Thursday, October 20, 2011

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Unoccupied Minds

I'm not a Republican or Democrat. I feel aligning with anything limits personal freedom. With that said, the members of Occupy are unsuspecting pawns. The people taking part in the protest should be paid by the Democratic party, because they're working for free. Occupier's are victims of the basic war tactic, divide and conquer.

I went to college, graduated and began my career path. The most money I ever made in one year is $25,000. That was about 5 years ago. Now fast-forward to the present and I've been laid-off 5 times and I work on a dock for $9 an hour.

I hope I've established my street cred as a down trodden member of the "Shat-Upon." I feel the same emotions and depression. I desperately want to have a purpose and be paid handsomely for it. Everyday that greed turns on its owner is a victory. I understand the hatred. We are brothers in this hate.

But before joining this gathering, why didn't more people ask questions?

Such as, where does the money come from to fund such a movement? Donations are part of it , but how did it get off the ground. National presence just doesn't happen. It takes money, lots of it. Someone took a risk with their money. Someone who can afford to lose what they invested.

The rich stay rich for a reason, most of their decisions are prudent and decisive. All the while, never questioning the ethics and morality of the path to more power. That's the quality that the general public lacks when it comes to mixing politics with commerce.

The same people that caused the fall of Wall Street are the same people making this possible. Why doesn't anyone else see this? People complain about government bail-outs then want themselves to be an exception.

No one should be bailed out, financial death is a critical part of free enterprise. The fear of failure is the greatest motivator and failure is the only motivation for some. Why deprive a person ,or company, of this critical aspect of reality? Without failure and unbridled success we are a Socialist country trending towards Communism.

Millionaires and billionaires are employing the people that hate them the most. By dividing a society down undefinable lines, the diversion allows for legal money laundering to fund elections, special interests and personal agendas.

The money will move back and forth until the focus becomes secondary. The money will end up somewhere after the cause dies and the buzzards will patiently be in the trees waiting to feast.

The powerful have discovered how to control people without paying them. It's like a new religion without a God, afterlife or discipline of study.

Once the race for Presidential Office begins these people will be forgotten and discarded. They've served their purpose. The War Chests are full and the jobless, hopeless and broke have been exploited as if they had a job, but never got paid for it. It's not a crime when the victim is a volunteer.

The powerful know it is impossible to protest Capitalistic greed. In order to do so, you must exist outside the grid or you're a hypocrite. You can't be a pimp and a prostitute. You can't be a consumer then complain about the profit made on your purchase.

I asked an Occupy member a few questions about the cause. He seemed well informed and smart. I agreed with a lot of his reasoning. That is until he compared Occupy to the The March on Washington led by Martin Luther King in 1963.

There it is, a total lack of understanding about anything.

The March on Washington on August 28, 1963 had a plan with an end. The participants were fighting for the total and utter eradication of racial intolerance. They knew if they didn't take to the street it would be the job of future generations. Today we look back at this event as a turning point and advancement in our humanity.

Occupy is a misguided act of desperate self preservation or the peak of the rich exploiting the poor and ignorant. There's very little nobility or substance.

Their thirst for change gives me hope, but every attempt at progress must have a direction. One must also have some sort of leverage to induce the other side to be taken seriously. Hanging out pretending to be a vagrant isn't leverage.

Oh and just for the record, the government is killing our future, not millionaires.

 Update:  A bunch of them got arrested in Dallas this weekend blocking an entrance to a Chase bank. All that was proven was their ignorance of the law. The rest fled back to the sanctuary of the park where they loaf around and tweet on their iPhones and macBooks. 

Apple is a world super power and a corporate Juggernaut. Hypocrisy much? Speaking of the "H" word, the only people they seem to be punishing are the people that have to clean the city parks they trash and I doubt the guy that cleans the chemical toilet is a millionaire either. 

From the street sweeper, to the suit that looks down on them from his corner office, everybody is making money off these radicals. Oh wait, a radical actually has a definable idea. They're so disillusioned I can't even come up with a name to diss them.

All this could be ended with my 4 step plan. 
1: Toby Keith plays a concert at every Occupy Location 
2: Freeze all Trust Funds 
3: Then release the new iPhone 5. They'll all migrate to the Apple store 
4: Make me President

If they succeed at anything I will be the first to eat crow. I just don't buy into it. They all need to talk to their grandparents and learn from a greater generation. I suck it up and work. I use my college degree as a beer coaster and go to work on a dock everyday. I used to write things for a living, now I'm an ant moving cheap crap imported from China. As every $9 hour ticks by I die a little, but my pride keeps me going. Adapt or die.

Monday, October 3, 2011

The Ramifications of Facial Hair

Most of us are not very good looking. That's why there's facial hair. It's like a ficus tree or a poster that covers up the hole in the sheet-rock. Everyone knows there's a hole in the wall, but folks try their best to not ask questions about the origin.

Everyone knows the hole is from when you got pissed at the dog for pooping in the clothes hamper. Friends and family would prefer ignore fits of volcanic anger at an innocent animal. Besides, psychiatric inquiry ,by loved ones, is an activity best-suited for winter holiday gatherings.

I guess, if a hole in the wall prevents animal cruelty I fully endorse it. The end justifies the means, just like facial hair.

Besides, if mustaches didn't exist Tom Selleck ,nor Burt Reynolds, would have acting careers. I'd hate to live in a world absent of The Bandit or Magnum P.I. When I see these guys facially nude they might as well be old ladies.

People laugh at my recently grown mustache. It's cool, I realize I look ridiculous. It's all good in the metaphorical "hood." I'm not important enough that I have to look respectable, but in an odd turn of events I gained respect.

When I encountered douche'rs and press-shirts at the bar they thought I was law enforcement. They talked shit behind my back instead of to my face. I do look a bit like Farva.

When I floated the river the underage hid their booze, when I left Crap-Mart the geriatric greeter didn't obtrusively ask to check my receipt and the guy at 7-11 seemed almost scared when I asked him why they were out of Vanilla Crisp PowerBars.

Sideburns followed, I felt the power and I wanted more. So I upgraded my simple mustache to a Fu Manchu in hopes that the day I brandish a sword I would be taken seriously. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

I found out a Fu Manchu scares little kids and dogs bark at you. I knew then I went to far. If a samurai becomes obsessed with sharpening his sword it inevitably becomes dull. Facial hair is similar in this respect and like a Japanese warrior it takes a razor sharp edge to solve the problem.

As I began to dial back my facial statement I had an epiphany, with a quick shave you get another chance to make a first impression. In the eyes of strangers you're a totally different person.

Knock over the wedding cake? Shave that shit off. Carry a razor in your pocket. Practice speed-shaving on stray cats in your downtime. Master the skills, your speed and precision will make or break your dramatic transformation.

As soon as you're cleanly shaved make yourself seen, as you scream "The dude with the mustache did it!" As the offended party searches for the furry-lipped villain, steal bottles of booze far beyond the price range of your wallet.

The wedding isn't ruined, it's now far more memorable. The mysterious mustached man will become legend and the Johnny Walker Blue Label now resides in your liquor cabinet. You'll need that booze to get through the awkwardness as you transition back into another facial hair commitment.

But now, knowledge has entered the equation. This time it's different. Now you know a Fu Manchu resides on the edge of a slippery slope. People will perceive you as the type of dude that would eat a sandwich he found in the street. Now you know the mustache grows thicker, bigger and more powerful as everyday passes. For some reason it's easier to start a fire when camping. Now you know a bearded hipster is simply someone that went too far.

They  got blinded by the bright lights of follicle fame. A mistake I will never make again.