I opened up my inbox this morning to see that Megan Cubbingford, reporter for "Fungus" magazine (a local independent 'zine about local independent rock) infiltrated the Patriot Forum with Dennis Prager last night.
A little bird sent me the copy from her article on the subject.
Is It Just Me, Or Is It Conservative Here?I'm trying to book Ms. Cubbingford on the next NARN broadcast. I'll keep you posted. Posted by Mitch at March 14, 2005 07:55 AM | TrackBack
I attended the "Patriot" forum, put on by the local brownshirt monkey station, AM980 The Patriot Choice, last night.
I noticed that the crowd of about 2,000 was entirely white; where were all the people of color? The only people of color besides the few in the crowd were at the hotel, doing the jobs that had no doubt been forced upon them. The group was very racist, and jobbist too.
The social hour outside the dining room was full of hale-and-well-met exchanges of business cards and golf invitations, the kind of thing white people do when nobody is around to raise their social conscience.
I think a white Republican woman senator stuck her tongue in David Strom's ear from behind while reciting the "No New Taxes" pledge.
The entree was chicken romaine. Where was the food for people who prefer beef, hmmm? Or for vegans? The gathering was foodist, and meatist to boot.
The speakers all spoke. Where was the ASL interpreter? I'll bet if there were any Deaf-Americans out in three car garage land, there'd have been one! The meeting was clearly hearingist. Also, I met not a single person from my alma mater, Saint Catherine's, at this very anti-Catherine-ist event.
Dennis Prager spoke largely about Judaism and Christianity. What about the pagans? The rally was very faithist.
After the event, I snuck down to the Hilton bar, and saw a group of these white males (and a white female who was no doubt feeling the coercion inherent in the patriarchy) smoking cigars and drinking mixed racist mixed drinks like they were at some sort of country club. I went out on the street with the commoners, the hotel employees on their smoke breaks. And I revelled in their unintelligible Chihuahuan Spanish, and their convivial laughter as they looked at me, and as the smoke from my clove cigarettes wafted their way in the wind (which whipped around the building as if it were evading a white fascist border patrolman!) they started coughing violently, as if shedding the foul air of the fascists' party, and speaking sharply to me in their noble tongue - "No mas clove smoke", they said, which I think is idiomatic Spanish for "no more rich whiteys!".
Stay strong, my brothers and sisters!