Ok. what's next for Occupy Tampa?
Let's see, theres a General Assembly meeting over there by the palm tree right by the the three-day old stack of half-eaten lasagna from Eddie and Sams.
Um. We really should check and see if that guy arrested early this morning for taking a whiz on the sidewalk was one of ours...or one of those homeless guys who keep stealing our stuff.
Hmm. Or, maybe, well, let's see if we can grab one of these passers by and ask them to spell check our signs. I mean, they look like they can read, or maybe not, they don't really even look at our signs anymore, except for the one that was upside down, oh yeah, that smart aleck in the Hugo Boss suit noticed THAT one.
Or...I know! A Limbo contest!!
And so it goes.
No pepper spray. Nobody going to the hospital with a cracked skull. No national coverage when Occupy Tampers surge into the street and stop traffic.
Well, all right. They don't exactly surge. You need more than nine people for a surge. They kind of hang over the curb a little and hassle the people with the nicer, more expensive looking cars.
San Francisco had Pete Seeger drop by. Occupy Tampa can't even get a decent mariachi band.
Jeees. Even the solidarity march on November 17th was kind of lousy.
There they were...all twenty or so, marching - actually kind of skipping l- single file down across from the Platt Street Publix, holding up signs -which blocked their vision - so it looked like they were heading straight for the construction blockage at the Platt Street bridge...and then...ohmygawd...right into the water!!!
The above, witnessed by a Publix shopper who had just hopped out of his Porsche Carerra, and looked at the Occupy marchers across the street, then at a nearby reporter who happened to be in the same parking lot eating at one of those bright umbrella topped tables, and who was staring at the same scene, and the Porsche hopper outer said..."Oh, no...are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
And they, the reporter and the Porsche hopper outer, were, of course, thinking the unthinkable. Suicide by Hillsborough River muddy water.
At last. Finally! Headlines!!
Brian Williams. Geraldo Rivera. Jim Lehrer. Diane Sawyer. The New York Times....yessssssssss!
But the happy marchers -skippers- weren't heading for mass suicide, they were heading for a nearby park to regroup for the happy march -skip - back home to Curtis Hixon Park.
And then the same old routine.
The same old routine of stacked Eddie and Sam's boxes. abandoned running shoe next to a harmonica. Sleeping on the hard concrete. Slipping away to the nearby library and discreetly calling (everybody in the place heard it you dolt) begging your mom to send you the money to get home by Thanksgiving because you've had enough and don't even know why you're here, but you haven't eaten in two days, and somebody lifted your wallet and took your backpack...with all of your shorts and socks. And you miss your cat.
Yup, it's hard out there for a Tampa Occupier.
Msmorganpowell
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