When I think of Occupy Wall Street, I think of human feces. I work in advertising in the Financial District of Manhattan, and I have, on a number of unfortunate occasions, ridden my bike past Zuccotti Park. The wind that whipped around the buildings and past the tents of the “protesters” always carried with it the stomach-turning stench of shit. Yesterday evening, I heard bucket-drums in the distance while a toothless man danced violently at the edge of the park, clearly inebriated at four in the afternoon, beckoning onlookers to enter as if he were the ringleader for an unsanitary circus. What began as a peaceful protest has turned into a haven for deranged homeless, thieves, hardcore drug addicts and sex offenders. Two months after the start of Occupy Wall Street, only about one-percent of the “99-percent” were still protesting in the park. The rest were freeloaders. Personally, I’m glad Bloomberg shut it down.
