The Ocupados celebrated early this morning as NYC Mayor Michael Bloomberg unceremoniously tweeted that the owners of Zuccotti Park decided for mysterious undisclosed reasons (fear) to postpone for now their plan to "clean up" (billionaire-speak for "evict, using police force") the space at 7 a.m. Thousands of the uppity peasant-folk flooded the site overnight to lock arms and resist the planned eviction, and although the coppers didn't get to cold haul everybody off, they still managed to have their fun
And from <a href="http://www.amvalues.org/eod..." target="_blank">" rel="nofollow noopener" title="http://www.amvalues.org/eod/?p=1072">http://www.amvalues.org/eod... Gary Bauer sums it all up: <i>The private company that owns Zuccotti Park backed down from its demand that the Wall Street protestors clear out so the park could be cleaned. And how did the protestors respond? Just as Iran or the jihadists in the Palestinian territories do &mdash; at the first sign of weakness they attack!
The bum on the rods is hunted down As the enemy of mankind The other is driven around to his club Is feted, wined and dined. And they who curse the bum on the rods As the essence of all that is bad, Will greet the other with a winning smile, And extend the hand so glad.
The bum on the rods is a social flea Who gets an occasional bite, The bum on the plush is a social leech, blood sucking day and night. The bum on the rod is a load so light That his weight we scarcely feel, But it takes the labor of dozen of men To furnish the other a meal.
As long as you sanction the bum on the plush The other will always be there, But rid yourself of the bum on the plush And the other will disappear. Then make an intelligent, organized kick Get rid of the weights that crush. Don&#039;t worry about the bum on the rods, Get rid of the bum on the plush.
&quot;Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o&rsquo;clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.&quot;
In real life, pull out the facts...on Wonkette, pull out the snark.
Wow...and Rush became a radio hack. His family must be soooo proud.
Lol...sorry. &quot;Bum on the Rods&quot; by Frying Pan Jack
And from <a href="http://www.amvalues.org/eod..." target="_blank">" rel="nofollow noopener" title="http://www.amvalues.org/eod/?p=1072">http://www.amvalues.org/eod... Gary Bauer sums it all up: <i>The private company that owns Zuccotti Park backed down from its demand that the Wall Street protestors clear out so the park could be cleaned. And how did the protestors respond? Just as Iran or the jihadists in the Palestinian territories do &mdash; at the first sign of weakness they attack!
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Rush should read this...but he won&#039;t:
The bum on the rods is hunted down As the enemy of mankind The other is driven around to his club Is feted, wined and dined. And they who curse the bum on the rods As the essence of all that is bad, Will greet the other with a winning smile, And extend the hand so glad.
The bum on the rods is a social flea Who gets an occasional bite, The bum on the plush is a social leech, blood sucking day and night. The bum on the rod is a load so light That his weight we scarcely feel, But it takes the labor of dozen of men To furnish the other a meal.
As long as you sanction the bum on the plush The other will always be there, But rid yourself of the bum on the plush And the other will disappear. Then make an intelligent, organized kick Get rid of the weights that crush. Don&#039;t worry about the bum on the rods, Get rid of the bum on the plush.
Shorter Rush Rant:
&quot;Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o&rsquo;clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.&quot;
I bet he wonders what country he woke up in.
&quot;Meaningless lives...they want to matter&quot;
You mean like a useless tub of lard that has created nothing, inspired hatred, and lowers the IQ of an entire nation?
Sorry Rush, you are the definition of a meaningless life.
Maybe someone showed Bloomie the final scene from &quot;V for Vendetta&quot;.
You just <i>know</i> it&#039;s gonna happen one of these days.
(The hoards of people showing up, not the blowing up Big Ben part.)
It looks like I picked a bad time to invest in pepper spray manufactures.
No snark - that photo of the WWII vet just made me all verklempt. I love this country.
Russell Simmions has offered to pay for the clean up. What nice guy. <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.c..." target="_blank">" rel="nofollow noopener" title="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/13/occupy-w...">http://www.huffingtonpost.c...
Take that back door mayor.