From the virtual get-go, smug haters, like those seen on the CNBC channel, dismissed the protestors as a collection of rag-tag hippy dirtbags who blew off showering. In the bubble in which these folks exist, empathy is absent, so they had no clue that their mockery painted them as elitist hatemongers, character and class assassins masquerading as journalists. They sent my blood pressure up another notch.

In the last week or so, the Post has upped the ante, calling for NY Mayor Bloomberg to quash the Zuccotti gathering, which on Wednesday I saw has turned from a campground into a true Tent City. That to me signaled that these committed patriots are in it to win it, are digging in to fight for what is right, for fairness, for a political process freed from malignant corporate meddling, for a more sensible distribution of income which doesn’t leave the 99% scrambling for the crumbs while the Goldman Sachs types gorge themselves on an obscene feedbag of earnings and capital gains and the like. The Post and company have been switching up their reasons for shutting down the movement, because they can’t advertise their true reasoning, that they think the upper crust deserve every bit they accrue and those that aren’t rich are poor because they are lazy sponges who should just get a frickin’ job. Often, they’d be up in arms about hygiene, whining that the park is sea of urine within an island of excrement, when the only thing that ought to be flushed is their ideology, which exists as testament to their ability to skillfully rationalize their rampant greed and modify it into substitutes palatable for public consumption and their own pea-sized consciences.