Well, that was lame.
Here's the lamest thing in the world: When somebody calls a protest and the protesters end up outnumbered by A) the journalists who show up to cover the protest, B) the cops who show up to make sure things don't get out of hand, or C) both.
Which is what happened Sunday afternoon.
Promises of an anti-union rally at SEPTA headquarters didn't really materialize. Two protesters showed up. One was Larry West, the mohawked feller and erstwhile mayoral candidate. He said he didn't organize the rally, but was responding to announcements on Twitter. He carried a sign: "I'm not anti-union. I'm anti-Willie Brown."
The other was Tili Ayala, who said she hadn't even heard about the possibility of a widespread protest -- she was just there on her own, asking journalists and passerby to sign a white posterboard urging the union and SEPTA to resolve their differences and get back to transporting people to their jobs.
Not an awful message. We learned our lesson. Never pay attention to Twitter. Ever.
For commuters, the denial meant lost work hours, missed school days, and a status quo of disruption. TWU chief Willie Brown, obstinate as a toddler, was absolutely correct: there was little reason not to hate him.
Unionized labor may have its downsides, but the steady decline of union membership has been disastrous for American workers, including Pennsylvanians. That's one reason the TWU deserves your backing.
We’re hiding. We’re waiting on Harrisburg for permission to fix ourselves. We’re accepting defeat. We’re not punching people in the face for messing with us; we’re not spitting in their eye for looking at us the wrong way. We’re wussing out.