Oh, did I say this was Little Mikey Lupica’s take on the Occupy Wall Street mob?
My bad. This was the tiny jocksniffer in March 2010.
As always, you wonder where this patriotism and righteousness and Tea Party activism was during Bush-Cheney. You wonder if all the people who want to take to the streets – and to the television cameras now – decided they weren’t needed for eight years because they thought the country was going so good. Or maybe they have just convinced themselves that the Obama who must now be stopped didn’t just inherit this America, he created it.This is no longer about political dissent. It is about storm trooper sound bites and hate. This isn’t the kind of honest debate on which our system of government has been built. It is vile, back-alley fighting, getting worse by the day, with no end in sight. People say that opposition to all Presidents, even the most unpopular white ones, sounds like this. No, it doesn’t.
Fast forward to yesterday as the one-percenter comes down from his Connecticut mansion to mingle with the great unwashed and refuses to acknowledge the obvious. Now he’s a pathetic apologist for a roving band of marauders.
They have gotten the attention of the city and the country and the world, all right, done that even as they have been demonized and ridiculed, as if you are supposed to believe that anybody who has shown up at Zuccotti Park is some kind of America-hating dope fiend or sex fiend or both. It was a lousy lie from the start, and will stay a lie, this idea from small minds with big voices that you judge all of them by a few. It is a good thing we don’t go seat to seat and judge baseball crowds in this city the same way.