The Occupation of Los Angeles - Part 5 - 10/13/2011
On Thursday afternoon, I stopped by the squatter camp at Los Angeles City Hall to see what the "occupiers" were up to. I got there just in time to join up with a group of about 35 flea-baggers who were getting ready to march over to the financial district about six blocks away to yell at a bank. There were at least 150 more people sitting around the park, most of them preferred to stay behind and smoke weed, bang on drums or simply lounge around in the sun. So our little ragtag mob headed off to the Bank of America Tower led by a shirtless young man in a very short pair of cut-off blue jeans.
Nearly everyone had a unique, hand made sign to wave as we marched along chanting, "We are the 99%! We are the 99%!"
This angry young woman declared her own personal "War on Terrorism".
Finally we reached our destination, the evil Bank of America tower, right in the middle of that part of Los Angeles where the men wear neckties and serious shoes.
People at the ATM machine laughed at us as we approached the entrance.
And then the bank had the nerve to send out a couple of hired thugs to keep us from entering the building!
So we spoke truth to power and started chanting some of our best slogans.
After a few minutes, one member of our small band of revolutionaries stepped forward and raised a power fist right in front of the fascist security guards.
Soon more brave "occupiers" approached the bank entrance…
…and raised their fists in defiance.
Not surprisingly, the bank locked the doors.
Our courageous leader, Mr. Hotpants, led us all in the chanting of more slogans.
People raised their signs and held their banners for all to see.
Ordinary citizens looked on in awe of our brazenness and courage.
Soon an elder member of our band of rebels took the megaphone and gave a loud and impassioned speech, telling us of how Bank of America stole his house. Red with rage he claimed to have never missed a payment on his mortgage, yet the bank for no reason at all "illegally stole" his home from him, throwing his family out into the street! He demanded that the president of Bank of America be put on trial for crimes against humanity and given a life sentence.
Everyone roared in disapproval. We all shook our fists high towards the top floor of the gleaming bank tower, while the fascist police watch our every move, waiting for a chance to brutalize us with their night sticks.
Mr. Hotpants again led us as we chanted, "Bank of America! Bad for America!"
One of our comrades went down to the sidewalk and bravely tried, unsuccessfully, to bring in new recruits to our cause.
We all waved our signs a bit more, but it was hot out and we were all getting tired.
We all raised our fists one last time. Some of the elders in the group also flashed the peace sign. Our work here done for the day, we marched back to our base camp at City Hall.
Tomorrow, Wells Fargo!
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