[Guest post by Jack Dunphy]
The Divine Mrs. Dunphy and I (along with Mrs. D’s sister and niece, in from out of town) drove down to Santa Monica this afternoon to see for ourselves what all this Tea Party business was all about. We didn’t expect much of a turnout; Santa Monica, after all, is a town where every fourth car is a Prius with an Obama sticker on it. Conservatives in Santa Monica and L.A.’s Westside tend to operate as Christians did in the Soviet Union: maintain secrecy at all costs. But imagine our surprise to arrive and find a few hundred people gathered at the entrance to the Santa Monica Pier, some waving signs and flags, others just milling about in a state of semi-wonderment at being in the company of so many fellow citizens who, like themselves, are immune to Barack Obama’s many and wondrous charms. And just as surprising were the many horn blasts from sympathetic drivers passing by on Ocean Avenue.
There were of course some in attendance one might label as eccentric, and most of the news reports will no doubt focus on them so as to discredit the movement now coalescing, but for the most part the crowd seemed pretty normal. A small contingent from Code Pink were the ants at the picnic, but no one seemed to pay them much attention. I don’t think they stayed long.
I know there were far larger gatherings elsewhere today, but for Santa Monica it was a remarkable display. I can’t wait for the next one.