I stopped by the Occupy Wall Street demonstration yesterday, Day 14 of the group’s protest against corporate greed, injustice, and the overall fucked-up-ness taking place in the country as of late. I observed. I asked questions. I took a few pictures. The group’s vision is a bit cloudy, and the scene at Zuccotti “Liberty” Park is like a buzzing public spectacle/hipster slumber party. But there’s an energy there that I can’t quite put my finger on. I applaud the protesters for taking action. For making their frustrations known and sparking a wave of unrest that’s apparently spreading to cities like Boston, San Francisco, and Chicago. The gathering is reminiscent of ’60s anti-war protests. There’s paint, and signs, and bullhorns, and bare feet (and breasts), and drums, and sleeping bags. A beautiful beginning, but in 2011, is this the most powerful way to bring about change? There’s got to be another way. A bullhorn just isn’t loud enough…

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Check out this video on the protest from the New York Times. This mirrors what I experienced on Friday. If you’ve participated in the protest, feel free to weigh in.