During our visit to
my Marine buddy and I walked through the square in and among the occupiers and then took a lap around the perimeter of the park. We did meet a recently retired Marine (he was wearing his Federal badge on a “Marines” lanyard) who was looking on with undisguised amusement. We shared a moment of Marine camaraderie and then moved back into the center of the square. Occupy DC
One guy did stand out (with "Hey EPA . . . " sign). He was trying to get the crowd motivated and they weren’t having any of it. He was bellowing that he wanted everyone to come with him and picket at the EPA. He bellowed “Clean coal is an oxymoron.” His most colorful sign wished that his “girlfriend was as dirty as coal.” No doubt if she was hanging around in this park for long - she was. He seemed to have a thing about coal.
Finally, he had enough. He bellowed “Only six? That’s all? That’s disgusting!” And the small party trudged off to the EPA. I’m certain that some bureaucrat wrote yet another regulation on his behalf. Everyone else might have been diverted by a delivery or release of baked goods as a number of his fellow occupiers appeared all of a sudden with an assortment of doughnuts and bagels.
The hardest working guy at the
McPherson Square was a guy with a push broom. He was sweeping the leaves off the sidewalks that crisscrossed the park. He was doing a good job and actually asked me politely to move as I hadn’t detected that I was in his way.
The protest at the EPA had been listed on a whiteboard near the information booth that had a schedule of sorts for the day. Something like “12:00 – Protest EPA” and then there was “12:30: Announcements.” My buddy and I waited on pins and needles. One occupier came out with a bullhorn and it just squeaked. I think he was testing it – no joy. Many suggestions emanated from his fellow occupiers, but the final assessment was that all the batteries were dead. There was one guy who emerged with a clip board – he might have been the mayor of
Obamaville – but for the want of a battery, we may never know.
More to come . . . . . .