To the zealots who staged the "Free Mumia" protest rally that clogged up Third and Fourth Avenue during rush hour on Friday, October 22nd -- I hope you all choke on your collective, self-righteous vomit. Do you really think you accomplished anything? As one of many people stuck on an over-crowded bus while you plodded down the street, spewing your mindless stale dribble, I can say for a fact that all you did was cause complete irritation toward yourself and your cause.
Personally, I couldn't care less if Mumia fries like Sunday morning bacon after what you did. Do you think the police and the politicians give two jerks and a squirt about your demands? You sure didn't affect their weekend plans. In fact, I'd almost be willing to bet they didn't even know you were there until they came into work on Monday and heard the receptionist bitching about the extra $50 she had to pay for being an hour late to pick up her kids from daycare.
Why is it that "revolutionaries" always take out their aggressions on the innocent stuck in the middle? Well, my black-clad beret-babies, I'm not on the fence any more. There is a time and a place to get your points across in a way that will have a positive effect. Clogging up Downtown on a Friday evening wasn't it. But if you absolutely have to do it? At least get a better chant.
