#occupy25

🎺 “Hail the Chief,” they holler loud,POTUS points at Chi-town’s crowd.“March the tanks by Wrigley Field,The pizza’s ours, the city yields!” 🥁 VPOTUS bangs a rebel drum,Declares the Confederates have come.But instead of Dixie’s dusty roads,It’s Lake Shore Drive with traffic cones. 🚁 “Deploy the jets!” the orders fly,Over Navy Pier, hot dogs sigh.The skyline ducks, the seagulls squawk,But…

By Cliff Potts Baybay City, Leyte, Philippines — May 1, 2026 Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, night owls and early risers, everyone who wandered into this strange little campfire we built called Occupy 2.5… we need to talk. Pull up a chair. This won’t hurt. Much. You’ve been reading our fiction here for months. Some of it strange. Some of it sharp. Some of it wandering around at 3 a.m.…

By Just Another Friendly Occupier. Jackson and LaSalle, Chicago, Illinois — April 15, 2026. The Memory of Seasons There are moments when life repeats a posture and the mind misreads it as prophecy. A dog nests under a bed. The house grows quiet. The air shifts. And suddenly the body remembers another season — one marked by loss, by absence, by the kind of silence that rearranges a…

By Just Another Friendly Occupier. Jackson and LaSalle, Chicago, Illinois — April 12, 2026. Claiming a Room There comes a point when a man realizes he is not waiting for permission anymore. Not from platforms.Not from employers.Not from institutions that never called back. Sometimes it begins with something small. A door. A room. A defined space that says: this is mine. Not grand. Not…

By Just Another Friendly Occupier. Jackson and LaSalle, Chicago, Illinois — April 10, 2026. The Hour That Doesn’t Belong to Anyone There is a particular kind of clarity that only arrives at 12:23 a.m., when the house is quiet, the city hums somewhere beyond the walls, and a man discovers he has slept too much during the day to fully surrender to the night. It isn’t crisis. It isn’t drama. It…

Tepid is tepid,sitting in the middle seat,neither hot with ambitionnor cold with retreat. It does not blaze.It does not freeze.It shrugs politelyand says, “I’m… these.” But then comes the scholar of steam,measuring margins with a ruler and a dream: Is it slightly tepid?Just brushing the border of warm?Is it very tepid?Committing no thermal harm? Does “very tepid” rise up boldand defect to the…

Dateline: March 25, 2026Time: 12:05 a.m. ETOccupy 2.5 What they say is happening America is thriving.The economy is roaring.Crime is under control.Freedom is expanding.Order has been restored. We are told this is a renaissance.A return to strength.A correction. They say the country has never been healthier.That institutions are finally being disciplined.That the chaos was exaggerated. They…

January 23, 2026 The cold outside had settled into the kind that didn’t announce itself anymore, just existed, heavy and patient. Marshal Hayes decided he’d earned a break, pushed through the door of the little breakfast-lunch place on the corner, and ordered a large coffee before his coat was fully off. The place was all naugahyde stools and a thick wooden counter worn smooth by decades of…