After watching dim-bulb Democrats stage a sit-in at the House of Representatives agitating for a gun control vote they will not win, two things come to mind: First, we’ve gone full banana republic here and, second, the political conventions next month will go way beyond that.

Among the protests planned for the Democrats’ confab in Philadelphia is a “fart-in” supporting Bernie Sanders, second in delegates to presumptive nominee Hillary Clinton. (No, I am not indulging in litter box humor; this is real.) The event is being organized by Cheri Honkala, who leads the Poor People’s Economic Human Rights Campaign and was the Green Party’s candidate for vice president last time around. She told the Truthdig website:

“We will be holding a massive bean supper for Bernie Sanders delegates on American Street in my Kensington neighborhood on the afternoon of July 28. We are setting up a Clintonville there, modeled on the Hoovervilles of the 1930s, when the poor and unemployed built shantytowns. The Sanders delegates, their bellies full of beans, will be able to return to the Wells Fargo Center and greet the rhetorical flatulence of Hillary Clinton with the real thing.”

Sanders has been invited; maybe he will show up with a gas mask. The fart-in will open with a prayer from Chris Hedges, a former New York Times foreign correspondent who is now an ordained Presbyterian minister. Truthdig quoted him, too:

“The Democratic primary process, as Sanders supporters now realize, was rigged from the start. The Democratic National Committee and the Clinton machine used a variety of mechanisms to game the elections, including the appointing of superdelegates, the banning of independent voters from numerous primaries, purging voters from voting lists and using millions in dark money and from super PACs to find the Clinton campaign. Caucuses, as we saw in Nevada, were shamelessly manipulated on behalf of Clinton. Sanders never had a chance.”

Well, no sh**. That subject broached, remember that a lot of the Sanders types are drug-addled aging hippies yearning for the protests of the 1960s. Plenty of them are north of 60, an age when a well-intentioned fart might lead to … Oops, gotta leave it there.