3. Cindy Sheehan.
I'm starting out with this photo as a segue from the Media Swarm piece below. This photo tells a completely different story, I think, about the media's relation to tools like Cindy. As before, please CLICK on any image to see a more detailed view. I'd recommend it for this particular photo (above).
Somewhere between the "Momma Moonbat" of the right and the "Saint Cindy" of the left stands a somewhat bewildered Cindy Sheehan.
Click HERE for a video of Cindy talking, including some of the interaction between her and myself.
Click HERE for the same video in a smaller, more readily streamed yet more lossy version.
As I said in my post below, it's not that I don't like Cindy ... now that I've met her. Like I said, I'd watch and feed her cats if she went out of town. But this is a woman with absolutely no charisma. It seems to me that she's someone's sad, bewildered tool. Rarely, I think, has such a parasitic relationship been so obvious. I really try to keep an open mind. And, in my attempt to keep an open mind, I find that I feel very sorry for her.
Watching the video I can't escape the feel of the grind of the constant monotone drone of the grey, flat, overplayed platitudes. There's no innovation here ... there's coaching. You can almost see the strings.
That's me in the second section where she's looking directly at the camera. [UPDATE: sorry for the confusion ... thats not me in the second PICTURE above ... I'm talking about the video.] OK, my question wasn't the best and I should have followed up. Give me a break. If you could have looked behind me you would have seen a wasps-nest of media cameras and mikes. I was lucky to get out what I did.
I'm not sure what happened to her, but if Cindy was there when we got to the White House I never saw her ... but I find it hard to believe that I missed her. Wherever she goes so goeth the media.
Try not to click this particular picture. This is about as much detail as you're going to want. Unless you're a Saint Cindy worshipper. And believe me, I saw a LOT of that before the march. I saw people bow their heads in her presence.
For me, though, she reminded me of a rather plain next-door neighbor. Keeps her lawn mowed, flowers in the garden. A cat or two. We speak pleasantly if we meet in the grocery store, maybe gawk about the weather. After a shuffle of feet we take separate aisles.
OK, cleanse your eyes with a few protest babes. The percentage of these was higher than I had anticipated. This is something to consider.
There was a good span of age and ethnicity in the march ... mostly women and a handful of men. All very nice people ... I'm sure each and every one would give anyone ... even Bush ... the shirt off their back if they saw there was a real human need. This wasn't the dark left, or if it was there it was kept under wraps. This was more the goofy left, but with a more potent punch.
Keep scrolling down for more Code Pink. I have lots more photos and more video.