The "Grandmothers for Peace" were out in force the other day...sigh...dang it, I hate to pick on someone's grandmother, but then I got to thinkin', perhaps they're exploiting that whole angle in the hopes they'll get a pass. You might as well call yourself "Cute Little Babies for Peace" or "Fuzzy Bunnies for Peace". It's a preemptive strike. (Oh, the irony!) And how come they never have any of those so called "grandchildren" with them, hmm?
Look, we all want peace, right? Of course we do, doesn't that go without saying? It's just that some people think peace is achieved by shutting up and being good and some people think it's achieved by making the other guy, the one who's making things non-peaceful in the first place, shut up and be good. And sometimes the only way to do that is to, you know, kill them, or at least make it very clear that you could. I pray for peace every single day, as does every person I know. But it ain't gonna happen by standing on a posh retail corner in 2-inch kitten heals and a tennis visor, where the only danger is the possibility of being hit by a sale from Talbot's. (Though I did appreciate the dedication to to cute footwear even while wasting an afternoon holding up meaningless signs under the hot sun.)
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