I used to think that the various folks who use the bike path as if no one else could possibly use it were the paradigmatic examples of narcissism. Then I sometimes thought that motorists who parked across crosswalks were the Platonic ideal of the late lamented Greek. Today, I say the actual embodiment of narcissism. There are approximately elventybillion, umpteenth hundreds of thousands, of many, many people an tractors down to the Capitol expressing their contempt for Walker and Co with polite wit and restrained rage. Walking round the the Square is a pleasant but slow. The actual embodiment? I saw three joggers, two trying to run two abreast, try to job through the crowd. Bizarre behavior.
The best sign today was one of two with a Wizard of Oz theme, both very well done graphically, which said: Scott Walkers Yellow Brick Road leads to the Wicked Rich. Dogs are increasingly being pressed into service one had Union Thug sign and another had a Animals for the Ethical Treatment of People sign.
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