There are just some things in this world that are too scary. On my way to the Indonesian festival in Union Square, I happened upon a gaggle of grannies singing and protesting the torture of people in places like Haiti.

You know, I’m all for people expressing themselves and exercizing their right to speech, however, the mere thought of grandmas doing this type of activity makes me feel… well, awkward. The guy in the orange jumpsuit with a sack over his head doesn’t help either.

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