I gotta wonder exactly who the Children of Liberty’s quartermaster is? ‘Cause I want to hire her for running our homeless shelters.
First there was the Valentine’s Day pink marshmallow fluff stunt. Brilliant! Now, giant styrofoam snowballs rolling across the Common on the anniversary of the (first, real) Boston Massacre. If nothing else, I have to admire their logistical genius. Where the hell do you get that many four-foot spheres? Never mind smuggling them into the Common at zero-dark-early hours.
Which is not to diss their PR sense or their politics. You have to admit, the combination of historical parallels and absurdism made it perfect fodder for TV networks struggling to fill in the blanks imposed by Bush’s new “information control” initiative. The fact that there was one snowball for each day Bush has delayed the election made it a pointed protest. Very pointed, indeed.
And apparently that sharp jab hit a nerve. There have been black SUVs with tinted windows all over the city for two days. You can’t go outside without hearing a helicopter hovering overhead. And a bunch of men with crew cuts, all wearing skin-tight brand-new blue jeans, with their polo shirts tucked in, are walking around the city and looking studiously casual. I wanted, desperately, to point out to whomever is doing the FBI’s undercover wardrobe buying that no male in Boston would be caught dead in acid-washed Levis with a bomber jacket on over them. Not since Top Gun was in the theaters, anyway.
Though, now that I think about it, with the 1984-era jeans and jackets, it’s not FBI but that intelligence branch of BackWater Thugs TM. North Carolina ain’t a hot-bed of fashion.
We didn’t write yesterday because Paul was kept at work very late by a variety of “casual” visitors who just happened to “know your dad from back in the day” and wanted to talk about Gil’s current activities, “was he hip to” the Children of Liberty? Their lingo is as out of date as their clothes. Yeah, it’s gota be BackWater Thugs. Even the Feebs are better than that!
The good thing, I guess, is that no one mentioned anything about our blog. At least, we’re still only getting a handful of hits each day, mostly from recognizable sources. Friends, mostly. For the first time, I worry about what’s going to happen if anyone Googles Paul’s name and finds this blog and my rantings. Hi NSA! Loved your work on Purple! Please don’t fire Paul just because I’m a bitch!