Thursday, January 19, 2012

Unoccupy L.A.

 Here's a real big disappointment. Although the economy is in a noticeably poor state, the occupy was a great opportunity for a drifter. What was once a glorious campground of 500+ tents is now a barricaded fortress. It's too bad because it would have been a nice little pit-stop. All I would have to do is grab a little sign or something, pretend like I give a damn about politics, and then set up shop.

 I wouldn't feel too bad about it, either. The majority of people seemed to firmly believe in what this movement was about, but at the same time there were also a lot of hippies drinking and smoking pot, pretty
Bye Bye Occupy
much looking for something to rebel against, at least based on what I've observed. I would pass through from time to time to check on a couple of buddies of mine that had made their way to City Hall from the slums. One of them being an OG Blood gangster who used to look out for me with a blanket once in a while when I was sleeping on the sidewalk with nothing more than the shirt on my back for warmth and my backpack as a pillow for comfort. I'm glad to see that he finally made it out of jail. He's not a bad guy, he just has a poor habit of carrying around weapons the size of butcher knives. He was in his true element during this occupy business. Always participating in the marches and even going down with a swing or two as the police officers broke them up. The young "soldiers" of the movement would refer
Symbol for "Anarchy"
often represented by protestors.
to him as "The General". I would enjoy the speeches that he gave on the stage and he is one person that is definitely never at a loss for words (on or off the mic). I really don't see how they ever got any sleep though, because there wasn't a moment that would go by when someone wasn't up there ranting about the state of the economy, singing songs, or doing what I can only refer to as "other" which consisted of some sort of weird chanting or humming that would really creep me out. Once in a while I would enter his "headquarters" and ask to hear his war stories. They were always plotting and strategizing what parts of L.A. they were going to occupy next as well as various other methods of raising hell to get what they want which in all honesty I don't think they really even know themselves. I guess those days are long gone now. It has pretty much fizzled out to a few mere chalk ramblings on the City Hall steps. They still ambush
What's left of the movement
a few parades every now and then but it doesn't seem to have the same impact. Based on the stories that I've heard, their coalition was quite easily disbanded with a strategic move from a very large police force. They had to pop a few die-hard zealots from the trees with bean bag rounds but nothing severe like casualties. It seems that the main thing that this movement lacked was true leadership. There was no one person grabbing the reigns like Braveheart, giving them the direction they sorely needed. Instead, everyone was pretty much floundering on separate paths which didn't quite give it the strength it needed to remain intact. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise that I wasn't here when it all went down. I could have been one of the 300 people put in jail that night and that is not the kind of drama I need right now. Still, it would have been nice to have a place to camp out. Oh well, the best laid plans of mice and men.

We may be the 99%, but from what I can see it is the mighty 1% that is clearly holding all of the cards.

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