So I went to last night’s fundraiser for Hillary Clinton’s presidential campaign held at the Marriott Waldman Park in Washington, D.C.. I’ll have more observations in a moment, but first, some of the weirder moments of the night.

While the assembled print press folks were waiting outside the “holding room,” two Code Pink protesters who had apparently gotten on the press list removed signs and pink garb and started singing, to the tune of “Frere Jacques”:

Are you listening, are you listening

Hil-lar-y? Hil-lar-y?

Boys and girls are dying, politicians lying

Bring them home, bring them home

Unfortunately for the Code Pinkers, all of the video and still photographers had already gone to set up by the stage, so there was no one there to take pictures of them. In fact, the assembled journalists on the Hillary beat pretty much ignored them until a burly African-American hotel security guy escorted them out.

Later in the ballroom, while Hillary was speaking, another Code Pinker had infiltrated by posing as press and started chanting “What about Iraq? Bring them home!” The $1,000 to $4,200 a head crowd was well-versed in the standard counter-protest technique of cheering to drown out the heckler, and once again, a professional but seemingly irritated event security guard removed her.

I admit, I’m not the vocal protesting type, so perhaps I’ll never relate to these acts of great revolutionary struggle. But what the heck was the point of all that? I’m reminded of the folks in the hall who bugged Rep. David Obey, and recommended a filibuster in the house. The anti-war grassroots are so beside themselves with anger that they’re lashing out at lawmakers who ought to be their allies.