FWIW, from a Nay witness (as opposed to an Aye witness)
I had thought the room was booked 'til 3 p.m. but maybe that did indeed get amended as three 9/11Truthers started in and the cops were called (I was standing right next to the door as they appeared--it didn't occur to me that the fuzz were on "riot control" duty--the police headquarters is maybe 200 yards across a large parking lot from the Town Hall meeting venue, so no big deal, I thought-- maybe they were there to help folks out of the building promptly so the custodians could lock up and go watch the US Open, or whatever it was that was on. I did notice that they were very, very large, burly gents. Just goes to show that life happens when you're making other plans--I was moving up to speak to Markey as the meeting was coming to its boisterous close, to get him to have the FCC set aside five or so broadcast channels for free campaign advertising, all day, all year--to get the biggest chunk of the damned money out of the campaign business. They're "our" airwaves (or electromagnetic spectrum), anyway.)
But I digress. Back to the 9/11 section of the meeting:
The first 9/11-er up was a tall, lanky kid (from this side of 65, a lot of people look very, very young), who'd been burbling grumpy side-comments throughout the proceeding, sometimes quite loudly. He kept a red wool (maybe synthetic--but it was mucho pilled) hat on, pulled down low, over his collar in the back, down an inch over his forehead at the front. My generation would say (and this is from a guy of whom his friends, from our class of 1963, said, at our 25th reunion, "you were a hippie before there were hippies--it must have been the guitar, long hair and a cape I made out of a discarded purple altar cloth)) that his kid was "scruffy."
Anyway, the "kid" took the microphone, and, unlike most speakers who understand that their voices are amplified when they talk into the mike--so they don't have to move to the front of the room--this lad walked briskly up to maybe seven or eight feet to the side of the lectern where Markey stood, faced Markey, looked down at the motley assemblage of folded, rumpled, bent, bescribbled sheets of notebook paper in his hands, looked at Markey, continued fumbling with them, looked at Markey--and blurting out his staccato "talking points" in what I'd characterize as a loud, this-man-is-on-a-mission voice, as he found them in the mess of his papers.
He was either not prepared, or got lost in the fog of public speaking. He reminded me of the "Don't Tase me, Bro!" guy, while at the microphone. (I met him in the lobby after the session and said a few positive things, then urged him to put his talking points on 4x6 cards, and spend a little more thought and time on his "presentation," as we call "appearance" these days.)
(Do y'all remember when Ray McGovern bearded Don Rumsfeld on his lies about WMDs? Ray was certainly prepared. And he didn't have to raise his voice very much. AND it seemed to me that Rumsfeld actually had to suck in his breath to replace the air he'd lost when Ray's words hit him. Ray quoted the "we know where they are; there here, here, north south, etc." line from Rummy. And the later TV reports just played the clip. I'm just sayin'.)
What I most noticed, however, was that, as this tall young man found each of his talking points and looked up to deliver them to Markey in his accusatory, man-on-a-mission tone, he shuffled his Converse Hi-tops one half step closer to Markey. Each time he found one. I said to myself, "Jesus kee-riced, kid, stop moving! And back up! This does NOT help your cause!" He'd reduced his distance from Markey from eight to about four feet during the time he was speaking. If I had to guess, I would say that this was probably about the time the cops were called. Had I been Markey, or certainly his staff, I would have been concerned; the lad certainly made me nervous, and I was back a couple of rows, leaning against the wall. But Markey held his ground at the lectern and didn't move off.
But among all the other things we need to do here in the 7th is to get someone to run against Markey. I can't remember all the way back since I moved here, but Markey ran without opposition in the past two elections.
Markey, like the rest of the Democrats, has checked his oath in the Capitol cloakroom (except for Kucinich, who the power-that-be are ganging up on to knock him out in the Ohio primaries next month--he needs help as perhaps one of only two--Ron Paul?--anyone else?-- congressmen who take seriously their oaths of office )as they're salivating over having their turn at the levers of power, and they definitely do NOT want to do anything that might wake up rich SOBs (Sons of Barbara) like Dickie Mellen-Scaife, was it--they guy who funded eight years of smear against Clinton? (see my recent posts on the "impeachment" part of the Markey meeting--and an early transcript of the 9/11 discussion (Markey's almost as "remarkable" on the topic as Rudy "9/11" the G) at InkyWretch.com. and the whole 9/11 discussion is on YouTube. Watch it. Rate it. Move it up in the whatever they call those most-frequent-hits lists.
http://www.inkywretch.com/2008/02/rep-ed-markey-mass-d-7-on-911.htmland UTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QT03VdyhKE4