The Ruminator

Come on up and grab yourself a beer.

Wednesday, March 19, 2003

I had lunch today at a major shopping mall near my office. Outside the entrance was a round-cheeked, white-haired old man who was attracting the attention of passers-by. He looked like someone who gets called Poppa by his grandkids. The sort of old boy who plays 'got your nose' with young children, and likes nothing better than when his wife Betty hands him a cuppa and a freshly baked scone. If you had to guess what he was doing outside a shopping mall, you would think it was selling Legacy badges, or collecting for the Salvation Army. Actually what he was doing was waving a hand-painted sign reading 'America: Greatest Terrorist Threat', and handing out pamphlets for an anti-war demonstration.

Go Poppa!


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