Day One

One a beautiful Fall day some 4 to 500 people gathered to start what we have all wished would of happened years ago.

It took an hour-and-a-half to come a consensus as to what the word "nonviolent" meant. In the end a compose toilet was built, and there's a Port-O-Let on a construction job close by, that some one found was left open. Committees were formed, and I'm on Security, Outreach and Education.



The police were extremely relaxed. I made point of educating several of them on why they should arrest the FEDS instead of us should the orders come down. The only time when they were called in was when the crowd stormed City Hall. And even then they were stern but polite.



The police open the Gazebo for us, but later, the only lights out in the park were those lights around the Gazebo, making us have to move the GM to the lighted area. The police said they weren't responsible and couldn't tell me if the lights were on last night.



Eventually the group settled in and began organizing by using what has become known as the "people's microphone." When anyone wants to speak they chop-up what they are saying into 3 or 4 words at a time as those around repeat what was said. It's laborious, but can lead to some funny moments.








I made a little girl cry today. No not the one above, but an older little girl. I lost my patience and inferred that a statement she made was stupid. I got called on the carpet for not abiding by "committee rules." I apologized, but I don't believe they believed I meant it. I didn't. Her statement was stupid.

So I'm taking a break from the revolution and indeed might just become the lone-ranger once again. It would be my plight that what I have been calling for, for so long, I would now abandon.

After the toilet situation was somewhat resolved, (we still don't have Port-O-Let's, but Rome was built in a day either) and they got around to resolving what the protocol of the protocol should be, which I doubt still hasn't been resolved, the food program was next, and then the most pressing thing seemed to be in forming the entertainment committed. I have yet to see us picket a thing, or pass-out a flier since Thursday.

Aside from a dozen or so hard-core patriots, for now this thing has descended into a haven for homeless-hippies still searching for Nirvana.

I'm still hoping for better things to come. But if this is what we have to fight the PTB with, God can't help us.



This is what this bullshit has descended into. The below flier is one I submitted and it is being blocked because, are you ready for this, I have END THE FED in it.

I am one-step away from divorcing myself from this crap. It is obvious I do not work well with others, especially when the collective mind becomes a neutralizing element and allows the COINTELPRO agents to block the main focus of what this movement was suppose to be targeting.