On Sunday I was a spectator at the 13th Annual “How Berkeley Can You Be?” parade. I have seen various parades in the UK and seen the Rose Parade from Pasadena on TV. This was not on the scale of the latter and had a spirit that was distinctly hippy and infused with the sensibilities of the less than conservative population of this famous college town.
There was a marching band, but it was a Gay and Lesbian marching band rather than representing a high school or military organization. There were people advertising local businesses, but the businesses were for electric cars and body painting. The latter organization were represented by people wearing knickers, roller-skates, and a lot of body paint. The cheerleaders included both men and women and were collecting money for Aids charities
There were groups of people marching for their political and social beliefs. The first such group were for Obama and Biden, further on we had Revolutionary Communists, and the independent candidate for president Frank Moore. There was a sign promoting polyamory; I found it somewhat ironic that it was being carried by just one person.
Looking somewhat out of place were a group of Mexican vaqueros (cowboys) They were in full costume on large horses, which pranced down the street impressively. They were exactly the sort of group you expect to see in a parade, but here you felt they should have been “Vaqueros for Legalised Pot”, or “Free Love Vaqueros”
Towards the end of the parade was a truck with a missile mounted on the back. A man in a McCain mask sad astride the missile, while women with missles worn as strap on dildos sang “All You Need is War”. On the front of the truck was a Palin look alike and a devil holding a Satan/Cheney 2008 poster.
There were a large number of Art Cars; vehicles that have been decorated by their owners. These varied from lurid, slapdash paint-jobs to elaborate decorations. One of the simplest and most effective was a fish scale effect created by sticking overlapping CDs to the body.
I did my part by wearing sandals, shorts, and a tie-died tee-shirt so that I blended in well with the locals. I have no picture of the ensemble



