If you support the stated goals of indolent socialist scum, you shouldn’t whine when your business is damaged or destroyed.
For Tzortzatos, the “occupation” has resulted not just in a loss in business. “I’ve had a lot of damage from the protesters,” she said. “I’ve had to put a $200 lock on my bathroom because they come in here and try to bathe. The sink fell down to the ground, cracked open, pulled the plumbing out of the wall and caused a flood. It’s a no-win situation. If I open the restroom for one, 30 people line up outside, disrupting my business.”
A manager at the nearby Essex World Cafe — who asked to remain anonymous — shared similar complaints. Referring to three young men waiting at the end of the counter, he explained, “They want to use the toilet, the phones, we give them free water and free ice. They sit here and don’t buy anything, but they recharge their phone batteries with our plugs, and I tell them, ‘Hey, if you guys are going to come, I need to do some business here. We are suffering, too!’ And then they start with their own words, going against you.” The three young men eventually left the cafe, each carrying large containers the staff had filled with hot and cold water for them.
This manager also cited damages, including graffiti on his restroom walls. “For eight and a half years, there was nothing on those walls,” he said. “Now it says ‘Viva la Revolucion’ everywhere. Yes, ‘Viva la Revolucion,’ but don’t write it on my toilet. I let you use my facilities without being a customer and this is what I get?”
Still, he finds it hard to turn them away. “I cannot say anything against them because most of them have problems of their own,” he said, noting he shares some similar concerns about the issues the protestors have put front and center.
Despite the anger that has risen from such acts of vandalism and carelessness, some local businesses are quietly rooting for the protestors — or at least their cause.
“These young people don’t want to be here,” said one T-shirt vendor, stationed only feet away from the outskirts of the camps. “They don’t want to sit through the rain and cold. They are just looking for results, for change. They just want what we all want — money and security.”
Yeah. Right. Wake the fuck up already, whydon’tcha? Otherwise, don’t come crying to real Americans when the sorry bastards take advantage of your good will for them and their vile agenda and leave your business a busted-up shambles.
Via Jonah G, who’s out there besliming himself in the PuffHo fever swamps so I don’t have to–thank God. Elsewhere at the Corner, Steyn makes a related larger point:
But it’s not just that conservatives are by nature antipathetic to collective action, but also that you need a certain blindness to self-evident absurdity. There is almost nothing so stupid that Frances Fox-Piven won’t say it in public – and, as a result, things are going her way pretty swimmingly. Years ago, Jule Styne, the great composer of “Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!”, gave me a word of advice: He said the quickest way to make a million dollars was to take the joke that makes you laugh most and play it for real. In the 1927 Broadway season, George Abbott was working on what was supposed to be a comedy about southern morals that results in the gal’s dad shooting her suitor dead. It was going nowhere as a comedy, so he decided to play it as melodrama, and Coquette was the box-office smash of the season: “You never heard such weeping in the theatre in your life,” he told me.
I think the sheer plonking earnestness of leftist agitprop makes the same point. I mean, is there anything as hilarious as anarchists demanding more total government control, which is in essence what “Occupy Wall Street” boils down to? Yet those guys are out there playing it for real, and very convincingly – as they do with all the most exquisite jests, from “climate change” to transgendered bathrooms. When I sang “Kung Fu Fighting”, I prefaced it by saying that in an ideal world this is not the hill of western civilization I would have chosen to die on. But we don’t get a choice, and Jay’s correct. Instead of doing eight bars as a droll after-dinner jape, I should be out in the street leading thousands of angry “activists” in the full twelve-minute megamix. As my compatriot Kate McMillan likes to say, “Not showing up to riot is a failed conservative policy.“
True enough. But as the nation continues to lurch further into the socialist morass and our erstwhile prosperity and freedom disappear entirely and for good, that will change. And seeing as how we have all the guns, when we do finally riot, it’s going to have a lot more impact than any mere “street theater.”
So to speak.
Update! 99 Percenters? Yeah, right.
Dear protesters in New York City,
You are not 99 percent of America. I don’t mean that in the obvious numerical sense. If 99 percent of Americans had actually joined your march, Manhattan would have flipped over by now.
What I mean is that if 99 percent of Americans actually sympathized with your cause, the entire nation’s economy would have collapsed long ago — apparently to the delight of the organizers of this current protest.
Those people you left stuck in traffic have a hard time paying their bills and rents and health insurance and mortgages. They worry about things like finding decent schools for their children to attend and making sure they don’t get fired at work, and fixing leaking roofs and chimneys.
You know what they don’t worry about, ever? Smashing patriarchy and capitalism.
So when your organizers go on television and say things like, “It’s revolution, not reform!” and they’re not joking, those words might give some of these narrow-minded people an unpleasant, October 1917 kind of feeling.
As well it might. Nice thing is, though, that when the commies do finally take over, spoiled-rotten little useful-idiot brats like these are always the very first ones to be put up against a wall and shot. It’d be damned nice if we could just go ahead and take care of that without having to deal with any idiotic revolution first.
Bang, zoom update! JWF: “The one thing most of these slobs aren’t occupying is a job.” That’s by way of a link to this deliciously satisfying blast from Michael Graham:
Attention, Boston: The Occupiers want YOU — to do their laundry.
The Occupation movement featured an online posting on Monday requesting “volunteers” to come to the New York City campsite, pick up the protesters’ laundry, “take it to their home to get it clean and bring it back.”
You know — just like Mom?

Has there ever been such a collection of mewling, puking overgrown babies as the clueless college brats of the “Occupation” — a particularly ironic phrase given how few of these oafs actually have one.
Read all of it. He tells it exactly like it is, pulling no punches whatever, and I promise: you will LOVE it.
WE DEMAND update! Harsanyi lays ‘em out:
We demand a minimum wage of $10, no … make it $20. We earned it. And we demand the end of “profiteering,” because there is no better way to end joblessness than stopping the growth of capital. We also demand a maximum wage law, because selfish American dreams need a ceiling.
We demand the institution of direct democracy, because if a bunch of people say it’s OK, it’s OK. And everyone deserves to have his or her voice heard. Except Mr. Moneybags, who we demand stop contributing his own money to candidates we disagree with, to issue groups we loathe and to lobbyists who do not work for organizations featuring “Service,“ ”Employees,“ ”International” and/or “Union” in their title.
We demand the end to bailouts and corporate subsidies, unless we’re talking about companies that feature sunflowers or sun rays in their logos, because that’s the kind of morally gratifying institution we approve of, and thus, they should totally be fast-tracked and bailed out with your money to bring the fossil fuel economy (“the economy”) to an end.
As near-impossible as it is to parody these purblind fools, David somehow manages it.