It Begins ... March 17. Saturday. Another incompetent, ill-conceived, poorly run, walking, shrieking, fist-shaking menagerie of geriatric boomers, bullhorns, angry "youths", "Che" tote-bags and lefty beret-wearing "revolutionary" wannabes. The made-in-media, pseudo-anarchist "Revolution" of suburban poseurs once again rears it's unkempt, bed-matted head. These folks have to do something between bong parties in their parent's basement while dad cleans the gutters. And, yes, someone has to blog it. See you there.