God damn, well, I declare! Have you seen the like?
Their walls are built of cannonballs,
their motto is ‘Don’t Tread On Me’!
–grateful dead.
In 1776, gangs of raggedy-assed guerrilla resistance fighters took on the largest, best-equipped, best-trained Imperial Army on the planet, and dished them out a harder licking than they ever expected…and you know the rest. So it is in 2004, when gangs of raggedy-assed guerrilla resistance fighters take on the largest, best-equipped, best-trained Imperial Army on the planet, it’s looking once again like King George’s goons are going to get a worse whuppin’ than they ever expected. Seems as if even as they crow about how much of Fallujah they “control”, the largest, best-equipped etc. Imperial Army is actually being surrounded, jumped, and sucker-punched every time they turn around by the aforementioned raggedy-assed guerrillas, as the Resistance spreads across Iraq, and King George’s boys are left “squeezing Jello” in Fallujah. And it’s to them, the Iraqi resistance, the “Minutemen” of Fallujah, I dedicate this cartoon. Viva la Fallujah!
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As I write this, the annual Rainbow Family Gathering is being set upon by US Forest Service and other police forces in West Virginia’s Monongahela National Forest for infractions such as gathering without a permit and having muddy license plates.
Women are being chased, thrown to the ground and dragged by USFS cops on horseback, charging through Rainbow Family camps, video cameras are being seized and smashed by USFS cops — even as the Forest Service celebrates its 100th anniversary with a big PR exhibit on the National Mall, at the Smithsonian’s annual Festival Of American Folklife.
Roads are being blockaded in and out of the Monongahela National Forest by US Forest Service police, and gatherers are being ticketed en masse; the USFS has set up an impromptu “court” at a “Nature Center” in Monongahela.
So, anyway, just to recap: we pay more taxes here in DC than many actual states, and have lost far more citizens in places like Vietnam and Iraq. For many a decade now, this city, its citizens and its alleged government have been the Feds’ test bed for its policies in places like El Salvador, Palestine, and Baghdad, and the IMF/WorldBank’s policies in places like Indonesia and Africa.
No control over our budget, no ability to collect taxes on outfits like the World Bank, or on all the suburban yahoos who roll across the river to Washington Nationals home games and kiss off and spit on any folks from DC who show up to publicly speak out on this predicament.
And, oh, yeah; it’s just been leaked that the current budget estimate for shoving an entire neighborhood across the river and building a brand-new monstrous stadium for the ex-Montreal Expos to continue to play suck-ass ball in is now in the billion — with a “B” — dollar “ballpark”.
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Another personal favorite, this was commissioned by The Progressive magazine for a Counterinaugural event they were sponsoring as part of the weekend of protests coinciding with the Second Chimp Coronation.
Truthfully, though, I have to confess to not having been in DC during the Chimp’s Second Coronation as my wife and I decided we weren’t into hanging around here in the miserable depths of January, freezing our asses off in some fenced-off “free speech zone”, and chose instead to spend the week in relatively balmy New Orleans, watching our comrades shivering in bone-cold Washington on TV. Let’s face it, it was a helluva lot more fun hanging out in little jazz dives drinking beer until closing time, then stumbling down to Cafè duMonde for black coffee and beignets at 3am. Happily, though, we managed to find ourselves in a big, healthy, counterinaugural protest anyway — the Jazz Funeral For Democracy, held on a sunny, dry, 70-degree day, featuring a couple of real live New Orleans marching jazz bands in a traditional funeral parade that started at Congo Square and marched through downtown to a rally at Jackson Square, followed by a “second line” that marched through the French Quarter, finishing off at a gig at this cool little joint with a mean-assed blues band and the all-important cheap beer. God damn, they really do know how to throw a protest down there in the Big Easy.
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