Sunday was Meat Parade Day. Actually, it was the cloying and annoying "How Berkeley Can You Be" parade. But the Meat Parade more or less takes over the other goings-on. Our group split into two opposed camps: PETA (People Eatin' Them Animals) vs. the Veget Aryans.

With my bald head, I was a natural for the latter group.

Hiding in the crowd, a brown-shirted Veget Aryan lies in wait for the enemy.
Photo by Mark Simple

Photo by Mark Simple
The PETA contingent rode the Doggie Diner flatbed.

Sorry, Berkeley. There will be no World Peace today.

PETA's command post featured genuine pig heads, propane, SRL-type machinery, potato cannons (with vienna sausage ammo), and chainsaws (to create the requisite pig-flesh showers).
Photo by Mark Simple

Photo by Mark Simple

And in this corner: the Veget Aryans.

Clearly, a war is brewing.