Tara Duncan
Virtually every day in large metropolitan areas you can look out the window and see a parade passing by. Some draw moderate attention - the nude bicyclists (I'm still not sure how they managed to pull that off) - but most pass relatively unnoticed. Last weekend the mother of all protest marches went by, blocking main streets and thoroughfares for what seemed like an eternity.
I watched as people passed by with signs for "native rights", anti-GMO, water conservation, anti-frakking, anti-abortion, gay marriage rights; trying to make sense of whether there was a general theme. It was prohibitively hot and there seemed to be no consensus among the "protesters" as to any general theme. I congratulate everyone for showing up, but with the possible exception of sun stroke, I'm at a loss as to what they may have accomplished.
It reminded me a lot of a scene from Terry Gilliam's 1985 Movie, Brazil.