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The Autumn Follies

Here’s the basic way it went:  I was out of town for a couple of weeks in Colorado (a story for another day there, but it was a fun trip). While I was gone, my Bride decided to surprise me by having the Autumn leaves removed from the front yard so that I wouldn’t have to rake and bag them this year—Truth is, we have almost an acre of the woods here in the Mill Creek area of Youngstown, and I routinely produce a couple of hundred yard bags of leaves every Autumn.  I really don’t mind, and it’s fun when we do it together, but still, it’s a chore.
We’ve tried hiring this job done, or partially done, in the past—never quite to my satisfaction though.  Too expensive, and the companies and individuals who have done the job in the past have complained about it while doing it.  I recall offering one young man some water while he was picking up the leaves, and he declined, asking if we didn’t have any soda or tea instead.  Had a full grown man with manly equipment once who bitched incessantly…

Occupy This

From what I’ve seen, even the spokes-beings for the occupy movement (is it really a movement?) are unwashed, unshaven, and from all appearances unemployed.I have no idea what they’re occupying for or against.They don’t seem to know either.They block access to public facilities as if it is their right to do so.I guess crapping wherever they want is also their right.
I’m pretty certain that the violence is part of the deal.I don’t really care that the aforementioned spokes-beings say that the violence isn’t their fault (I’ve heard them say that it’s the police who are responsible, or fringe groups who are out of control—whatever) but it most assuredly is their responsibility.
As long as their anti-social and assaultive violent behavior is focused against one another, it would be hard for me to care less about it, but now they’re managed to hospitalize a Denver Police Officer and a Colorado State Trooper. Enough.
Regarding the occupiers needs, wants, demands, or desires—you have no idea…