspicious. Paranoia alert!
What this protest had to with anything that required a gay rainbow flag, I have no idea. I have noticed that no matter what the specific subject of a left-wing protest, every cause under the sun ends up making an appearance.
This chick practically begged me to take her picture. I wouldn't have included her picture in this post, but I can't let down my fans on the left! I just noticed that you can see my shadow as I am taking the picture.
The ubiquitous soldier mannequin was back. This grotesque caricature has been around the block. It sparked a controversy in the Land Park neighborhood when two local moonbats, Steve and Virginia Pearcy, hung it from their window as a protest against the war. It was quite the local news story for a little while. Then I saw it among some counterprotesters at a pro-Israel rally on the steps of the Capitol (the time I forgot my camera). That time, the soldier had an Israeli flag draped across it with a placard that said "Baby Killer." Then I saw that same soldier with the same Israeli accouterments at the previous protest that I photographed. This time, you can see that the soldier was given a new role. He was lying on top of a flag-draped coffin with the lovely sign below.
I wanted to ask this lady to which genocide was she referring. The one that Saddam carried out against the Kurds and Iraqi people in general, or the one that the wackjob from Iran wants to carry out on the Jews in Israel?
BDS (Bush Derangement Syndrome) strikes again! This grim reaper lady was carrying a halloween mask of George W. Bush in the fashion of the mask being a severed head. I was literally in the process of inhaling so that I may speak a few words to her about her not-so-subtle "kill the president" imagery, when a sensible lefty got to her first.
This guy (who had been flashing peace signs to passing cars a few seconds earlier) gently took the mask out of the grim reaper's hand and told her that she wasn't really helping their cause by essentially calling for the death of President Bush. Good show, Sir.
And then, there she was. Cindy Sheehan was strolling up and down the sidewalk on the southeast corner of the intersection. She was shaking hands, posing for pictures with people, and working it like a politician. The funny thing is that I heard her before I saw her. Who can not pick out that annoying, mousy, sing-song voice of hers?
As I stood there watching Mama Moonbat work the crowd, I happened to notice a tattoo on her ankle. Upon closer inspection, it turns out she had her son's name etched on there. I truly feel badly that she lost her son, I will give her that. But once she threw her hat in the public arena, she is fair game for criticism, dead son or not. The whole time I was looking at her, I kept thinking to myself that this is the woman who called the terrorists in Iraq, "Freedom Fighters." What an insult to the son whose name she bears upon her ankle.
After leaving Mother Sheehan to take some more crowd shots, I happened to be back in the area where she was just kind of standing around. I thought about it for a moment, then said screw it. I walked up to her and...
Who says I cannot be civil toward my political opposites? If anyone ever accuses me of being some vicious partisan hack, I can always pull out this picture of Mama Moonbat and Me and prove that I am able to get along with the other side. Maybe not totally - I threw that blue shirt in the fireplace when I got home...
Good Day to You, Sir