perfidy

Walking around town over lunch, I ran into a protest happening at McPherson Square. There, right under the General's Horse's Ass, were a bunch of people in red hats shouting a lot. So far, so typical. Goofy sartorial choices go hand in hand with loud shouting in DC. As I got close enough to read the signs, I became sorely befuddled. For the signs read something like this:

Which seemed to me like Bush was fighting AIDS, and these people would like it if he'd just stop. This message was in stark contrast to the rather fey appearance of most of the protestors.

The group sponsoring the protest can be found here, but I found no evidence of the mysterious signs at their site. Sadly, I didn't have my phone with me, else I would have snapped a few pics.

Then, when I finally arrived at the Chinese buffet, I noticed for the first time that behind the counter was displayed a Kimber Mfg. calendar. Kimber, as in the firearms manufacturer responsible for my own personal weapon, the Kimber Custom .45ACP. A weapon that, I might add, is fully illegal for Chinese restaurateurs in DC to own.

And Friday, the smelliest bum I have ever encountered assaulted another, less smelly bum right outside my office. This match-up was not as impressive as those offered by Bumfights empresssario (and now felon) xxx, but I did see the less loathsome bum do about a 4.5 40 trying to escape either a) his opponent's fearsome martial arts skills; or b) the aftermath of said bum's use of his own pants as a porta-john. Two police officers and several security guards did nothing but smile patronizingly. Eventually, one of the building maintenance staff came along and hosed down the spot where the violent bum had been standing.

And one of these days, I will discover the mysteries of 1086 Vermont Ave., NW. I think it may be... a brothel. The prostitutes are usually out on the street over the noon hour, then retire to wherever prostitutes hang out whilst their clients are working; and then stand watch for most of the evening. Some even are still working at six or seven in the morning, or so I have been told. I'm usually not in that early, but I have reliable sources. (The guards at my building.) Apparently there is a brisk trade in illicit sex in the alley behind my office building at all hours of the day.

Well, there are a lot of lobbyists around.