It’s my party
26 May, 2011
It’s my party

Few weeks ago, I wrote an article complaining about the lack of enthusiasm in the recent political rallies being carried out in Tbilisi. They seemed to lack the ‘umf’ and the ‘pizzazz’ of the good old days when men with baseball bats swung freely in the wind.

What they have been swinging in the wind lately has been no better than what they had used to leave their mark on the parliament building in 2008. But at least we got back to the violent ‘magic’ of the protests and I guess I should be flattered - someone has been reading my articles!
Even better than that, a whole group of people showed up in front of the US embassy to celebrate my birthday. I didn’t see any balloons, or happy birthday signs, but they did ask me not to send them any more money, which I thought was very nice of them. Money is tight everywhere and for my supporters to understand and acknowledge that, it was pretty special. There were some other things people were trying to talk about, such as the President of Georgia going on permanent vacation, and about brutal regime that was ruling their world, but since none of those protestors ended up in jail, or sent to Libya, I got bored. At my own party!
I got my real present and my real party on May 21 when the hundred men armed with what at first glance looked like polo sticks, but soon turned out to be flag sticks, sans flags, turned up in droves in Tbilisi to protest just for me. I felt the love. Especially when I watched the video of protestors beating the living hell out of a car that once used to be a Mercedes. Apparently it was suspected of being a police car, although it had regular plates. Perhaps they just didn’t like the car’s design and color, because they certainly did a lot of redesigning on it. Then ambulances came into view as the protestors high on life (and other things) started to turn on one another. Those flagsticks really came in handy at this peaceful protest.
Every birthday celebration has its greatest moments, and mine came when Nino Burjanadze and Grechikha hugged and kissed and let bygones be bygones. I have to confess watching that was as awkward as watching Lisa Maria Presley and Michael Jackson announcing their love to the

world. I don’t know why Nino and Grechikha felt they had to do that for my benefit, it was not a birthday wish that’s for sure, but it was their show, so I let them proceed.
All set to continue on day two to watch the rally with fascination it deserved I suddenly spied protesters attacking one of my own. In the mix off all the wonderful crazy celebration, my fellow journalists got the short end of the stick- the flag stick that is. Ruined my whole party mood.! Netgazeti journalist Tamaz Kupreishvili was only doing his job asking questions and cameraman of journalist Imeda Darsalia was doing the same. If you can show your middle finger to the camera, why shouldn’t t show it to the rest of the world? What kind of freedom of press is this?
That’s it. If I ever find out who those people were who hurt the journalists during my birthday celebration, I will blacklist them from ever coming to another one of my parties again. Of course I’d have to get some kind of spectacular face recognition software, because the flagstick carriers were wearing masks and not party hats.