For instance, VERA; in the years prior to your take over, and the Naito take over of Baloney Joe's, when a life threatenning crisis occured in this city, the worries and cares of your greedy corporate pals took a back seat for a few days, as schools, churches, and even some businesses, openned temporary shelters, to give the homeless, as well as the stranded passengers, and those whose homes were rendered uninhabitable by the cold, someplace they could go to get warm, so that people did not die "of natural causes" under the bridges.
Oh, I realize that it is not all upon your shoulders VERA. Your corporate pals, including the media all conspired to try to paint a picture of a bright, pink, if somewhat pear shaped world, where the only worry was how people would get to work, to shop, to spend money, etc. Even when stories of the plight of the desperate ones jumped up and bit the hiney of one lovely and altogether well clothed reporter, the focus was immediately shifted to Ari, and how he could shovel enough snow to be able to go to work. From there, to the intrepid, if not too bright, "shopper" who braved polar bear conditions to blow into Troutdale factory stores to spend her hard earned cash. Even in this case the reporter missed her words, which, had the reporter been listenning, went something like "I am unemployed, and have to make every cent count. I am here for a one day sale on VEGAN vitamins."
Meanwhile, shift back to the lady in the hot tub, or Ari shovelling snow, or other repeat ad infinitum stories. The "reporter freezing his/her well clothed ass off between spells of sitting in a warm van sipping hot lattes served absolutely no community purpose. The weather conditions are available on web cams, and if all the reporter is there for is to show how fast a wet t shirt can freeze in sixteen degree weather, I think we can save him/her the trouble, just as we really do not need VERA to tell us it is time to get back to wo-ork. I will if you will, VERA.
Thanks again, Indymedia, for being there to tell the truth while the drones continue to tell us to let them eat cake. Vive' l' guillotine!