John Carney:

“The youth behind the original movement are organized into factions or committees, including legal, medical, and finance, and they are pulling away from association with the union protest movement now. The people behind the original movement recognize that their strength is in their youth, and we found little evidence to confirm reports that they’re not organized.

They now have $40,000 in the bank, in an account at Amalgamated Bank.

“At first, Victoria [Sobel, one of the movement’s unofficial leaders] was sleeping with $10,000 in the park,” says Darrell Prince, who works on the finance team. He and others on the team wear a gold “$” sign as an elbow patch to identify themselves.

“We’ve collected $40,000 from donations and buckets on the street,” Prince says, and “the money is really going to start rolling in now.”

So far, the money has come primarily from three buckets on the street, which collect donations from passersby and other supporters. Another source of income comes from online donations via the privately-registered site Occupywallst.org and nycga.cc, which is registered to a Brooklyn resident.

The finance team has established a credit union account to centralize the money at the Amalgamated Bank. Until the credit union account was established, it wasn’t possible to accept big donations. Now they’re ready to accept money from donors, who have already contacted the finance team about making larger-sized donations, they say.”

Comment:

I take great pride in stating that I have never put a dime in the pocket of ANY political candidate. I think I even regret the time I spent writing about them.  More waste of money and energy, more dependence, and more self-important blather from the mandarins.

$40,000? If there were an honest bone among the lot of them, they’d take it and send it to the families killed in Iraq  rather than create albums for posterity before accomplishing anything substantial.

Step up suckers. That’s what all these campaigns, politicians, Wiki-wonderboys, astro-revolutionaries,  and plastic Lenins are all about. They make their names and money, and you, dear delusional consumer of political heroin, have blown your savings for your fix of “hope” and “change”.

You want change, put a dollar bill into a slot.

Until then, keep your head down and your money in your shoes. When you want to jam the machine, do it alone and don’t tell anyone. Not even yourself. Google’s watching.