Via Instapundit, the Jack and I discovered this story:

They made their way to the trading floor, blowing whistles and sounding fog horns, encountering little resistance from security guards. Rape alarms were tied to helium balloons to float to the ceiling and create noise out of reach. The IPE conducts “open outcry” trading where deals are shouted across the pit. By making so much noise, the protesters hoped to paralyse trading.

But they were set upon by traders, most of whom were under the age of 25. “They were kicking and punching men and women indiscriminately,” a photographer said. “It was really ugly, but Greenpeace did not fight back.”

Mr Beresford said: “They followed the guys into the lobby and kept kicking and punching them there. They literally kicked them on to the pavement.”

Last night Greenpeace said two protesters were in hospital, one with a suspected broken jaw, the other with concussion.

It is truly an amusing story, but it took on a whole new life when the Jack said he liked it better imaging that the mob was made up not of white-collar oil traders but instead of oil workers.

Picture, if you will, a group of skinny, vegetarian hippies wearing hemp sandals vs. a NFLesqe team of burly, iron-jawed brutes whose fists leave both a mark and an oil smuge.

Unfortunately, instead of writing up his vision, the Jack (of the obvious lazy disposition) went on vacation instead.

Sorry.