Post Mortem: Rally for Sanity

Saturday was the Rally for Sanity and/or Fear, in case you forgot. I have footage of the rally. I haven’t had a chance to do anything with it yet.

What you might not hear or read about the rally is what it was like to be a part of the crowd.

Tina, regular-reader Luis V., his girlfriend Becky (or Debbie) and I stood in the middle of 7th Street. I denoted where that is on the photo above.

We hoped to have been with a larger group of other non-theists, but coordinating the timing proved much harder than we all anticipated. Not one of us predicted the amount of people at the event.

Looking at it now, we were far from the stage. If you can tell, 7th street runs right through the mall. Unfortunately, every time an ambulance wanted to use the street to pass through, it took a mesmerizingly long time. We’d see one coming from 50 feet away, and we’d say, “Fuck, here comes another one.” Ten minutes later, it would pass us.

Everyone around us would push together and then split apart to make room for the vehicle (or vehicles), much like what the Red Sea in a dumb old cliché.

The other irritating part about being in a street, there was a constant flow of people trying to go from the left to the right or the right to the left side of the mall. This pissed us off at times. Instead of staying where they were, people thought they could see better if they went to the other side of the HUMONGOUS crowd.


But no one lost their temper. No one got upset … for the most part. We all grinned, bore it, and enjoyed what we could.

Here’s what I think separated us from the rest of the animal kingdom. No one broke and blew hot angry coals of miserable fire everywhere. No one lost their marbles and said, “Fuck you, I need my space.”

We were hot, hungry and faint. We couldn’t hear a damn thing coming from the stage. Once in a while, one of us would hear something and relay it to the rest of the crowd. Or one of us would say, “Hey, R2D2 is on stage. Isn’t that cute.”

At one point, I wanted to make a “Life of Brian” joke, “Blessed are the cheese makers? What’s so special about the cheese makers?” But I held my tongue for some reason. But in my fantasy, it would have been hilarious.

We were jammed up against each other. At one point, I said, “I think I might be pregnant.” It got a raunchy laugh from our local vicinity of new “friends.”

At another point, Tina introduced herself to the guy behind her. He was pushing his “belly” up against her, and she kind of felt violated if she didn’t at least know the guy’s name giving her a slick willy up against her ass.


About an hour and a half in, I looked at Tina’s face, and she was about to lose it. She felt claustrophobic and lightheaded. She tried to keep it together, but with each person pushing against her or each group pushing through to the other side, she felt more nauseous. Once she announced that she wasn’t feeling well, everyone around her showed compassion. They offered her a little more space, and different people kept asking if she was okay. One guy’s concern really touched me, and I felt very appreciative that in the event that I would need to carry her out, these guys all had my back.

I’m not saying it separated us from the Tea Party rallies. If they had anything going for them, they had the luxury of space around them. Those of us rallying for sanity had no such luxuries.

After the event ended, Luis, Becky, Tina and I stuck around and watched the crowds’ massive exodus. We took pictures and tried to soak in the event we just witnessed. We were also hoping for cell signal to return, because all 215,000 of us had shut down the cellular network and even blew up one of the cellular satellites, and we needed access to facebook to find out where the secular group was meeting. We finally started walking away, and didn’t get a signal for about a mile and a half.

Once we got to the restaurant meeting place, the atheists were all seated on two floors of a huge restaurant. There was no more room left, so Luis, Becky, Tina and I left and grabbed a seat at another restaurant. We were all so exhausted and tipsy after dinner, we parted ways and headed back to our hotels.

When I woke up the next day, Becky was with me and Tina was with Luis. I’m not sure how that happened.



I would definitely do something like it again. I would drive the distance. I would spend the money. I feel that I supported and experienced something relatively worthwhile. I stick to my guns. I loved the video I posted showing how dumb people are. That’s how I see the world in general. We all need to educate ourselves. We also need to avoid cameras for the most part. I have footage of Tina and I talking about the event, and I won’t post it, because I don’t want it up. I’m too critical of it.

We should all be critically minded people striving for what’s best in the world.

We should all strive for sanity.




Is it too late to send out the memo?

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Is it too late to send out the memo that you should have seen? If you’re voting straight Republican, tomorrow, November 3, is your day to vote. If you’re voting straight democrat, you’re voting on November 4.

Was that not clear?

Today’s vote is ONLY for Independents who aren’t voting straight tickets. If you voted today, not to worry. Rest assured that your vote will be eliminated from the total tallies, and it will be added when you return to your polling place tomorrow or Thursday.

If you haven’t voted yet, put the kettle on and stay awhile. No need to rush off.


What the F*ck has Obama done so far?

I saw this and thought it was pretty interesting. Interesting enough to pass along. It’s a simple little site listing what the fuck Obama has done so far. Click away.

(BTW, clicking on it will take you away from le Café. Be sure to come back and let me know what you think.)



While I’m posting politically charged information, I thought this graphic from Betty Bowers was funny:





Hell yes! New Left Media takes the Rally for Sanity

You know I love this group who have been descending on the idiocy of rallies for the last couple years. This time, New Left Media takes the idiocy at the Rally for Sanity.


If you’re going to be on camera, please know what the fuck you’re talking about. Otherwise, politely decline. You don’t have to be interviewed by anyone if you don’t want to be.

Don’t forget what Mark Twain supposedly said, “”It’s better to remain silent and be thought a fool than open one’s mouth and remove all doubt.”

From New Left Media:

On October 30, 2010, thousands of people gathered in the National Mall for the “Rally to Restore Sanity” called for by Jon Stewart on his show.

While participants attended for a variety of reasons, many of them raised concerns about the deteriorating state of news media, especially the hyperbolic and hyperpartisan content of 24/7 cable news networks.

Many of those who expressed concerns nonetheless cited partisan news outlets as their primary source for news, while others cited The Daily Show, something Mr. Stewart has discouraged.

Not a single participant listed their regional newspaper as a source for news, and it was telling that the majority of the people we spoke to were unaware of the details of the elections in their congressional districts (this despite many of them having already voted.)

If an intention of the “Rally to Restore Sanity” was to dissuade people from voicing divisive and paranoid political accusations, it was not enough to deter the fringe. In lieu of the Birthers common at Tea Party events, there was a small presence of 9/11 Truthers who accused the Bush administration of orchestrating the 9/11 attacks. (Doubtless, these flimsy conspiracy theorists will infest the comment threads in needless defense.)

But for the most part, the rally represented a congenial gathering of center to center-left people who are opposed to ideological purity tests and uncompromising dogmas, and who focused their blame on the divisive media coverage of political issues.

This NEW LEFT MEDIA film was produced and edited by Chase Whiteside (interviewer) and Erick Stoll (camera operator). Additional camera by Zac Sleeth.