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The May Day blues

May 01, 2002 ~ 5:40 p.m.

So here it is May Day. This is the time of year when all the Socialists and Fellow Travellers of the Disgruntled Proletariat take to the streets and run riot. Apparently, it�s great fun to partake in if your brain is quite a bit addled, but for most normal people it is a day looked upon with apprehension.

In years past, May Day protestors would wreak absolute havoc, tearing as much of London apart as they could, but last year, the police devised a plan to contain the mobs. In other words, they did their job. Barricades were erected and those committing offenses�or those who were just plain offensive, not much difference here�were rounded up and charged with felonies. Now the I�m-So-Bored-With-Anything-To-Do-With-Success types have promised a different stategy to elude the Met this year. While Oxford Circus might look like a simple peace protest today, it allows other parts of this fringe group to create turbulence in Mayfair or Kensington. Just today, while travelling through Brompton�an area of the city not normally expected to be the center of much trouble�I noticed a Fiat dealership that had had all its cars removed from the display room. These folks weren�t taking any chances at giving the Anti-Capitalist Crackpots and the Gruesome Greens a chance to inflict a dip on the NASDAQ or save the environment from the perils of the internal-combustion engine.

But I�m not so bothered, per se, about the storefront window-smashing or the burning of American flags or the demands to hand control of the Middle East over to a group of people who think of the use of suicide bombs as a noble tool of diplomacy. You�d expect that on Bolshevism�s biggest day. Nor am I bothered so much by their guerrilla tactics. It displays some sense of creativity beyond the playground sandbox to which they normally limit themselves.

No, what I�m bothered by are the little punks, the ignorant traunts in their bell-bottom jeans and facial masks who on this day will decry anything to do with open markets or making the world safe for democracy. Today they will bitch and moan, intimidate businesses, and disturb innocent people just trying to do an honest day�s work. Tonight, if they aren�t sweating it out in a downtown jail cell�which most of them won�t�they will go home to Mom and Dad�s posh house in Surrey, Kent or Berkshire, content to live off the fruit of their parents� hard labors. This is what pisses me off on this day.

Well, time to go home now and discover the joys of massive traffic gridlock that these kiddies have inflicted upon us all today.

� M.E.M.

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