As traditions go, the Rose Parade couldn’t be chintzier. So, naturally, the #Occupy hordes of anarchist, cultural mongoloids knew that without their involvement it would be another dull year of decadent middle-class floral hedonism. Filthy and free, hippie vibes moved through our assembly at Singer Park, as #OccupyLA organizers screamed, “Mike check!”, co-ordinating wandering demonstrators in to a concentrated metaphor of corporate tyranny.
The #Occupy procession was joined by many others with unique views, some draped with flags emblazoned with images of “alternative medicine”, militant vegans, Code Pinkers, men who claimed an intimate understanding of the English-language Bible and an orange-jumpsuited man schlepping a turquoise tie-dyed cross. As 99%, all were welcomed under the banner, #OCCUPY, demanding an end to financial slavery.
Onlookers were sometimes confused by our presence, as one woman wearing a Bindi in the stands shouted, “You don’t belong here! This isn’t the time! This isn’t the place!”
As the parade wound to a close, police trucks pushed behind the parade, herding the #Occupation forces to our rally point in front of Pasadena City Hall.
Adding to the confusion, police removed barriers dividing north and south Arroyo parkway, as local traffic inched through the intersection. Several times local bus’ 266 would cut through and stall in the center of the road, reducing the five thousand throng to otherwise meek and manageable numbers.
Our moral grounds once again settled, speakers from #OLA spoke over a PA to rouse the assembled. Other protestors looked around nervously as riot police gathered along the cordon, but our peaceful assembly, kept to the south side of the street’s double-yellow line, gave police forces little provocation to cross the barricades.