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Our favorite artist, the brilliant Ron Crawford, went to the “Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear” in Washington DC this past Saturday, November 30th and captured his impression of the crowd of over over two hundred thousand folks. (Which dwarfed the crowd at Glenn Beck’s rally.)
If you look closely, I think Ron has actually drawn every one of the quarter of a million progressive sanity enthusiasts at the rally, hosted by The Daily Show host John Stewart and Stephen Colbert (yet another funny Northwestern University alumnus.)
Click on Ron’s drawing to enlarge it. You don’t want to miss all those Rondraw details!
And because Ron couldn’t draw ALL the inspired signs, placards and banners he saw, Gardner Loulan sent me this link to the 100 Best Rally for Sanity Signs.
In 1860, as our Nation neared another Great Crisis in its history, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote a stirring poem immortalizing the exploits of the Revolutionary War hero Paul Revere during our country’s first Hour of Great Crisis. Now, as a Lesser but Sill Great Crisis looms, allow me, with all apologies, to paraphrase that great American poet with the following ballot box ballad.
Listen, fellow voters, and hear the call
Of the midnight post of Progressive Paul
On the eighth of October, Two Thousand Ten;
Hardly a man must be reminded again
In Delaware, Illinois, and up in Wisconsin,
Our foemen are gathered from out of the loony bin.
In Kentucky, Alaska and Harry’s Nevada,
The Tea Party GOP with ideas nada,
Are nonetheless poised for a hostile invasion
To turn backward the Progress of our Hopeful nation.
And Carly and Meg from their coffers untold,
In headlines, on TV, it’s easy to laugh
At the witch-dabbling jokes writ by Letterman’s staff
But the serious Consequence of all this madness,
Could add up this November to electoral sadness
And those who are safe and asleep in their bed
When a new morning breaks on that Day of Decision,
Must rise up and march to the polls with firm tread,
You know what can happen. In the books you have read,
How our previous enemies fired and fled,
How our Patriot heroes gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall.
Yet this time the Redcoats are deep in disguise,
With faux populist flags waving, stars in their eyes,
With pockets full-laden with Corporate gold,
So through this dark night writes Progressive Paul;
And so through the night goes his cry of “Awake”!
To every American city and state,
A cry of defiance – a rallying call,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a blog post that shall echo forevermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the days of darkness and peril and fog,
Lefties and Democrats rise to the call
Of the tapping computer keys of his blog,
And the midnight post of Progressive Paul.