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I hate protesters. It doesn’t matter what they are protesting. Protesters are a sign of disorder, and I hate disorder. There are ways to garner change in society, there are ways to persuade people to your point of view. These ways NEVER involve standing outside and yelling at someone and waving signs. Aside from that, who has time to do this sort of thing? Don’t people work?

None the less, I was content with ignoring the whole Cindy Sheehan mess (the same way I am content to ignore folks like Rush Limbaugh) UNTIL I read about something that really hit home. These damned jobless/aimless miscreants destroyed a Vespa!!!!

Her “coordinator” Lisa Fithian backed a GAS GUZZLING RV into a nice environmentally friendly Vespa. How very PC of her! Just read this:

After a few more questions, Sheehan headed back to the RVs. When the group arrived, someone turned on an external sound system, which began playing “The Very Best of Peter, Paul and Mary.” The air was filled with folk music from many decades ago.
“This land is your land, this land is my land…”
The entourage began to pull away. But just at that moment, as the RV in the rear of the group began to move, someone on the sidewalk yelled out, “The Vespa! The Vespa!” It turns out the rear bumper of the RV had caught on a motorcycle parked on the sidewalk; when the RV moved forward, it dragged the Vespa to the ground and broke off a large piece of its windshield.
Peter, Paul and Mary kept singing. “How many roads must a man walk down? Before you call him a man?”
Fithian stuck her head outside the RV. “Oh, sh*t,” she said, seeing the fallen cycle.
“You broke the Vespa!” someone yelled from the street. “You broke the Vespa!

But wait! Let’s explore this criminal action a bit closer to see just how close Ms. Fithian was to WALKING away from the accident (I think the article was being kind by saying she was going to leave a note)! Observe as a good Samaritan comes out and witnesses them covering up their criminal actions. Now that she has been seen, she has to stay.

Fithian called for some men to help her prop up the cycle. She then began to write a note to leave for the Vespa’s owner. At that point, a man came out of a building — he said he knew who owned the cycle — and began to write down the RV’s license plate number. He said he would go find the owner.
Fithian decided to wait. Unable to stay still for long, she paced back and forth for a while before pulling out a cigarette. “No wonder I started smoking,” she said as she lighted up.

Oh yeah… the man really oppresses you but you still smoke his cigarettes. I bet you are gonna sue someone when you get cancer too you hippie freak.

Peter, Paul and Mary kept singing. “It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe…”
After a while, the owner, a middle-aged man, came out, carrying a small digital camera. He was quite understanding about the accident and exchanged information with Fithian. He took a few pictures of the damage. Fithian pulled out the RV rental brochure — on the front, it said “Your fun has just begun” — and pulled out a document to give the man. There was a long wait while someone went inside to copy it.

He was WAY nicer than I would have been. I would have INSISTED on waiting for an accident report from a police officer.