Thursday, October 25, 2007

I Think I've Figured Out What Code Pink's Problem Is

They're heinous.

Let me elaborate.

For those who don't know, Code Pink is a moonbat anti-war astroturf organization whose membership is comprised mainly of women and a few very desperate men who are not picky about whom will sleep with them. It was formed in 2002 - before the invasion of Iraq. You will note that the Iraq war is still going on, therefore it's perfectly fair to characterize their effort as a miserable failure.

I believe CP's failure stems from one crucial miscalculation made by its organizers and/or leaders: that is, their willingness to be seen in public.

Code Pink was in the news as recently as yesterday. One of they're minions had accosted Condi Rice. Stupidity ensues:

A woman with her hands painted blood-red confronted Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice at the US Congress Wednesday, shouting "war criminal" before being hauled away by Capitol security.

Desiree Farooz accosted Rice ahead of her appearance at a House of Representatives hearing on US foreign policy, waving her hands just centimeters (inches) from the diplomat's face inside the committee meeting room as television cameras captured the confrontation.

"The blood of millions of Iraqis is on your hands," Farooz shouted, before police wrestled her away.

I can't even begin to enumerate everything that's wrong with this. For one thing, the red paint as blood thing is so played out. If you want to make a statement that gets noticed these days, real blood is worth a shot. My six year old has several gallons of red tempura at her art table. Yawn.

Another problem is the incoherency of the message as delivered. No, Mizz Farooz, the red paint signifying blood is on your hands, not the Secretary of State's. If you look up "non sequitur" in the dictionary, it says "see 'nipples'". Do try to put a little more thought into your next narcissistic exploit.

But those are small potatoes to the biggest problem with this particular publicity stunt confrontation with a high ranking administration official. No, the biggest problem is that our brave Pinkie protester looks like this.

Forgive me if I come off as superficial or crass. But would you ever buy anything from - let alone accede to the demands of - someone who looked like that? I mean if she weren't holding a machete?

I think not.

This is not the only time CP has so completely and utterly failed to coordinate a well crafted message with a suitable messenger. Hell, it's not even the worst. That record would have to go to the "Breasts Not Bombs" stunt CP pulled in (where else?) San Fransisco at a Hillary! appearance back in July.

As its name suggests, at a random time during Hillary!'s talk, a group of Pinkies started a ruckus and simultaneously freed the boobies. Now, normally, this would be enough to make me rethink my position on the Iraq War. But sadly, as you might have already surmised, my position on Iraq was the only thing this little demonstration firmed up (WARNING: photos near the bottom of the page not suitable for anyone).

The obvious needs to be stated since Code Pink apparently can't see it. If you want to convey a message using a tactic that necessarily involves a visual component, it doesn't help when your tactic is one that makes the viewer reflexively look away, run home, and scrub out their eyes with a Brillo pad.

Now maybe there's a shortage of hottie coeds who want to flip out their C-cup perkies for peace. Hey - what about these two?

But if you insist on only sending wild-eyed harpies and middle-aged hippos with flapjack titties to deliver your message, you can count on consistent failure into the indefinite future.

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