The Gerriatric Anti-War Movement
Funny, and true!
“A man could make a fortune selling Geritol to these people.”
Capitalist stooge that I am, that was my first reaction upon reaching the Washington Mall last Saturday to observe tens of thousands of demonstrators rally against the war in Iraq.
Expecting a healthy turnout of idealistic youths, I was surprised to find that the crowd was comprised predominantly of middle-aged ‘60s throwbacks looking to recapture the glory days of the jarring folk music, campus occupations, and general social chaos that accompanied the Vietnam War. When the Raging Grannies showed up, it was hard to distinguish them from the rest of the crowd.
What a disappointment. Nothing against the old folks, but they simply can’t match the energy of a young crowd of college kids unencumbered by work responsibilities or age-related health problems. The whole rally was flat, dispirited, and even boring. I felt especially sorry for the speakers: it’s hard to rile up a crowd when so many attendees are afraid to stray too far from the porta-potties.
Is there anything more pathetic than a long-haired, pot-bellied, stoned sexagenarian waving some obscene sign about the suggesting a sexual union between the President and Hitler because he thinks doing so will transport him back to the romantic age of drugs, free love and unwashed hippies?
I don’t think so.
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