Last night, we had dinner with the Blog Princess. What happens at dinner with the Blog Princess stays at dinner with the Blog Princess. But it was fun. We savaged many of you in only that catty way that bloggers can. Or, maybe we didn't even talk about you.

Which is... worse, ainnit?

My greatest contribution to the counterprotest yesterday was typically cerebral [he said modestly]. While most people on both sides were content to shout spittle-flecked invective at each other (though there was some civil interaction) the, erm, intellectual level of discourse was not impressive. Shocking, when you consider the marchers had all those college students in the crowd, I know.

Anyway, I was standing on a park bench, so I could see farther out into the crowd, get better pictures (I forgot that if the idiot with a camera is an idiot, a good vantage point is... worthless) as well as blind people with the glare of my vast expanse of belly wrapped in a bright red Castle Argghhh embroidered logo shirt (sold separately).

I saw the sign I was looking for - pompously pointing my finger at it, I summoned up Smarmy Announcer Voice, and in stentorian tones, I pointed my finger and invoked Godwin's Law...

"I'M SORRY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BUT I MUST INVOKE GODWIN'S LAW! EVERYBODY IN THE PARADE FROM THIS POINT BACK MUST IMMEDIATELY DROP THEIR SIGNS AND GO HOME. I DECLARE THIS THREAD CLOSED AND OBSOLETE!

Sadly, even though they were college students, most of those who heard The Voice just looked at me blinkling perplexedly...

But a few looked at the sign I was pointing to, then at me, and did an embarrassed roll of the eyes and moved away from the sign-holder.

I then had to explain Godwin's Law to some of the spectators. And no, there was no way the sign fit into the Exceptions.

I did discover that being all intellectually pretentious and all isn't really very productive at one of this things, because most of the people, on both sides, shift to their Lizard Brain when the groups collide. People who were talking philosophy and finance the moment before become crazed, spittle fleckers when the Other Side enters the Octagon.