that you're making a documentary about baseball. But instead of
filming from the sidelines, reading up on the sport, and interviewing
players, you boldly bombard the mound, kick the pitcher in the dick,
and record the crowd's reaction. You'd probably end up with a movie
about angry baseball fans, and perhaps even be able to pepper it with
footage of yourself getting tackled by infielders.
that this would be depraved. Not because I came down here with an
anus full of substances; if the $50 million in security preemptively
accomplished one thing, it was to scare me out of smuggling mushrooms
in my undies. Rather, my premonition came at Logan airport, where I
sat stranded in the terminal for two hours with the likes of Mitt
Romney cohort Eric Fehrnstrom, who's best known lately for boosting
Etch A Sketch sales; anti-choice, anti-marijuana, pro-charter school
New Hampshire Senator Kelly Ayotte; and Boston Herald gasbag
Howie Carr, who was rocking short-shorts and Birkenstocks despite the
promise that he'd sport bright-yellow hurricane year
Richard Harding Wood was riled up before Occupy. Along with other
friends from Malden, the then-20-year-old started coming into Boston
on weekends early last year wielding placards to protest the Federal
Reserve Bank. So when Occupy Boston settled across Atlantic Ave from
the Fed in late-September, it was a no-brainer for Wood to get
night in Chicago was surreal . . . There was zero violence,
unconditional love, and peaceful pandemonium. I accidentally stepped
on some dude’s Jordans and he shook my hand . . . Cell phone lines
were so jammed that people couldn’t reach one another, but I was
far from alone. I must have wrapped my arms around 100 people .
As is becoming increasingly evident,
the actions surrounding NATO add up to a perpetual protest. There's
no beginning or end, with shit popping from activist crash pads to
streets across the city, where clashes with police are getting more
frequent and more intense around every corner. In the past few days
I've had countless conversations with journalists, Occupiers, and
every type of reporter and aggregator in-between about how most of us
won't be able to file extensive accounts until things slow down a
bit, since every second spent writing inside is a second that we
could and should be documenting from the front lines.
I wasn't even at Daley Plaza for two minutes when I ran into Vermin Supreme. From Austin to Boston to here, I've seen him more than I've seen my family over the last six months . . .
Like Vermin, there were a few thousand other heads out there assembling peacefully at the National Nurses United rally . . .
not following Tom Morello around the country. It might seem that way;
in the past few months I've caught him at South by Southwest in
Texas, and a few weeks ago for May Day in New York City, where the Rage legacy
and Occupy icon organized a GUITARMY to stomp some blacktop swinging axes. But while Morello will indeed be in Chicago
today, kicking for tens of thousands in Daley Plaza, his street-side
spectacular is hardly the main selling point for my trek to the
long last, I'm having a New York City release party for my Occupy
book, 99 Nights with the 99 Percent. Better yet I'm doing it
the night before May Day (on Monday, April 30), and one block from
Zuccotti park, where this whole thing began. If you're in the area,
it would mean a lot to me if you stopped by.
Readers of the Phoenix don't need to be told that CHRIS FARAONE has got #Occupy coverage on lock -- you've been reading his dispatches from #OccupyBoston (and Wall Street, Florida too many more to list . . . ) since the beginning of the movement. Still, we wanted to point out that we're not the only ones who think Faraone's shit is awesome.
of all, I want to say that everyone feels just awful about the polite
woman who lives in Harbor Towers, and who had to sit in traffic for a
full half-hour one day last Fall on account of Occupy Boston marching
down Atlantic Ave. In a way, she's a bold representation of all the
apathetic martyrs who've been inconvenienced by the countless people
who are standing up for jobs and civil rights.
Chris Faraone, our fabled staff writer, embedded Occupy correspondent, and author of the newly-published 99 Nights with the 99 Percent
-- out now, get a copy tonight when he reads at Brookline Booksmith --
was sparring with WRKO's Tom & Todd this morning when they called in
reinforcements: for the last ten minutes of an hour-long talk-radio
battle over the Occupy movement, Faraone went mano-a-mano with
right-wing provocateur and all-around awful human ANDREW BREITBART,
last seen outside CPAC screaming at Occupy protestors to "stop raping
best way to comprehend the nuts and bolts of the American political
machine is to work for it. And so I did. For Newt Gingrich.
in downtown Manch next to a cigar shop, the office broadcasts the
message that Newt wants you to know that the good people of New
Hampshire like him. Really like him.
Enough with all the bullshit about how much New Hampshire residents
know about politics. And about how everyone who lives here has had
numerous dinner dates with each of the candidates, in which they've
discussed Iranian nuclear proliferation over porterhouses. It's
nonsense, and if you don't believe me, then ask any average
“undecided” voter what they think of Rick Santorum's foreign
policy, or Ron Paul's vintage collection of Nike Airs.
Dispatch from Boston Phoenix New Hampshire correspondent Dan McCarthy:
– Rick Santorum wants to be like Ronald Reagan in the 1980 campaign
New Hampshire Primary. He wants to compare his plight here against
Mitt Romney to how the Gipper came around and whooped George H. W.
Bush, who eventually conceded and accepted the VP nod.
Yesterday was a pretty busy day for #OccupyBoston: arguing the constitutional merits of Dewey Square in state court, getting their sink bogarted by BPD. So we totally understand if you missed that our easter-egg meme from last week's paper -- #OCCUTAN, created by Phoenix design director Kevin Banks -- was declared "winner of the internet" by some dudes on Reddit