At the summer camp I went to as a kid, we celebrated (commemorated? desecrated?) Bastille day via a bastardization of the term Bastille. The oldest kids in camp would rouse everyone from their cabins very late at night by beating on pots and pans from the kitchen. Bash Steel, get it? I guess this parade/mob also mirrors aspects of the holiday where a mob accomplishes a meaningless victory with violence. Way to go mobs. So I’m banging on my all-clad today in solidarity with all those love liberty. And by liberty I mean cooking implements.