Some years ago, during the height of Occupy, I walked from my house in Los Angeles up to Wilshire, where a bunch of kids had gathered to decry ... something. Drones maybe? Definitely the president and his bad neoliberal ways no better than a common President Bush. I went home and made a sign on a cardboard box; it read Out of Work Single Mom for Obama. I returned and stood across the street from them and waved and smiled, waved and smiled. A black woman in a Mercedes tried to give me some money.