Wednesday, May 16, 2012

It Looks like they're working really hard to me


This is what makes no sense to me.  There is this argument that exists labeling the Wall Street Protestors as lazies who want an easy way out of debt and having to get a job.  But, at the end of the day, it looks like they're working really hard at protesting.  Look I've seen the lazy that don't wanna work and they generally find a way to live in their parent's basement or go on welfare or make due with a box on the corner of the street.  (Don't mis-read this, please.  I'm not saying everyone in any of these predicaments are lazy, I'm just saying I've known some lazies and that's what they chose to do with their time.)  They did not choose to live in a park, publish their own newspaper, march, risk arrest, stir the compassions of millions around not just their nation but the entire world, and all from a public park where they're not allowed sleeping bags or tents or cooking fires for longer than a month.  Imagine that for a moment?  Let's just start with one night.  Imagine for just a second something that you feel passionate enough about to sleep on a park lawn blanketless, roofless, and hot food less, for a night... not too bad, right?  probably a little uncomfortable.  How about I add this little feature... No bathrooms are being provided to these folks.  NONE.  So, anything you feel passionate enough for, for that?... for one night?  How about 2 nights?  3 nights?  a week? How about for 27?  Cause that's how long they've been there as of today... 27 days, no running water, no accommodations.  This isn't a fun weekend camping trip away from work and family.  This is something that these people feel VERY VERY strongly about and everyone should take notice.  This is how the people say, "Hey, authorities, we're ok with you still having power if you give us some representation, if you give us a channel for our voice within your institution."  But if the institution refuses... The French Monarch refused the pleadings of the Burgeousie: The French Revolution.  The English Monarch refused the pleadings of the Protestants: America.  Even these revolutions started small but all that anger has to go somewhere.  Human emotions in a group setting work like boiling water.  Each individual's emotion is like one single water molecule, as each individuals' emotions bounce off of one another they heat up and move quicker even heating up nearby molecules that were otherwise cool.  And like a pot with water in it, eventually the stove burner must be turned off, or the steam vented off, or the water completely poured down the drain before the molecules calm down again.  In other words, the way I see it, there's three ways for our government to deal with these protestors 1) completely dissipate the government, essentially turning off the stove burner 2) put some people in office who are representatives of the protestors a channel for their voices, if you will.  Or you know create a form of customer service line for them, thereby venting their steam.  Lastly, 3) Kill or imprison every single person that ever has a single thought or ideal that parallels, mimics, or similies with any of the ideologies that any protestor has ever had, thus pouring the whole mess down the drain.  Frankly, number one is anarchy, number two is democracy in its utopian form, and number three is authoritarianism.  So, which world would you like to live in?  The one that blames and ridicules the protestors like the pressure cooker pot that will be completely destroyed by the steam if no vent is offered.  The one that goes in and tries to kill them all?  How very Hitler of you.  Or the one that listens with an open heart and an open mind, cause maybe, just maybe what they're passionate about could make sense to you on some level.  Maybe just maybe they are not lazy.  Maybe just maybe, they are working harder for their ideals than you've ever worked for anything your entire life, maybe they're not.  Maybe you have worked harder than they are working now, in which case, you know that kind of passion.  You know the kind of commitment and will power and sheer guts that it takes to do what they are doing.  And I pray to god that I should be so lucky, some day, any day to ever feel even a tenth of the amount of passion that this fight is taking.  I pray that you should be so lucky.  Because this is history in the making.  This is what anthropologists a hundred years from now will be studying.  The grandkids of this generation will not care to hear about great granddaddy warbucks who sat in his ivory tower and did nothing.  But the grandkids of arrested and convicted tattoo'd hipster number twelve will have memorabilia for quite a few proud show and tells.  You see, people will always side with the brave, and I feel incredibly blessed to be apart of a generation so full of brave as to create an historical event of this magnitude.  And here, I end with a simple but humble, thank you.  Thank you to the occupiers for showing me an emblazoned passion few generations ever get to see.  Thank you for showing me that it isn't pointless to raise your voice louder than the deafened ear.  Thank you for saying to our government you will be held accountable.  Thank you for your fight and your sacrifice and your collective consciousness.  In short, Thank you.

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