- 9:19 PM, Thursday,
September 22nd, 2005:
- Boy did that
feeling hit me today. This was the right thing to do.
It's crazy to take this much time off work, it's a
fortune in terms of money lost, it will deplete a
chunk of my savings - but you know what, I'll live. I
can do it. I believe in this and I want to give this
every ounce of support I can muster. When
I found Camp Casey today and talked to them,
everyone seem genuinely thankful that I made the trip
all the way from Los Angeles just for this. It all
started to sink in. By the end of the day I knew
wholeheartedly - this was the right move.
- However it did
occur to me that spending the day in D.C. could
provide little in the way of good reading material.
Talk about "It's all been done before". What, do
I take pictures of the capitol building,
washington monument? ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. If I can't
do it different than what you've seen before,
I just can't get my heart into it. So I walk up
to the White House and what to my surprise? There's a
big-ass button in front of the gate. You guys ever
- A big, ass,
button. I think I lasted about 3.7 seconds
before I had to push this button. Watch the end
of the video
to figure out what happened. But seriously, how has no
one ever said anything about this before.
- So as to be
expected, lots of tourists around taking pictures. I
have to admit, I look at the people from other
countries and do feel bad. Other countries don't pull
punches. Their media across the board paints Iraq and
Katrina in the light it deserves, and I'm almost
amazed there is much of an international tourism
industry these days. But alas, many lined up to get a
picture with the ol' white house. I did hear this
guy say: "...and I voted for the
bastard..." as I walked by which made me
- Now I've been to
DC before so I wasn't as enamored with the
sites. And really, it's amazing what it feels like
when you're literally embarrassed by the current
administration. The normal symbols don't ring as true.
It is still nicely laid out and inspiring.
- ...I mean -
that's cool. Especially cool as a military man walked
up the steps right in the shot as I filmed in the
video. Even marched in time with the music. Word. Of
course behind me is probably the best monument in all
- Leave it to me
however to notice that Lincoln straight up has a
statue booger like nobody's business...
looks almost planted you know? So funny. Haven't the
slightest idea what that is.
- Didn't check out
much more than the big monuments, as I'll be down all
day on Saturday. I was however able to find one
my dad's friends on the Vietnam memorial. Christ
that's incredibly depressing. What have we learned in
30 years man... Whew.
- I actually
stumbled upon Camp Casey. Casey is Cindy Sheehan's son
who died last year (04.04.04 strangely enough) in Iraq
and is the reason behind this whole cross country
tour. I'm sure you've heard all about her on the news
pre-Katrina. I actually hung out with them for
awhile. Donated some money, got a shirt and some
buttons for Saturday. Helped them put up some signs in
the tent and was actually the first person to sign the
final "Where have you come from" country tarp that
everyone signs at every stop.
- Yeah, had to throw
the .com in there. Why the hell not. LOL. Anyway,
there will definitely be more about all of them this
Saturday but suffice to say, I realized very
quickly that I had done the right thing. The
majority of these people were veterans, families of
veterans and their message is just a desperate plea
for sanity. Hell I took off a couple weeks, many
of these people took off several months and have given
every second of their day to raise awareness for this.
Basically, it's time folks. It's time to start the
process of ending this. There is absolutely no more
justifications, they've all been proven wrong. Stop
the posturing and finger blaming and SAVE LIVES.
There will be 20,000 people saying just that Saturday
and it's a start. This is how it happens. In time the
numbers grow, they effect poll numbers, they change
minds. We've more than proven that we can't handle our
own shit at home, the last thing we can do is solve
the world's supposed problems.
- Bring them home
- PS - the dude in
was this old vet who had written a poem about things.
Thought it was a good way to tie in the sights from
the day. I'll try to get his name tomorrow to give him