The first protest was a smashing success, and I’m now fresh as a daisy after having come home and taken a nap before returning to the streets tonight for the “rowdy” march at 11:55 at Dupont Circle.
For the first march, I cheered. This was our last opportunity to use a lot of the Bush cheers, and use them we did. No longer will we be shouting, “George Bush… you motherf—–! Hey, George Bush, can’t you see, that my body belongs to me!”
And the weather held out. I used Duckie early on because it was looking like it was going to rain, but then switched to the Kodak once I saw sky. That will be fun to put together for the set, going from one set of shots to another. The rain held out, and didn’t start until I was in the final 100 feet to Farragut North station.
Meanwhile, I once again tip my red and black radical cheerleader hat to the goddess of radio, Randi Rhodes, for giving us the phrase “privatizing the profits and socializing the losses”, as we worked it into our cheer and it went over very well.
And Christina and Jorge, two of my coworkers, showed up, too:
I love it when I see my coworkers at these protests. And Jorge posed with me in my cheer outfit:
Yeah, I love my cheer outfit. It seems to work for me. Mom still hates the outfit, though, but she’s not the one wearing it.
And now, I am ready to march again, to form a black bloc heading from Dupont Circle. Hopefully we’ll have good numbers this time around. Our World Bank action last month had a somewhat intimate feel to it between demonstrators (we all knew each other), but it was still WAY too small.