Ok, so it wasn't exactly my greatest moment, but it was an event that was instrumental in my decision to start blogging. I thought I had lost the picture forever -- Yahoo pulled the story down before I could save the image, and Google hadn't cached it (thanks for nothing, Google). But this afternoon, thanks to Google, I was able to find a site that had saved the image locally.
I'm the devastatingly handsome fellow in the brown jacket who is having his civil rights viciously infringed. Not shown: me totally flipping out and chopping the heads off of like 150 anti-war pansies.
Go read the account of my first (and possibly last) protest.
Is that guy just ripping the sign out of your hands? Well, what do you expect in Ashcroft's America? ; )
Quit crushing my dissent, you peace-facist!
Wow, you were crushed by the crushing of the crushing of dissent! I remember seeing this picture, where... on LGF?
Hate to ask, Michael, but what's that yellow puddle under your feet?
Those are the tears I shed for Saddam's victims.