Pity us San Diegans. It’s really hard to get too worked up about anything when you live in paradise. Especially when today’s Tea Party was held at perhaps the most crowded, impossible to park at site in our area, the beautiful Mission Bay Park, magnet for picnicking and water-frolicking families and friends. Mile long lines to exit I5, then a two-lane access road of bumper-to-bumper traffic hemmed in by the largest congregation of monster RV’s who must have arrived at dawn to hog 5+ parking spaces apiece.
The several hundred who showed up for the Tea Party at 11 AM had to hike in a mile or two, if not giving up. I persevered, finding a spot on the other side of Fiesta Island, enjoying the long walk in the balmy, sea breeze sun, counting thongs, and watching the ski boaters. 
Fellow walkers.
I finally arrived. For the drivers crawling along, this roadside bunch received honks and cheers from thousands of traffic-clogged drivers. No road rage here, just Obama-irked.
Here’s a photo of the crowd as I approached.
My Catskills humor, whoever picked this spot has less judgment than the President, drew chuckles from the crowd of laid-back San Diegans. Better received than the droning on of the featured speakers, an organizer telling me no local notables invited. Would have had to commandeer a Marine chopper and rapelled in, anyway.
Appreciated being given a free pocket-size, indexed Constitution, on the front: “…its only keepers, the people” quote from George Washington, and more good Founders’ quotes inside the covers.
These Don’t Tread On Me T-shirts sold out at only $10 each. As many Don’t Tread On Me flags waving as Stars-n-Stripes.
So, that’s what the Tea in Tea Party stands for.
Friendly people wherever I stopped.
I didn’t see anyone passing contact lists or such. A nice event, but some work needed to build an activist movement. But, in San Diego’s paradise, we’re just Lotusized.
Now, I’m on to the juiciest, meatiest rack of ribs, and some delectable Belgian beer. Happy 4th.
BTW, here's some other Tea Parties, courtesy of Instapundit Glenn Reynolds.
Does President Obama “feel your pain” or is he feeling his own, getting kicked in the bottom by the Tea Parties? Do establishment Republicans, late to the party, join the conga line or waltz around the Tea Party theme? Remarkably, Internet-power In
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