Well we have another revolution on our hands. As I passed this sign it reminded me of a great diatribe I heard from Bono at a U2 concert (recorded). So allow me my own diatribe inspired by Bono. (Ed note: when you read the following lines you have to do it with an Irish brogue.)
I’ve had enough of these unwashed Americans come up to me and talk about the resistance, the revolution on the Mall. And the glory of protesting for the revolution. They don’t talk about littering for the revolution. Where’s the glory in papering every lamp post you see in Washington DC. Where’s the glory in that? Where’s the glory in putting stickers up that can’t be peeled off? Where’s the glory in that? Where’s the glory in making city workers waste their time, painstakingly peeling these posters off of city property. Where’s the glory in that? Fahq the Revolution.