As news hit that Tropical Storm Isaac had delayed the Republican National Convention, about 60 protesters milled around their tents in muggy downtown Tampa under a cloudless sky waiting to let their collective voice be heard by the world.
…They call their tent city Romneyville, a play on the Hoovervilles, shantytowns of the Great Depression. The encampment was established last month by a local homeless advocacy group, the Poor People’s Economic Human Rights Campaign. It sits in a vacant lot just off an interstate ramp behind an army-navy surplus store.
In the past week activists from around the nation have trickled in and joined the ranks of local homeless protesters. John Penley, a longtime East Village anarchist activist who helped organize Occupy Wall Street protests in New York, holds court at the media information tent. Diamond Dave Whitaker, a self-professed beatnik of the San Francisco Rainbow Coalition scene, takes a break on a mattress from preparing meals outside a beat-up former school bus.
Penley said an estimated 600 Occupy protesters from New York are anticipated to join them, but Isaac has thrown a monkey wrench into the plans of protesters as well as those of convention organizers.
Elsewhere in Tampa Bay, protesters gathered to reassess plans. They shared methods of civil disobedience and discussed legal rights. The feminist antiwar group Code Pink prepared a banner of vaginas and costumes to match. A person in a furry panda suit with a giant A, an anarchist symbol, called herself a Pandorist and greeted passersby in historic Ybor City—although few delegates appeared to visit the bohemian nightlife district…
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Those Code Pink ‘dancers’ are not vaginas. They’re assholes. No wonder they can’t get a man.
Wait…
The current #Occupant of the White House continues the war in the ‘stan, continues Club Gitmo and passes a resolution that he, his own self on hiz own say so, can decide which American citizens to drone to death?
And these Virginias* are protesting the party out of power?
A] I see they are not serious about what they say they are serious about.
2] No one is afraid of your cheap, polyester costume. ['cept the iSlamopithicans] But tkx for hanging your identity ’round your neck.
*s’eyeroll*
*if’n they was mens I’da called ‘em Richards
♫ Here we come, on the run… ♪
Refrains from comment about fwench shower.
“Congress respect women”…who dance around in vagina costumes singing about vaginas!
And after 100 years of woman demanding they not be judged by their sex organs, we now have this.
But there is another…
It’s sad that some people are so lonely that they have to join groups like this, just for the companionship.
OTOH, if it keeps the bleedin’ coonts away from me, I’m all for it!
Soooo, the faces & baad hair are positioned right for the “…man in a boat…”? JFC, I would not look at that through heavy lenses, for fear of a lunch blow!!!
(If I was there I would roll up some single bed mattresses, covered by a white fart sack; a thick rope hanging out of one end—and throw them on the ground in front of these stoopid pussies…………)
Romneyville? Fucking ROMNEYVILLE?! Who so these fucking nit wits think is president right now?
Skanks
The “Occupy the Army-Navy Store” group is probably the ripest. No showers and tents in the damp Tampa heat makes for some interesting fungi and bad odors. I bet even the rats are staying away.
For one thing she has no rhythm which could be a big problem having to buy her own birth control.
??? I worked the OB floor for almost 10 years and them don’t look like any vaginas I ever did see. That thar’s ’nuff birf control right thar. How hell does that happen to a female brain?
They’re gonna lose the gay vote for Obama if they keep throwing vaginas around.
Patrick (10) beat me to it, dammit!
Patrick (13) I shudder to think what you’re idea of what a pro-gay costume would be. ;)
(What? One-eyed snakes. Well, yeah, that wouldn’t shudder me.)
Now all’s I got left is Pandarer.
… and, well, that for once they’re costumed up as what they are.
Geeze, the horror of having so little individuality and such a lack of personal dignity that one would go out in pubic that way.
(What? No, it’s not misspelt.)
Perhaps the rain will take care of the smell?
Yeah, because we want to see a bunch of giant, wet, wilted vaginas. Eek.
Hooverville? I thought I heard hooterville! After all, its right up the road a piece from Joe Redner’s place … boy is my face red
“… They call their tent city Romneyville, a play on the Hoovervilles,….”
I thought it was a play on Potterville.
HooHooville