Driving home last night, I saw a few lonely sign wavers on the north side of Northwest Highway. "Bring our troops home now," the signs urged, and I thought: Hey. That's nice. A totally depoliticized protest of our country's ongoing wars, just some guys who, on a comfortable Tuesday evening, felt the urge to voice their displeasure with our sending kids to get their faces blown off and to return home to an unfamiliar world where they suffer through PSTD, unemployment and trading cha-cha tips with Nancy Grace, unimaginable scenarios all of them.
But, no. Just as I was about to honk in support of their efforts, I noticed the sign-wielders across the street, the ones asking me to honk for Ron Paul: Texas congressman, Presidential hopeful, TSA assault victim. I thought it was odd to see them near NorthPark Center, since they usually like to congregate near the Federal Reserve building on Woodall Rodgers. Maybe they heard Richard Fisher had plans to catch an early showing of I Don't Know How She Does It.
Anyway, I pulled over and heard all about the media's "black out" of candidates who don't fit the narrative, which would have seemed so wacky and endearing if it weren't sorta true. They also told me they used meetup.com to throw together last night's rally, which I assume is because they think Facebook is an arm of the government?
