If you like to dance; take ecstacy bought in dingy, flourescent-lit bathrooms; and rub against glowstick-waving 19-year-olds with pig tails, and if you don't support this administration and its war, then my friends, I have your version of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory: United Beats for Peace. I'd go, but I can't say I fit all the prerequisites; I'm not much of a dancer (wink).