And an update to this post. Klan had predicted 20-100 members in attendance, but only managed to muster 11 who were easily shouted down by 200 counter-protesters. They scuttled away under police protection after 10 minutes.

You can kind of hear the infamous chant here right at the end–it goes over the six notes from Battle Hymn of the Republic (subtle subtle). Supposedly it was mostly alumni who were keeping it up, so I kinda wish the administration had let it die naturally under public pressure instead of banning it outright.

Well, golly! The Ducks didn’t choke!

@Dodgerblue: Well I hope Uklah will stick the $C’s faces in their mess and not roll over. Please let them rally to humiliate the Trojan Condoms.

You got Toby Gerhart. What the HELL are you doing throwing on 1st and 10 all the time? And that last pass was just needless.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Now our school colors are orange and blue, yes, a subtle combo, and our biggest football cheer in the stadium was when opposite sides of the stadium would try to outdo each other, chanting “orange” on one side, and “blue” on the other. Just keep this in mind, I will come back to it.

This quad area in front of the library was a central gathering place for kids who werent in a class at any given time, especially at lunch time, because the Hari Krishnas came every day and gave away a free lunch (they asked for a 40 cent donation) and for 40 cents you got a lump of rice vaguely scented with curry and sometimes with some lumps of unidentifiable vegetables, but always, a wonderful slab of a sweat bread-cake thing, bannana bread, nut bread, this part was always really good, and you got a paper cup of some kind of natural cool-aid, which was OK, and I ate lunch on the Hari Krishnas almost every day, they fed hundreds, hey, a dollar saved at lunch, was half a pitcher that night.

But the cool thing was, you not only got lunch for next to nothing from the Hari Krishnas, there was this street theater going on with Brother Jed, and it was fun, if you were in the mood to get involved, because you could join in and interact and debate Jed, he would goad people on, single out someone walking by because of their evil state of attire (dolphin shorts and teeshirts were all chicks wore to class, guys wore shorts and t shirts).

So a crowd of people, in the hundreds, would gather in a circle around the reverend jed Smock, and he would spin around and point out people in the crowd, and tell them that they were whores and whoremongers, these words also taking an amazingly long time for him to pronounce, with this amazing vibrato, drawn out rolled “r”s in whore and whoremonger and fornication, and the word “hell” pronounced with anywhere from 3 to 5 syllables in it, as only the southerners can perform that trick of turning vowels into diphtongs, tripthongs, quidriphenia-thongs. “you’re all going to buuuuurrrrnnn in Haay-uuhhh-elllll-ehhh-uuhhhh.”

We would cheer if he mentioned our particular dorm as a hotbed of fornication, but the best was when the crowd would start up a chant, just like in the stadium where we chanted “orange” and “blue,” but instead we would chant “oral,” “anal,” “oral,” “anal.”

Good times.