They ARE getting scared at Wells Fargo.

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You wouldn't believe the bowing and scraping and deferential behavior you get when you enter our neighborhood branch. I've been a customer there for a long time. I mentioned once, to one of my favorite tellers, that the only reason I hadn't taken our money out of Wells Fargo in support of OWS was because of the excellent treatment by the individual front-line people at the band. Man - it was almost like I'd dialed 911. They went into a flurry - the teller called the supervisor over and asked me to repeat that, and then the supervisor called the manager over and did the same. My aim was to make sure they know how valuable the poor schmucks at the teller windows are the only thing keeping this customer coming in - and if anybody's gonna take it in the shorts when management lays people off, it better NOT be any of them! They fell ALL OVER ME. Amazing. They were so deferential, they seemed interested in every word, hell, they acted like they were ready to give me an hour massage and mani-pedi and free personal trainer services for the next year and spoon-fed chocolate mousse while I sunned myself on my ever-lovin' fat ass with nonstop margaritas handmade with beaten egg white and the finest imported tequila. I repeated some of my general complaints about the banksters run amok here and letting them know I was paying very close attention and I was a supporter of OWS, and I was well aware of Wells Fargo's malfeasance and they should all know that I was keeping track - and that I'm not alone, and that this was not the end of it - that I might still leave in sympathy with OWS.

DESTABILIZE THE ENEMY. Shake 'em up but good. Yank the rug out from under them and keep them unbalanced. And destabilized.

They're afraid alright. And they already know me up there as an activist and something of an irritant. A pleasant irritant, but an irritant nonetheless. I'm one of the people who complained when they had Pox Noise running on the in-house monitors. And they changed the channel alright. And when they did, I commented on that, too. They know I'm paying attention and that I'm always watching. They need to know. Keeps 'em from trying to pull a fast one. And hopefully, if they think I'm looking over their shoulders all the time, who knows how many there are like me - who just don't say anything.

I keep finding this over and over:

IF THEY THINK YOU DON'T CARE, THEY WON'T, EITHER!!!! These guys are no different from anybody else who doesn't like regulations or restrictions so they can cut corners and cheat and get away with stuff and do whatever they want - because they're pretty confident that nobody's paying any attention or looking over their shoulders to see what they're up to. Well, they don't feel that way with me. Honest-to-God that's true. And it just keeps being truer and truer by the day.

Destabilize the enemy. Make 'em nervous. Throw 'em off their game. And KEEP them off their game. I keep thinking about my karate teacher and his story about the fighter who won his match against a powerful opponent, even while he had one broken arm. All he could do was jab. But boy did he ever. Just never let up. Jab, jab, jab, jab, jab, unrelenting, always coming at 'em, always hitting, always jabbing, always forcing the opponent to have to react and respond to YOUR game, and YOUR terms. It was all about "keeping 'em busy." Just keep 'em busy. Keep 'em having to react and respond, keep 'em distracted. It works to your advantage every time.

(PS - I was asked to post this as a thread of its own, so in the interest of tightened sphincters all over the 1%, here it is. May they all wake up every morning groping in the darkness for the Maalox bottle.)