I went downtown to Bowling Green yesterday to see what was going on for the one year anniversary of Occupy. A movement which has accomplished no much else other than racking up lengthy rap sheets. The good news is that were significantly less numbers from last year. I’d put the crowd at just a little over two hundred. There was very little energy today and almost everyone seemed to be asleep.
They slept like babies in the midday sun.
Yes, he is sucking his thumb.
I’ve never seen so many sleeping people.
They caught up on some shuteye.
They napped.
Grabbed forty winks.
Before you get up you have to at least wake up.
Since the movement is kaput, they probably figured ‘why not just lie down in the middle of a busy city on a Monday and close your eyes?’ And that they did.
They snoozed.
Caught some z’s.
Sawed wood.
Even the paid union Occupiers counted sheep.
They hit the hay.
They dozed.
They siesta’d … like a rock.
And then there were the upright sleepwalkers living in a dream.
“Feminist Polar Bear.” [I asked.]
Not exactly sure what that was. Occupy Furries? [Didn’t want to ask.]
This fellow was somewhat awake compared to the rest.
I didn’t see any Obama support from the ranks.
VIDEO: NYPD on overtime.
Some of these police officers had been at Bowling Green since 3 o’clock this morning.
Every day is Halloween in Occu-ville.
He “only wanted to be photographed in the sun.”
“TEAR DOWN BABYLON” spouts the sign held by a girl wearing torn hose, bleached hair displaying undeniably less-than-modest qualities.
(cross posted from urbaninfidel.blogspot.com)
