MrScorpio Goes (Back) To Washington - Part One

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MrScorpio Goes (Back) To Washington - Part One

Well, I did it. I went to D.C. to bear witness to the ceremony that reinstalled our Alien Lizard Overlords' simian sock puppet back on to the global seat of power. I must say, that during the whole cynical exercise there was no shortage of irony, vindictiveness and arrogance on the part of the very fools who first usurped the control of the country and then violated the very spirit of democracy that they were sworn to uphold. Their clueless supporters did not disappoint either.

The day was to start early. DUers attending the event were to meet at Union Station and move on from there. Well due to reasons that I’m not going to go into here, there were only two of use there; Estimated Prophet and myself. Frankly speaking, EP and I made damn good team to do this thing. We made a pretty good match because we’re both pretty damn observant and of like mind on so many levels. I’ve made a very good friend because of this.

Now, since I’ve attended the inaugurals of Pappy Bush and the very first of Big Dawg’s back in the day, I felt that I had a pretty good perspective to gauge Shrubby’s second, whether for the good or the bad. Before I go on, let me just say that is was truly bad. The two previous events I’ve attended were distinct from the Chimperor’s due to the fact they were public events that actually welcomed the public. What went on yesterday was a farce of epic proportions. First of all, the Washington D.C. traveled to was much different from the one I left four years ago. It has become a much angrier and bitter place full of citizens that resent the fact that their beloved District is held in a vise grip of the national security state by a remorseless gaggle of evil, money grubbing republican mutants. Second, it was quite apparent that if we were part of that segment of the population that knew Dim Son had stolen another election and resented that fact. that we were not welcome.

Here’s an example: On the one hand, here’s and entrance for the gilded few who invested their hard stolen funds to support the coronation of the Boy King:

Other other hand, those citizens not possessing a color coded, embossed invitation had to put up with this:

We were trapped in a freezing underpass and subjected to periodic aural blasts of police sirens that echoed mercilessly off of the walls as police motorcycles and cars speed past the freezing crowd. The crowd’s spirit did not break, as mostly young folks did their best to raise their signs and lead the crowd in various chants.

We spent some time talking to others and checked out the signage, cracking jokes, pointing out the snipers on the roof as well as the helicopters flying overhead. Now at one point, near the end of the line, E. Prophet and I noticed a couple possessing these embossed invitations that could have allowed them to avoid this whole ordeal.

Let’s say their utter cluelessness was the butt of a few sharp barbs. Otherwise, the crowd was full of folks that definitely had a clue.

Bartcop provided those famous “Worse President Ever” signs as well as others. So big props Bartcop.
Basically, it took E. Prophet and myself two whole hours to get through the tent that was manned by less than ten D.C. national guardsmen assigned to check every single person going through. A body check, that lasted all of 30 seconds. Ten solders, thousands of citizens, 30 seconds (A quick one), you do the math.

Once though, I couldn’t help but notice the many police organizations dressed in various stages of riot gear. Needless to say, we didn’t get a lot of that “Officer Friendly” vibe with a lot of these guys.

This whole vetting process, however fucked up, went without incident. It may have been loud, slow and tedious, it had been an intense one as a few Bushbots went through the crowd and complained about the fact that we non-Kool-Aid drinkers were out there exercising our Constitutionally right of free speech. It was all peace and love.

As we made our way through a series of fenced in choke points, we noticed these Texas, Wyoming and Constitution floats.

The one thing about that last one on the right, was the fact that it didn’t have a figure of George pissing on it or one of Alberto slicing it up. Obviously, somebody in the parade department was slacking big time.

As we made our way down Pennsylvania Ave., we started to come upon the area populated mostly by the protesters.

Basically, we now owned the intersection of Pennsylvania and 4th. That’s were the A.N.S.W.E.R. Coalition had set up shop.

We could have moved down the street, but felt pretty much at home right here. We started looking for possible DUers in the crowd, but didn’t find any. We did notice, however, that all of these people had a clue. That they were enthusiastic and that they were loud. Most of all, right in the dead center of this resistance, there was peace. This was a peaceful crowd and this was a friendly crowd, but it was a crowd united by its disgust of having the country stolen, only to be sold using no-bid contracts.

There were TV cameras on site. I suspect that they belonged to C-Span. We did see a CNN crew working the crowd.

There was a substantial police presence out there. They were on the streets, outside of the fence line, and in the rear of the crowd too. Also, as expected they were on all the roofs.

During this time, the Demon Seed was taking the very same oath of office that he was planning on violating, we decided to work the crowd. I loved this crowd. It was a lively crew.

Moving a bit back down the street, we realized that both sides of Pennsylvania and 4th and on all three corners, were populated by protesters. That meant that at the very beginning of his journey from the Capitol to the White House, Junior deep within the protection of his well armed motorcade would know that there is resistance to his reign of insanity.

About this time all of speechifying had ended up on Capitol Hill and it was time for the parade to begin. On the street, a fleet of limos and buses sped by the intersection containing monied Alien Lizard Overlords as the crowd showed their vocal disapproval. Frightened Pioneers and various other Bush Backers replied by extending middle fingers of friendship and affection from behind the tinted windows of their vehicles. The vehicles were marked with phony marshal badges and cowboy hats to give these idiots the impression that since they helped to finance their boy’s theft of democracy. But not all of the cream of crop made there way past our location on chauffeured wheels. Now while some of the upper crust bypassed our location, those getting by on foot had to run an impromptu gauntlet of protesters that tried very hard to get the point over to these clueless fucks that by supporting Bush, they support genocide, illegal war, torture and all kinds of criminality. These so called people passing us by were definitely not happy campers. You couldn’t have noticed by the constipated expressions of their sculptured faces that their Socket Puppet and his supporting cast had just completed their theft of the country again for a second time. Of course, right after feeling safe surrounded by the “important people”, they had to deal with us “scum bags”.

One this we noticed about these people was that they were a bunch of arrogant clueless fucks. They really could not deal with the fact that there were people right there in front of them that did not eat the Bushit and that they had a few things to tell them as they rushed past.

Now unfortunately at this point, the batteries on my camera gave out. But if they hadn't this is what I would have taken pictures of: The coifed and fur lined lizard people pushing their way though the crowd. They wore Bush and Dick insignia easily identifying them as people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was some smart assed replies to the protesters' chants, one drunk fucker stumbling through spitting on people and people clutching their purses and children (in that order) as if they were scared for their lives. This went on for a good hour, and despite the fact that this was the only time that I saw that it got a little ugly. That’s what these people brought with them, some ugliness to counter our indignation.

Now remember, it was fucking cold out there. The parade was supposed to start off about 2 PM. It didn’t start until after 3. That’s when the media trucks started to drive by. Camera crews and reporters riding on the back of the large bed trucks. A few seconds after that, the newly minted Boy King finally made his appearance. His black, tinted limo was flanked by various other vehicles, armed Secret Service agents running along side and a fleet of cops sped passed by thousands of pissed off people. Behinds the lines, our signs raised a little higher, the boos were almost deafening and the excitement was thick enough to be cut with a knife. Dick came right behind him, only to be greeted with more boos. After a couple of other cars when by, the air went out out of the frozen crowd. We were tired, hungry and cold. But we let our voices be heard. It was time to leave, time to get a drink, so Estimated Prophet and I made our well worn way back to the exit.

Now as we made our way back, we ran into none other that Senator John McCain walking past us with a couple of staff members. I couldn’t help but think that this could have been his day, if he hadn’t been fucked over by Georgie Boy and Karl in South Cackalacka. E.P. agreed.

End of part one.