I sometimes spoke to a black muscleman at the gym. He told me that he had taken a job with the SEIU. He’d been to training camp. His job is to confront Tea Partiers, or anybody designated a target and get really, really close and scream at them. He’s not to hit them. I said, what if they hit you? Well, we’re allowed to defend ourselves. What if you hit some old man and he dies? He said, Well it will be his fault then. But they’ve given us cards with a lawyer’s number and we’ll be bailed out right away. He said he’d never made (as I recall) $15/hour and he couldn’t turn this down.
They were quartered like students in “Quads.’ They each had a bedroom and shared a kitchen. They were located around DC so they could be quickly bussed to different areas. Everything had been handled for them, insurance, housing, food, etc.
Placemark.