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Skippy:

skippy, being a bush kangaroo of many faces, participated in several aspects of the march. at first, he ducked under the cordon rope that separated the proletariat from the press (we figured, being an online poltical blog counted as the press; at least as much as fox news, which actually didn’t seem to have a presence there).

skippy walked (backwards) along with the cameras and reporters in front of the crest of the protest march as it advanced down hollywood blvd. he could see many hollywood celebs at the face of the line the way, including tyne daley, mike farrell, daniel benzali, brad whitford & jane kaczmarek, martin sheen, greg germann (technically not a celeb), james cromwell & others too unknown to include.

seeing as how skippy has acted with more than one of these people, he decided to duck out of the press contingent, walk down the line a bit and duck under the rope to join the celebrity pack. there were more celebs than you could shake a stick at, if that’s your idea of a good time (thanks to groucho for that one), and in fact, skippy accidentally stepped on one of christine lahti’s kids. christine was not amused.

skippy said hello to his buddy joe estevez, with whom he has worked. joe is son of martin sheen, brother of emilio and charlie, and a damn fine fellow. skippy also chit-chatted with brad whitford, another acting partner, and was able to send shelly faberes (with whom he did an episode of coach) his good wishes via her husband, mike farrell.

having satisfied himself that celebrity-hood is as much a state of mind as an actual condition, skippy fell back down the line as he marched, joining the regular thousands of joes and janes and their kids and dogs who came to protest any invasion of iraq. there were plenty of call and responses, mostly along the lines of “no blood for oil,” “what do we want? peace! when do we want it? now!” and, our favorite, “impeach bush.” a truck with a sound system slowly drove behind, playing edwin starr loudly.

also marching along, somebody playing a bagpipe, not in tune with any other song being heard at the time. but that’s what america is all about.