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Wild protest on Wall Street. Sort of

I’m no dummy but this whole economic crisis has got me in a tizzy.

I’m no dummy but this whole economic crisis has got me in a tizzy. I mean, I know we’re in a recession, I know about the bailout, I know about AIG and the banks and GM, and I know about the G-20, but shit’s still confusing. So when I heard there was going to be a march on Wall Street today I figured that this would be as good a chance as any to educate myself on what’s going on. At the very least surely I'd get to see things burning, like in London

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I got down to the corner of Broadway and Wall Street around 1 PM, right on time, and quickly found myself in a swarm of old men and women screaming that tired chant, “WHOSE STREETS? OUR STREETS!” led by this dude who was kind of like a black Bruce Springsteen. He would yell and rant about the working class and do this weird thing where he’d start a sentence talking normal and then be singing by the end of it. That’s him up there.

By this point it was pretty sloppy outside and I decided I might be better off just talking to some of the protestors to try and figure things out instead of listening to the main speakers. It didn’t really do me much good. Just about everyone I talked to gave me the same reasoning and response, pretty much saying that the government should be giving them money instead of giving it to banks. Fucking babies.

I eventually made friends with this guy…

His name’s Jacob, and yes, he is available for parties. He tried to explain things to me but because of the rain and noise I couldn’t really hear him. So we stood there in the rain and I just nodded my head. By this point I was just as bummed and confused as I was earlier, except now my jeans and shoes were full of water. So I decided to head out before the march and deal with my sorrow and problems the old-fashioned way.