Revenki's photos

It's not a war protest without some hip-hoppery and slam poetry (or whatever they call that pretentious, hyper-earnest logorrhea-with-attitude).

Dr. Zaius makes an appearance.

Already hard to miss, she seemed to want everyone to look at her in her Palestinian rag. She kept wandering up and down the steps, looking around to see if she was being watched, it seemed. REPLACED -- Okay, so if you perverts with the keffiyeh fetish favoriting this pic want something to lust over, how about these two sweeties?

Oh, the Iraqi death count's gone down again? The Lancet said two years ago that over a million Iraqis had already died in the war...surely the toll must be up to seventy-five or a hundred million by now....

Guinness, the political dog, is unsure about this crowd.

Pieman, the Original Yippie. Kids, this is what forty years of smoking pot and living on your past glories gets you -- and this pic doesn't even show the brown stains wiped on the pockets of his sweatpants. I almost felt sorry for the guy. When people were around him, he was all in their faces about how he was a famous 1960s radical, and he'd spout off a bunch of stupid lefty talking points recycled from Back in the Day, basking in the momentary attention. And then his audience would disperse, leaving him alone and ignored and looking as bitter as one can through the detachment of a four-decade high.