Blogworld has been buzzing regarding the treatment of Minuteman Project founder Jim Gilchrist at Columbia University in New York.
Apparently he was invited to speak by one set of students, and during his speech he was rushed and run over by another set of students.
Lots of people out there venting their spleens over the actions of these kids and the lack of reaction by the staff at Columbia -- as well they should.
College kids -- unless things have changed drastically since my college daze -- are a seething mass of hormones, away from home for the first time and possessing no significant Life Experience; desperately seeking guidance whilst being supervised by folks with less life experience than the kids.
In other words, if you're the cynical, twisted type college kids can be fun to play with.
Bunch of college kids got riled up by a PeTA-favouring perfesser and proceeded to picket the commons area of the university then being attended by an Anonymous Furry Individual of the Legal Canine Type and His Brother.
I'd like to say that Chris and I were attempting to make a point, but the truth is, we were having fun playing with the pawns.
Anyhoo, upon discovering the demonstration, Chris and I hot-footed it over to the library, found some lovely pictures of a frilled lizard<> and proceeded to violate several copyrights by using it to make placards, catchily labeled:
SAVE THE NAUGA!
NAUGAHYDE BELONGS ON NAUGAS -- NOT SOFAS!
(and my personal favourite)
NAUGAS NEED LOVE, TOO!
Thereupon, we promptly fell in behind the demonstrators and began waving our signs, bellowing slogans and yelping creative curses.
Took all of about ten minutes to get the entire bunch to chant -- in harmony -- "Naugahyde belongs on naugas -- not sofas!"
Whenever one of the little darlings would start to twig that things might be a little off, I'd get in front of them, wave my sign and passionately shriek: "DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY NAUGAS IT TAKES TO MAKE ONE NAUGAHYDE SEAT?"
They'd usually look a little embarrassed and then fervently join in the chanting.
The piece de resistance was when Chris hi-jacked the bull-horn and gave an extemporaneous speech about the degrading conditions on nauga ranches. His description of baby naugas being torn from the loving claws of their mothers didn't leave a dry eye within earshot; and his vivid retelling of how the nauga rancher would harvest the skins by forcing the naugas to drink hydric acid -- the sadistic bastard -- was inspired.
Then we unarsed the A.O. and let the little darlins stew over the plight of the poor naugas until one of the more worldly of the professors stomped into the crowd and announced in withering tones exactly what a nauga was -- or wasn't in this case -- and what hydric acid was.
Kind of took the wind out of the kiddies sails.