A nude anti-war protest almost ended when god tried to sweep out the protesters to sea.
“According to other witnesses, waves washed over a few of the women and a riptide pulled them out to sea. Those who tried to save the others were pulled out, too. There was widespread panic and the fog made it hard to see. In the end, about eleven women were washed out.
It wasn’t immediately clear how many knew how to swim though it is believed that all of the women were returned to dry land. The Coast Guard was called in to retrieve the flailing protesters.”
The goal was to spell the word “Peace” using the naked bodies of the participants. It seems to me a pretty typical exercise for the anti-war crowd but organizer Crystal Kleinhaus claims the idea came from elsewhere.
Kleinhouse says she got the idea for the Southern California event after she accidentally took too much of a prescription drug. “I saw all these beautiful naked women traipsing around a beach. Then the sky opened and all these bronze angels wearing polka-dot bikinis and purple wings flew down and we all made huge letters with our bodies. It was awesome!”
And people wonder why I migrated to the right. I was driven there, dammit! Yes, I know for every granola-crunching, hybrid-driving smug bastard there’s a son of a bitch driving a 4×4 with a gunrack and barbecuing baby animals.
When I lived in Vancouver protests were far easier to find. You would just follow the sound of the drum circle the smell of patchouli and the “Free Mumia” posters at every corner until you would come across them. Maybe I just got a little too close for comfort. Colour me jaded. Better yet, Colour Me Badd.