Drawing a dying breath

Looks like the "anti-war" movement is on its last legs.

Emerging from the Metro station onto the National Mall Saturday morning, I saw a beautiful movement to right a vast wrong. Protesters of every age, race, and nationality stood together as one. Their songs were full of joy and their steps punctuated with righteous indignation. They cheerfully exhorted passersby, who joined the cause, impassioned by the spectacle before them. In that moment it seemed a great evil could be vanquished, and truth prevail.

The seeds of Utopia took root. The sun shone down. Oh yeah, and a bunch of dirty hippies and black-masked anarchists were holding their own pow-wow across the way.

The American Spectator