I don't think a media protest would work, granted no-one seems to like the media much, but half of the posters think it's liberal while the other half believe it serves the elite interests of the corporate oligarchy that owns it. Sounds like fisticuffs to me, and as to your other idea of an anti-globalisation protest, well they tend to get pretty nasty anyway. Besides, unless you're all gonna fly to England for it, I doubt this involves me in any way other than ideas;
How about an anti-war protest, not an Iraq war protest, but just a general protest that war is inevitably a pretty bad thing. You could have WWII vets talking about the need for war as well though, and Vietnam vets talking about it's futility, and I think there is still a WWI vet or two in England, they could talk about the harsh realities of war. And I could recite "Dulce et Decorum est" over a live sattelite feed;
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped5 Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen
I think that would be a good idea, we could get Murdoch to organise the sattelite link-up, and if(when) that doesn't work, I'll ask the BBC, although I imagine my role would quickly be usurped by Stephen Fry, or god forbid Bono or Bob f**king Geldof.
