Occupy, Eh?

I keep planning to go visit Occupy Baltimore and then I keep getting stymied by the cold or just my own love of staying home. I was super-excited to go sing some protest songs at OB one afternoon, but it rained. Friends, it would take me about 15 minutes to get there. I’d love to visit OWS, too, but, obviously, I don’t make it to New York very often. Going to Town is an operation that involves loading up the burro and putting on the store-bought clothes and taking a long, arduous car ride; trip on the Megabus; or, if I’m lucky, the train. What can I say? If I could live in a hobbit-hole, I would, brewing endless cups of tea, warming my paws at the turf fire, drawing pictures of small furry creatures. Such as myself. Hmm. Perhaps I actually do live in a hobbit-hole.

Anyway. I have been known to act quickly upon great enticement. You say “Vegan cupcakes” or “Free books” or “Rabbit show” and I’m out the door. Or “Sister Nancy Murray in a one-nun production of the life of Catherine of Siena?”  Also. Well, Wall Street Occupiers, something might very well entice me into your groovy encampment of joy. According to the Village Voice, a so-called “friendly cult,” the Twelve Tribes, has parked a “huge ’70s-style RV” (got me right there!) across from the famed Zuccotti Park. The bus is “wood-paneled” and “cozy” and they give you brownies. The bus, on the inside, looks like “someone’s rec room mixed with Frodo’s house.” (!!!!!)

The Twelve Tribes are “a messianic group that traces its origins to early 1970s Tennessee. They live on communes all over the U.S. and Europe. If you’ve ever seen a Yellow Deli or a Common Ground Café, that’s these guys.” When the Voice asked if they were looking to recruit at #OWS, a Tribesman named Emmett said, “What we always say is, ‘Come for a day or to stay.’ ”

I think I would definitely like to come for at least 45 minutes, Emmett! Do you know “Pass it On?”