Occupy Harvard Yard is like when you were 6 years old, and you went camping … in your backyard, with your father. If you got scared, you could just run back in the house to get a hug from Mommy.
I have one suggestion for the Little Lord Fauntleroys at Occupy Gated Community. If you really want to commit a revolutionary act this weekend, get to the hardware store in the Square (if it hasn’t been shut down to make room for yet another Starbucks). Buy some bolt cutters. And late tonight, sneak up to the gates, cut the chains and throw open the gates of Harvard to the downtrodden 99 percent you claim as your comrades.