A guy I know refers to the recent restoration of state and local authority in St Louis*, Oakland, Portland (that’s the one with the mortars), and Atlanta (that’s the one with the tuberculosis) – I’ll add Denver and, at this rate, Philadelphia to the list – as ‘Liberations.’
I like it. Good, solid, American word. Liberation is what my country does in response to the specter of occupiers. Or ‘Occupiers,’ I guess. Hey, you can’t throw a rock into a crowd of Occupiers… well, you can’t throw a rock into a crowd of Occupiers because they’re already grabbed all the loose ones handy. But if you could, it’d probably hit a Commie. If only because the trust fund kids would be on the ground, protecting their precious Cult of Jobs artifacts**.
*This is too good not to share:
“It was an educative experience,” said William, 24, a local restaurant server who preferred not to give his last name. “It was interesting to see how the prison system functions. They moved us around a lot. They gave us high fructose corn syrup and white bread. I wouldn’t say I liked it.”
You’re not supposed to like the arrest process, Sparky. That’s the intent – which even apparently worked, although pretty much by accident. And, trust me: you didn’t see “the prison system.”
**Says the man with an iPad 2 (paid for indirectly via Activist Left hate mail) and latest-generation iPod. But I can give it up any time that I like.