As the day started to cool yesterday, 4 hours after I took up
my post in the street in front of the White House, starting
to pass out from the 92 degree sun, about 70 from the
DC Ranters Club, uh, I mean "activists," came to
whine, I mean, demonstrate in front of the White House, for an entire hour!!!!! Hey,
the slaughter of 15 of the world's greatest souls deserves
at least an hour, tween lunch and dinner, don't you think?
A look into the aid flotilla attack by Israel (1)
Well, the press that gathered didn't know how self serving
this group is, so the mid 50's guy stripped to the waste, acting
like a drunk, drawing all the Press Camera shots was an
attack on our Palestinian Family's plight.
The DC Spoiled Brats Club was upset, angry, impotent,
cowardly and completely ineffectual as usual.
After stashing my stuff at the Vigil, my large poster and American
Flag umbrella, I made a b-line for the guy, but not before
passing one of the more serious activists I recognized and saying,
"I'm gunna try to draw a punch from this guy to get him outta here.
You'll need to get coverage for me at the vigil 6pm-10pm."
He nodded agreement.
I got 1" from the guy's face and started
taunting him. Did I hate him? Was I angry
at him? Was I trying to hurt him? He's my brother, how could
I do any of those things? I was desperately trying to draw
a punch which would get at least him, and maybe both of
us arrested, and thereby mercifully get him away from destroying
all the press coverage of the Gaza Activist Slaughter by
Israel.
Within seconds a late twentys Secret Service officer was on
us. He recognized me, tho we've never spoken. "Don't touch
him or I'll have to arrest you," he said as much out of concern
for me as anything. "I'm totally not going to touch him," I
declared as I jammed my hands deep, deep into my pockets,
"but I've got to get him to punch me so you can arrest him, or
the both of us and get us away from destroying this press coverage."
The Officer was taken aback, but relaxed and backed off as
he saw that I'd disarmed myself with hands deep in pockets.
I'm sure he was a bit stunned, curious, and more than a bit respectful.
Immediately I was back in this guys face. He
had tattoos on his back talking about peace.
I yelled nasty things in his face, meaning none of them, but
trying to draw the punch (my preference over a kick to groin
which I was totally defenseless agianst.
Within seconds, the officer (watched
by 10 more) was at my side, this time clearly trying to see if he
could help, without violating the guys rights, but trying to keep
me from getting hit. He didn't know what to do, but it was way
cool he at least was there trying.
Between my ludicrous taunts, and the officer's presence, all of
a sudden the massively inappropriate guy (who I'll leave nameless
to protect him) went totally relaxed, and half smiled. Melted. "15
of the world's greatest Peace Makers were slaughtered by Israel
this morning in international waters. Why are you trying to
interfere with this group's attempt to bring attention to that???,"
I screamed in his face? "Huh," he said, indicating he knew not
what I was talking about? I explained about the Zionist commando
massacre of the activists in international waters. "I didn't know,"
he said. "Well, instead of you and me drawing attention away
from the demonstration, let's walk down the street and I'll fill you
in," I suggested.
Off we went. He instantly and totally changed before my eyes, but I kept
him talking with me, safely 30 yards from the action for another
15 minutes, as I didn't fully trust what he'd do if he went back.
Your brother,
Start
ps: About 2 hours later he was back at the park, to find me at
the Vigil - "Hey Start, I'm sorry for what I did." Hey, stuff happens."
We enjoyed shaking hands warmly, and he was off on his way.
Protesting Gaza Aid Convoy Massacre Start Loving joined by others at White House
my post in the street in front of the White House, starting
to pass out from the 92 degree sun, about 70 from the
DC Ranters Club, uh, I mean "activists," came to
whine, I mean, demonstrate in front of the White House, for an entire hour!!!!! Hey,
the slaughter of 15 of the world's greatest souls deserves
at least an hour, tween lunch and dinner, don't you think?
A look into the aid flotilla attack by Israel (1)
Well, the press that gathered didn't know how self serving
this group is, so the mid 50's guy stripped to the waste, acting
like a drunk, drawing all the Press Camera shots was an
attack on our Palestinian Family's plight.
The DC Spoiled Brats Club was upset, angry, impotent,
cowardly and completely ineffectual as usual.
After stashing my stuff at the Vigil, my large poster and American
Flag umbrella, I made a b-line for the guy, but not before
passing one of the more serious activists I recognized and saying,
"I'm gunna try to draw a punch from this guy to get him outta here.
You'll need to get coverage for me at the vigil 6pm-10pm."
He nodded agreement.
I got 1" from the guy's face and started
taunting him. Did I hate him? Was I angry
at him? Was I trying to hurt him? He's my brother, how could
I do any of those things? I was desperately trying to draw
a punch which would get at least him, and maybe both of
us arrested, and thereby mercifully get him away from destroying
all the press coverage of the Gaza Activist Slaughter by
Israel.
Within seconds a late twentys Secret Service officer was on
us. He recognized me, tho we've never spoken. "Don't touch
him or I'll have to arrest you," he said as much out of concern
for me as anything. "I'm totally not going to touch him," I
declared as I jammed my hands deep, deep into my pockets,
"but I've got to get him to punch me so you can arrest him, or
the both of us and get us away from destroying this press coverage."
The Officer was taken aback, but relaxed and backed off as
he saw that I'd disarmed myself with hands deep in pockets.
I'm sure he was a bit stunned, curious, and more than a bit respectful.
Immediately I was back in this guys face. He
had tattoos on his back talking about peace.
I yelled nasty things in his face, meaning none of them, but
trying to draw the punch (my preference over a kick to groin
which I was totally defenseless agianst.
Within seconds, the officer (watched
by 10 more) was at my side, this time clearly trying to see if he
could help, without violating the guys rights, but trying to keep
me from getting hit. He didn't know what to do, but it was way
cool he at least was there trying.
Between my ludicrous taunts, and the officer's presence, all of
a sudden the massively inappropriate guy (who I'll leave nameless
to protect him) went totally relaxed, and half smiled. Melted. "15
of the world's greatest Peace Makers were slaughtered by Israel
this morning in international waters. Why are you trying to
interfere with this group's attempt to bring attention to that???,"
I screamed in his face? "Huh," he said, indicating he knew not
what I was talking about? I explained about the Zionist commando
massacre of the activists in international waters. "I didn't know,"
he said. "Well, instead of you and me drawing attention away
from the demonstration, let's walk down the street and I'll fill you
in," I suggested.
Off we went. He instantly and totally changed before my eyes, but I kept
him talking with me, safely 30 yards from the action for another
15 minutes, as I didn't fully trust what he'd do if he went back.
Your brother,
Start
ps: About 2 hours later he was back at the park, to find me at
the Vigil - "Hey Start, I'm sorry for what I did." Hey, stuff happens."
We enjoyed shaking hands warmly, and he was off on his way.
Protesting Gaza Aid Convoy Massacre Start Loving joined by others at White House
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