Guerrilla Dancing Update (from John Perry Barlow, of the Grateful Dead and EFF fame):
Along with fifty or sixty others, I’m going to dance at them. Dividing ourselves into several platoons of guerrilla dancers disguised as ordinary pedestrians, we are going to roam the sidewalks in Republican rich zones, periodically erupting into wild and inexplicable explosions of dancing. We will sustain these for a few minutes before melting back into the crowd and heading off to strike someplace else. I believe this will throw them off their game just slightly, since most of them don’t or won’t dance and are unsettled by those who do. (Q: Do you know why Southern Baptists don’t make love standing up? A: Because someone might think they were dancing.) In addition to being the most genial form of protest I can think of, I’m also convinced that when you’re dancing, you’re at least not part of the problem…
