Saturday was the straw that broke the camel's back for me - I'm sick and tired of these stupid futile protests.  On the one hand, you've got a bunch of people "speaking their minds" in sound bytes and achieving about as much as a Boy Scout Jamboree.  On the other hand, the city's resources are stretched, money is spent to pay police overtime, and invariably The Bar will end up packed to the brim with drunken midwesterners who act like "stop the war" really means "toga party."  Of course we all remember the inauguration two years ago, when Adams Morgan was filled with that delightful combo of tuxedoed republicans, hippies, and anarchist tweens.  That was great, really.  Well Saturday night was even better.  After throwing a guy out for trying to steal a rug, watching a guy raise his fist and nearly hit his girlfriend before pinballing it through the bar to the bathroom, and people generally treating the staff like they were piles of dog shit, I was convinced the terrorists had created a weapon of mass douchery and exploded it within our fair city. 

Look, I'm against the war as much as the next sane person, and I wholeheartedly believe in the right to free speech and free association...  But come on, there are plenty of other cities in this country.  I hear Miami has great protesting weather.  And the Space Needle is way cooler than the Washington Monument - why not take your next protest to Seattle?  And who could forget the protest capital of the world, Sheboygan, Wisconsin.  They also have lots of cheese.  So please, protesters, the next time you want the Congress to pass one of those really cool, really effective non-binding resolutions, consider taking it somewhere else.

Addendum:

Vomit.