If you’re packing your brownshirt to head to San Francisco this weekend, some of the residents want to make sure you’ve got shoes to match.
When a group of far-right activists come to San Francisco to hold a rally this Saturday, they will be met by peace activists offering them flowers to wear in their hair.
Also, dog shit. Lots and lots of dog shit.
Hundreds of San Franciscans plan to prepare Crissy Field, the picturesque beach in the shadow of the Golden Gate Bridge where rightwing protest group Patriot Prayer will gather, with a generous carpeting of excrement.
“I just had this image of alt-right people stomping around in the poop,” Tuffy Tuffington said of the epiphany he had while walking Bob and Chuck, his two Patterdale terriers, and trying to think of the best way to respond to rightwing extremists in the wake of Charlottesville.
When I saw the name “Tuffy Tuffington,” I assumed it must be a hoax. Then I remembered: This is San Francisco. This is an actual thing.
“Don’t worry! We’ll pick it up afterwards!” I guess it’s possible, but these folks aren’t really known for cleaning up after their protests.
This is gross, but least they’re not punching anybody. They’re leaving the bodily waste on the ground, not throwing it at people. I suppose that’s progress. If not incremental, at least excremental.
Or, you know what else everybody could do? Just ignore these neo-Nazi idiots. The only power they have over you is the power you give them. There’s just a tiny handful of them, and despite your conspiracy theories, they haven’t taken over the White House. They’re pathetic. Let them have their little cosplay reich. Let them waddle around with their tiki torches, sieg-heiling each other and pretending they matter.
Why are you making them matter? Why are you giving them exactly what they want?