THE LUNATICS ARE ON THE GRASS:
D.C. is like a ghost town today. The anti-globilization/anarchist/communist/socialist/dirt-hippie/clueless
protesters descended upon the city today in order to disrupt the meeting of the World Bank and the IMF, as well as anyone else who conveniently got in the way. Only most of Washington's daytime denizens gave the crowd a collective head fake and decided to work from home today. That is, except for the D.C. police. They came to work ready and willing to take charge, which happened right on cue.
It seems that a few of the rowdier, and coincidentally grungier, protesters (a.k.a. Anarchists) revealed the power of their intellectually stimulating arguments against globilization, etc. by breaking the window of a bank. "Why a bank?" you might ask, "Why not one of the thousands of coffee bars that populate pretty much every street corner?" Well if they did that, then where would they rally later for their "die-in"? No, the bank is the obvious, if not the wisest, choice. In fact, this may have been the anarchists most clever moment since they are here protesting the World
Bank after all. Thus far they haven't managed to articulate a coherent argument for or against anything. At least this shows they're aiming in a consistent direction.
So a few anarchists bravely assault a closed bank, striking fear into the hearts of capitalists everywhere, which, of course, sets in motion the predictable rounding up the usual suspects. "Hey you! Yeah you with the orange dreadlocks, tied-dye shirt that hasn't been washed in months, canvas knapsack full of 'Save The Rainforest' flyers and weed, and smelling like patchoulie. Get in the wagon now!" And then the equally predictable "resistence" which rather resembles the Keystone Kops trying to round up Bozo and his buddies and force them back into the ridiculously small car they recently emerged from. I actually saw one of the "captured" protesters trying to film everything with his $1000 digital camera, while "resisting" and shouting as many obscenities as he could think (which as far as I could make out was two -- "fuck" and "asshole"), so maybe we will get to see a speeded-up version set to carnival music.
In the very least, the idiots-on-parade made my commute quite roomy this morning and will no doubt afford a certain luxury this evening when I travel to my sister-in-law's rehearsal dinner in relatively traffic-free conditions. So maybe this protesting thing ain't so bad afterall.