Parade of crazies

It started with good intentions. We just wanted the Powers That Be to know we were tired of being ignored, or worse, patronized. We may not be the most affluent constituents, but our voices are just as important, and remember there are more of us.

The protests were civilized, mostly people carrying signs, shouting at the Armani suits filing in and out of the financial district. I don’t know what went wrong. Frauds infiltrated our ranks, corrupting our campaign. I wouldn’t be surprised if our opposition planted them just to turn public support against us.

There were physical assaults and intimidation. They defecated on parked cars and raped women! Who does that kind of shit? That wasn’t part of our plan, it was completely counter to our intended goals.

Our message got lost in some wild Mummer’s Parade of crazies. We may never earn our credibility back. Perhaps that was the objective all along.

Trifecta, a weekly one-word prompt, challenges writers to use that word in its third definition form, using no less than 33 words or no more than 333. The week’s prompt is: Wild [adj. \wahyld\] 3: (1): not subject to restraint or regulation: uncontrolled; also : unruly (2) : emotionally overcome; also : passionately eager or enthusiastic

*While not a sequel to my 100 Word challenges this week, this is an adjunct to that short.

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  1. There are always that select few that have to ruin it. Your description in the beginning gives you a carefree feeling of easy going group of people. You leave us in discomfort for the well meaning protesters and you want to punch the people who came in to ruin it. Plus, your right. Who takes a crap on a car?

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  2. This reminds me of those days when undercover FBI agents infiltrated civil rights demonstrations, on the wrong side of the equation, in an attempt tp discredit Martin Luther King. I suspect that you scratch the surface on a lot of these offenders, you’d find something a lot more sinister than bad behavior.

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  3. I loved “wild Mummer’s Parade”. That image is glorious. I think the reason my Mom stopped being a Hippie (formally. She’s still the last living Hippie) is that the idiot rate sometimes topped the nonviolent protest rate.

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