So, the other day a bunch of hippies went to the beach, via various oil-powered conveyances.
Once they got there, they all walked out on the sand and stood in a big line,
joined hands and thought happy thoughts.
They didn't actually do anything
except apologize to Mother Gaia, perhaps in faux dolphin-speak.
As
children and adults formed a 150-yard chain along the Pacific coastline their
message was clear.
"We
know that oil is not the answer," said Erkeneff. "The poor fishermen
didn't ask for this. The ocean didn't ask for it. Now is the time. If not now,
then when?"
Listen, hippie, those poor fishermen don't exactly row their boats out to sea, if you catch my meaning.
In sum total, what you people did was drive someplace where there wasn't a
problem, complain about something you don't fully understand, get in the way of
people who may actually be performing a function, and then do nothing, en masse, except hope that someone else
notices your little snit and makes it all better.
My god, if there's a more perfect metaphor for the modern progressive movement,
I've never seen it.
