Notice the title of the picnic. LOL. "Hate Rally Picnic". That is too funny. I imagine the sun shining, blue sky, children skipping through the grass and a bunch of people sitting on red and white checkered blankets eating ribs and chicken mumbling "I hate everyone."
I think I see the problem here. We really shouldn't be billing our outings as "Hate Rallies".
May I suggest that we start having "Love-in's" instead.
I'll invite Ann Coulter.
LOL... I imagine housewives. "Oh I just hate those darn gays... we have to remember to really hate them-- oh Debbie, did you make this barbecue sauce? Oh, this is really wonderful... there goes my diet! Oh I hate dieting... but that's alright, because this is a hate rally! I almost forgot! Ha ha ha... well, where was I ... hm.... hate gays, REALLY hate dieting.... Oh darn it, I shouldn't have worn white shorts to a barbecue. Hate laundry!"
That would be the Reform Party picnic.
Or the Democratic Underground picnic if they added "... except minorities that engage in suicide bombing or who mindlessly vote Democrat."