The Indianapolis Tea Party starts at five today, so that after you've finished earning money for The Man, Coppertop, you can go down to the statehouse and tell him what you think about it.
Various wannabe vote-suckers will have booths set up at three p.m., just in case you'd like to go early and get lied to face-to-face.
Joanna will be there, cleverly disguised as a hippie via the ruse of riding a bicycle.
I'm toying with the idea of attending myself, and I never go to marches, rallies, or protests, but I'm feeling a little fed up these days, y'know? That's the thing about these Tea Parties that the media is completely missing out on: You can get college students to riot over anything, but when you've got Ma and Pa Kettle so pissed off that they manage to squeeze in some amateur sign-carrying and protest-chanting between a hard day at work and picking up the kids from soccer practice, you have wakened a sleeping giant, my friend.