Showing posts with label Occupy Mankato. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Occupy Mankato. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Mankato Snow Gangs


Unseasonably warm weather has been a problem for the Mankato snow shovel gangs, with some saying it has led them to resort to intimidation tactics and and outright war for survival. 
            The gangs, who can typically be seen roaming the neighborhoods of the city looking for sidewalks or driveways to shovel, have become increasingly desperate for sources of income.  And some say increasingly brazen in their methods. 
            “It was unreal.” Said Cindy Bakerstaff of Thompson Ravine Road,  “They all came to my door, seven or eight of them, dressed in t-shirts and sneakers.  They asked if I needed my driveway shoveled for twenty bucks.
            “I said “That's nuts!  There's not even any snow!' but they didn't say anything.  They just went and scrapped their shovels along my driveway like they were really shoveling snow.  They wouldn't leave until I paid them.”
            Shovel gang members are typically males with ages ranging from teens to middle age.  Most picture them as broken, desperate men who have lost everything but their shovel or wandering youth lured by the romantic gang scene.  But the members themselves, like Big Scoop of the Lower North gang says that in these tough economic times, they are just guys trying to survive. 
            “We didn't make this weather, but if we have to hustle to survive it, so be it.  I don't see the mayor or governor sending us any snow, so I guess we just do what we have to do.” said Big Scoop from the Lower North's clubhouse. 
            Others have said they have witnessed sights much more horrifying than mere intimidation.  An anonymous source on Blue Earth Street says he was witness to two gangs who had wandered into each others path. 
            “It was horrifying.  They were going at each other with shovels and thermoses.  They were even riding on slow blowers like horses and charging into each other...the sound of those  teeth locking together...it's something that will haunt me the rest of my days.”

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Occupy Mankato

As those of you who have intensely researched my background by reading my profile know, I live in the small town of Mankato, Minnesota.
(Home of the largest mass execution in American history, bitches)
And I'm sure all of you have heard of the #Occupy movement that has been spreading around the world.
(So I will spare the details and background)
Well, #Occupy has come to Mankato. 

It all happened last Friday, when I was going to cash my check from work.  (I know, I know, apparently there is some sort of prize for being the last company to get direct deposit)  But the point is that when I went to the ATM there was nothing going on outside. 
But in the time it took the machine to register a check with so many zeroes, the sidewalk outside my bank went from empty
To this:
They were dressed as rich people, with tuxedos and champagne glasses.  They also had some signs, but reading is for nerds so I didn't bother. 
So I thought "hey, maybe I could get a job with a company with direct deposit, or at the very least some free champagne."
But alas, they were not rich.  Hell, they didn't even have jobs themselves. 
And the champagne? 
Sparkling.  Freaking.  Cider. 

I would have stayed and found out where to subscribe to their newsletter, but I had fish to buy and my short attention span isn't going to just find new stimuli itself.

But as I drove off, I took another snapshot of my short experience with radicalism.
Like two drifting river tubes, lost in the current of life