The exercise:
Write about: the protest.
Things just get more and more interesting to the south. Who knows when and where and how this will all come to an end.
Another quiet day at work. Still not a complaint.
Mine:
A show of silent unity,
Against a loud-mouthed bully,
That some people don't seem to get -
At least not fully.
They kneel, they sit, they link their arms,
And ignore those who cry folly!
Determined to win this battle
Without firing a volley...
Showing posts with label Protest Prompt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Protest Prompt. Show all posts
Sunday November 9th, 2008
The exercise:
The starter for today is: protest.
Mine:
I was in the Bay downtown this afternoon with Kat spending my roulette winnings on a new watch. Which I'm very happy with, but I shall refrain from getting into that. For today.
While I was paying for my nifty new timepiece (sorry) there was a bit of a commotion at the nearest entrance, maybe thirty or forty feet from where we were standing. It took a few moments but we eventually determined there was some sort of anti-fur protest going on.
It wasn't immediately obvious what was happening because their shouts were almost indecipherable. After consulting with the sales lady we decided the last bit of their repeated chant was "Don't buy fur!" Lord only knows what else they were saying.
Here's the thing: I fully support their cause; besides being cruel to their original owners, I think most clothing that incorporates fur is just plain old ugly. But you know what? This is not the way to go about spreading the word. The only thing these people accomplished today (other than possibly ending up in jail) was annoying everyone in the store. They didn't gain any support screeching out some unintelligible slogan - hell, I was tempted to ask for my watch in the fur-trimmed version.
You know you're doing it wrong when you're protesting for a good cause but everyone who sees you considers you an annoying lunatic.
The starter for today is: protest.
Mine:
I was in the Bay downtown this afternoon with Kat spending my roulette winnings on a new watch. Which I'm very happy with, but I shall refrain from getting into that. For today.
While I was paying for my nifty new timepiece (sorry) there was a bit of a commotion at the nearest entrance, maybe thirty or forty feet from where we were standing. It took a few moments but we eventually determined there was some sort of anti-fur protest going on.
It wasn't immediately obvious what was happening because their shouts were almost indecipherable. After consulting with the sales lady we decided the last bit of their repeated chant was "Don't buy fur!" Lord only knows what else they were saying.
Here's the thing: I fully support their cause; besides being cruel to their original owners, I think most clothing that incorporates fur is just plain old ugly. But you know what? This is not the way to go about spreading the word. The only thing these people accomplished today (other than possibly ending up in jail) was annoying everyone in the store. They didn't gain any support screeching out some unintelligible slogan - hell, I was tempted to ask for my watch in the fur-trimmed version.
You know you're doing it wrong when you're protesting for a good cause but everyone who sees you considers you an annoying lunatic.
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