The White House. Access to this building is usually controlled by a large metal fence, vicious and unrelenting security, possibly land mines beneath the grass, and definitely snipers on the roof. However, today, it is guarded by much, much more. A few police, and a feeble temporary crowd control fence. Why?
Because outside of its walls the masses have gathered with signs, flags, face paint and other nefarious tools of the so-called trade.
But why have these people come? What is their so-caled trade? The White House seems quite unconcerned.
They are protesters, the untouchable sludge of the political world. Their signs and dead eyes give them away.
These signs, which vary from person to person, serve to explain their owners intentions and feelings to those around them. The owner of this sign, for example, is clearly protesting the actions taken by certain underworld crime bosses named after aquatic spheniscidae.
This protester is attempting to convince his cohorts to use Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional.
This protester draws peoples attentions to the biblical significance of their actions. Indeed, who would Jesus bomb? Are not all people equal and loved in the eyes of Jesus? Should we not, therefore, bomb everyone?
Some, however, do not carry signs. They wander through the crowd aimlessly, merely content to be part of the gathering.
Others seem uninterested in the protest. In fact, this one seemed to be far more interested in her flavored ice. What is her purpose? She is dissuading other protesters from their mission with her delicious, refreshing flavored ice. Let us ignore her, lest we fall prey to her scheme as well.
Others go even further, and transform their entire appearance. This protester, clearly, is an Old West bandit. He is likely to rob your trains and stagecoaches, if you have such thing.
"The Man" grows restless with this menagerie hovering so close to the White House. Backup is called, and men with dogs appear. Clearly these protesters are having a large effect. Their voices are being heard! They are ready and willing to fight off "The Man's" rabid dogs of oppression. The White House must answer their pleas! It must!
Or must it? The White House appears, as ever, quite unimpressed. It sits back, gazes at its lazily gurgling fountain, and contemplates other issues. The crowd, discouraged, moves off to another building that might be more inclined to listen, and finding that it is, in fact, more likely to listen, hasten to allow themselves to be arrested.
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