Good stuff. Stay vigilant.
Confessions of a San Francisco Tea Party Mobstress
By Sally Zelikovsky
When I first donned my mobster’s hat last April, clinging to it as I do my guns and Bible, I was embarking on a journey not only into the unknown but also into the unknowable: unknown because, like most of my fellow mobsters, I had never attended a protest before; unknowable because we were in the unnerving position of having to react to the endless barrage of “hope and change” that would be hurled our way. But don that hat I did along with hundreds and now thousands of others in the Bay Area.
Bay Area mobsters take protesting seriously: they study the issues in preparation for an event, confer with permit officers and police before and during an event (we even thank them), create pithy but catchy signage to deflate their anger and, why the police love us most of all, clean up after the protest.
Truth, Lies and In Between 