I took the Metrorail to Downtown Miami about 8 P.M. tonight, to play a visit to our "friends" the anti-Capitalism protesters. Oh, you don’t know what I’m talking about? Miami is hosting negotiations this whole week for the proposed Free Trade Area of the Americas (FTAA), a proposal that would do what its name suggests; create a tariff-free area for almost the whole continent. (I’m pretty sure Cuba won’t join.)
With the FTAA conference, of course, the blithering morons respectful protestors come. I got off Metrorail (Miami’s overpass train), and I took the metromover (downtown’s mini-rail overpass service) to an station close to the meeting--the closest station was closed. The cops were everywhere, tense, but I don’t think they were in danger today. I went to the concert/protest, and I was amazed... by how few people were there. I don’t think there were a thousand people. Hell, I think half the people were there to watch exotic animals colorful people like I was. When I walked by there was the Guitar player from the extinct Rage Against the Machine playing by himself--apparently, Rage was a machine itself, it broke down, and there were no Marxist mechanics around. The "activists" themselves were pretty quiet, they haven’t reached critical mass, but I did manage to run into a Marxist lady I know (from a philosophy class), and she looked at me with the most surprised eyes I’ve ever seen. She must be telling her friends about the spy she recognized today.
In the end, I didn’t see anything spectacular, but it was nice to see the evil ones demoralized. |