Rally To Restore Sanity and/or Fear

the rally will be tomorrow, saturday, october 30 in DC and i'm sad to say that i won't be able to go! very sad... so my tv machine is set to record it (9a.m. PST). and in the afternoon several like-minded neighbors will gather here at dome central to drink some wine, dine on snacky things and have our own rally as we watch the recorded rally in DC. evidently, according to Jim, there will be a carry-over group who will stay to watch some kind of game... don't know if it's fball or bball and don't care much either way as i'm sure i'll be able to find something else to do and will enjoy my ipod at sufficient volume to drown out any of that irritating game noise! i'm so wishing for more sanity and less fear in this country... and on the planet!

in the words of Jon Stewart:

“I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore!”

Who among us has not wanted to open their window and shout that at the top of their lungs?

Seriously, who?

Because we’re looking for those people. We’re looking for the people who think shouting is annoying, counterproductive, and terrible for your throat; who feel that the loudest voices shouldn’t be the only ones that get heard; and who believe that the only time it’s appropriate to draw a Hitler mustache on someone is when that person is actually Hitler. Or Charlie Chaplin in certain roles.

Are you one of those people? Excellent. Then we’d like you to join us in Washington, DC on October 30 — a date of no significance whatsoever — at the Daily Show’s “Rally to Restore Sanity.”

Ours is a rally for the people who’ve been too busy to go to rallies, who actually have lives and families and jobs (or are looking for jobs) — not so much the Silent Majority as the Busy Majority. If we had to sum up the political view of our participants in a single sentence… we couldn’t. That’s sort of the point.

Think of our event as Woodstock, but with the nudity and drugs replaced by respectful disagreement; the Million Man March, only a lot smaller, and a bit less of a sausage fest; or the Gathering of the Juggalos, but instead of throwing our feces at Tila Tequila, we’ll be actively *not* throwing our feces at Tila Tequila. Join us in the shadow of the Washington Monument. And bring your indoor voice. Or don’t. If you’d rather stay home, go to work, or drive your kids to soccer practice… Actually, please come anyway. Ask the sitter if she can stay a few extra hours, just this once. We’ll make it worth your while.