Senile demonstrators demonstrate on wrong day in Berlin
A group of about 200 apparently very old and memory-challenged radical left individuals got the month mixed up and held their annual May 1st Berlin riot on April 1st instead.
Although most of the ancient anarchists were said to be not quite sure anymore about precisely what it was they were demonstrating against or why they were destroying things, this didn’t really seem to bother anybody because most of these ancient anarchists were never really quite sure about what it was they were demonstrating against or why they were destroying things even when they were younger.
“We have always seen May 1st to be the proper day to demonstrate against, uh, what was it again?” Screamed one agitated oldie into a bullhorn he had forgotten to turn on. “That’s right,” snapped another old fart leaning on a cane next to him. “And as long as the Americans refuse to pull their troops out of Vietnam,” he continued. “And provided we haven’t kicked the bucket, of course, you can bet that we’ll be back here next May 1st, too.”
Ich demonstriere, also bin ich.
Although most of the ancient anarchists were said to be not quite sure anymore about precisely what it was they were demonstrating against or why they were destroying things, this didn’t really seem to bother anybody because most of these ancient anarchists were never really quite sure about what it was they were demonstrating against or why they were destroying things even when they were younger.
“We have always seen May 1st to be the proper day to demonstrate against, uh, what was it again?” Screamed one agitated oldie into a bullhorn he had forgotten to turn on. “That’s right,” snapped another old fart leaning on a cane next to him. “And as long as the Americans refuse to pull their troops out of Vietnam,” he continued. “And provided we haven’t kicked the bucket, of course, you can bet that we’ll be back here next May 1st, too.”
Ich demonstriere, also bin ich.
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Ah, the spring. The sound of marching feet, or rather shuffling feet, the smell of incense, patchouli oil and Ben Gay, the sound of scratchy 45's, the oversized print signs for the visually challenged and most of all the shared memories of great battles in the past and those to come. After the afternoon nap, of course! (Comment this)