Occupy Gracie (Gracie Mansion, NY)

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Time: Sunday, October 30 · 6:00pm - 8:00pm
Location : Gracie Mansion
Created By: Job Party
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=233756210020893

New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg is hosting an intimate dinner at Gracie Mansion on Sunday night for Senators and corporate executives to urge the SuperCommittee to "go big" and cut $4 trillion in federal spending.

To eliminate the budget deficit, the SuperCommittee could simply tax the top 1% through a Millionaires Tax and a Robin Hood Tax on... Wall Street speculation.

But instead they plan to slash Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security, and everything else essential to the survival of the 99%.

Their joyful champagne toast will be "Let them eat cake!"

Naturally, the 99% were not invited to dine with the 1% at Gracie Mansion. So we'll just have to @OccupyGracie.

At 6 p.m. we'll gather at 88th Street and 1st Ave (outside the Bagel Mill) and march 2 blocks to Gracie at 88th and East End

Come dressed as Marie Antoinette, Louis XVI, or a Peasant - and bring the family. We'll vote for the best costumes and they will serve us all cake!

Bloomberg to Host "Go-Big" Coalition for Sunday Dinner
http://influencealley.nationaljournal.com/2011/10/bloomberg-to-host-gobig-coalit.php

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

1. Is somebody going to bring a guillotine?

Just a symbolic one, of course.

[aquart]

2. Wouldn't symbolism go over their heads?

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

4. What heads?

Heh...

[starroute]

3. These things always set Phil Ochs running through my head

In a building of gold, with riches untold,
lived the families on which the country was founded.
And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles,
were there, for they also were hounded.
And the soft middle class crowded in to the last,
for the building was fully surrounded.
And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution.

Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs
and searched for a comforting notion.
And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall
As they shook in doubtful devotion.
The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks,
wet their minds in bitter emotion.
And they talked about the ringing of revolution.

We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared,
for our time was taken with treasure.
Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame,
And pain was prevented by pleasure.
The world, cold and grey, was so far away
In the distance only money could measure.
But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Rni9Cwoe6g