I really don’t want to be part of any big out of control protest – I am claustrophobic and afraid of loud noises, much like a cocker spaniel – but my guess is that Occupy SF won’t be like Oakland. The rumor is that the SFPD is raiding it tonight, which is why all my friends are going. As I ponder joining them, I’ve also been coming up with a number of possible Facebook status updates.
- To tell you the truth, I’d rather be occupying my couch tonight, but it’s time, friends. It’s time.
- Friends, family, and colleagues: don’t worry about me getting teargassed, as I am way too chickenshit to do anything but stand on the periphery and run away if things get intense.
- Please don’t fret about me, I’ll be fine tonight, because I can just tell the riot police that authority figures love me. That always works.
This last one is a reference to a time that I attempted to talk two cops out of arresting friends. When they told me to back away and shut up, I told them they were reacting incorrectly. Authority figures love me! They were unimpressed.
I will probably go for a bit tonight, but leave if it starts heating up. I can’t even cut an onion, dude – I’d be a seriously liability if I got teargassed. On the other hand, Mike is going, and I’d like to support him and our other friends. I also support the movement . Even though it obviously has its flaws, all populist movements do, and I think the cause is spot on. The fact that I have more Facebook update ideas than specific reasons for wanting to go tonight is troublesome, but I really am excited by what’s going on in the world right now – and angry at the way that corporations legislate through our elected officials – and I’d like to show it in some way other than online petitions.
So I’m going to finish my brew – did I mention I’m brewing a batch of beer right now? – and see where I end up when it’s done. If you see a photo of me tomorrow on the homepage of your newspaper of choice, looking bloody and disoriented, just blame the Funfetti.