So I ended up having a great day watching Citizen United movies and brushing elbows with big wigs (oh, okay, mostly college Republicans) at Liberty Plaza outside the RNC today.
Life is weird. One minute I’m burning precious sleep hours by researching Occupy plans for the RNC, in order to decide whether a trip downtown is actually worth the trouble, and also to put off actually pressing chores like hanging pictures on the wall or paying bills.
Then the next minute, while obsessively scrolling the painfully boring and yet strangely compelling comment strings on yet another Occupy Facebook page, I come upon a gaggle of gleeful goofballs who seem mostly harmless, but yet clearly intend to “occupy” and potentially disrupt Citizen United’s scheduled showing of “Occupy Unmasked.”
Don’t bother clicking on that Occupy link above; that page went straight down the memory hole a day later. (I wonder why?) Yay for screen caps!
The useful idiots got really fired up during this comment string, snarfing up tickets and making big plans to humiliate the heck out of those hateful haters who hate the love Occupiers want to share. Here’s a mere sample:
Sharing love . . . effing with them . . . giving hell . . . whatever.
Later in the string, the Occupiers noticed that perhaps they were being noticed:
Part of me dismissed the string, thinking: Citizens United has already changed the online ticketing procedure. They must already know about this little Facebook pow-wow.
But then, maybe they just saw the giant spike in ticket requests, and rightly questioned it. Maybe they don’t know where it’s coming from. So I saved the screen shots and sent the info to a Citizens United contact email.
Next thing I know, I’m volunteering to help Citizens United show movies at Liberty Plaza. A week later, my husband is dropping me off, security guards are annoyed by my lack of credentials, but the Citizen United folks at the gate are like, Linda from the email? Come on in.
Honestly, I was only slightly helpful during the event, being nothing more than an interloper with no knowledge of standard operating procedure. Still, I answered a question or two, and also managed to be a warm body manning a table. Yay me!
The first movie was Rendezvous With Destiny, a documentary of Ronald Reagan. It was fantastic. I couldn’t help comparing Reagan with Obama. Totally diametric, of course: a city on a hill, versus everyone thinks they are exceptional, which means that no one is really exceptional.
Newt and Callista Gingrich themselves came to introduce the Reagan movie:
It was kinda weird, sitting so close to a figure I’ve seen and heard so many times in the news. Later, while I bravely accomplished the task of being a warm body at the entrance gate, I heard some fedora-wearing fellow stating that he was Robert Stacy McCain. Aha! My warm body task proves fruitful!
I’m sorry to hear that the RNC gig has been so painful to Mr. McCain, as well as others. It’s been pretty dang sweet to the likes of me. I know that security seems over-the-top, but the thing is. To me, the crazy-thick police presence is a comfort. They may not be uniformly cheerful, but their uniform is reassuring.
Reassurance is needed when folks like the Black Panthers and Black Bloc have made clear their RNC fantasies. When leftist protests fall short of expectations, well I can’t help but wonder. Did the over-the-top display of strength help keep them away?
Well, that and Hurricane Isaac.
I’ll be helping Citizens United again tomorrow. This act is totally selfless, by the way. It has nothing to do with my desire to witness political history, nor to watch good movies for free, nor to get free food and beer, nor to shake hands with politicians and bloggers.