Boviosity!

John Perry Barlow:

I hatched a plan to (very mildly) disrupt the Republican Convention here in New York next week.

Along with fifty or sixty others, I'm going to dance at them. Dividing ourselves into several platoons of guerrilla dancers disguised as ordinary pedestrians, we are going to roam the sidewalks in Republican rich zones, periodically erupting into wild and inexplicable explosions of dancing. We will sustain these for a few minutes before melting back into the crowd and heading off to strike someplace else.

Lots of fun in the comment thread (except, of course, the usual earnest bitterness from the usual suspects.) I'll repeat my comment here:

I don't notice any reference to choreography. Would that be too regimented for you folks? You're merely going to fulfill your own stereotypes if you look like the guy on the bad acid dancing in his underwear at the last outdoor concert I attended.

My favorite comment is this one, though. The mind blossoms with possibilities:

Oh no! No, not that! My brittle Republican ego will shatter into a thousand points of light!

But seriously, dance at me and I'll dance right back...and it'll be on. Last hoofer standing wins a beer.

Bring...it...on...

(Link via Instapundit.)