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So, Occupy (insert location here) has been going on for some time now. The more I look the dumber it looks. The original goal was to stand up against banks and corporations which have hired lobbyists and paid into political coffers in order to sway the direction of governmental decision. I can get behind something like that. It’s a stance against corruption. As they say, power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

That out of the way, the people involved in Occupy here, there and everywhere else are increasingly stupid. Are you involved and offended? Then you’re probably one of the stupid ones.

Who is a stupid Occupyer?

Do you claim everyone has a right to a middle class life? You’re an idiot.
Do you believe that all corporations are bad? You’re blind.
Do you have facial tattoos and then question why people won’t hire you? You’re a fool
Do you believe the world is best as a small commune of dirty hippies? You’re one of them.

Let me open up this next bit by saying, sure, I’m part of the 99% of the non-wealthy. I REFUSE to associate myself with the group who is calling themselves “the 99%.” I am not destitute. I didn’t get personally financially anally raped by the banks. I disagree with financial decisions the government makes. There are SOME corporations who behave irresponsibly.

First, the middle class life… If you think you deserve a middle class life, show me. Prove it to me. Get a trade. Get a job. Get a house in the suburbs. Get a beemer. Then get the fuck OUT OF MY FACE. Just because you work a 40 hour week does not entitle you to a middle class life. Guess what? I work 40+ hours a week too. I get a paycheck that pays my bills and leaves me with a little extra. I am not entitled to more than I work for or more than I am worth. I’m sorry, but if you are a burger flipper at McDonald’s, you don’t get a middle class paycheck. It’s not going to happen. Why? Because you’re a fucking BURGER FLIPPER. You get paid market wage. Figure out how to make that money stretch as far as you can. Your working financial state is a product of YOUR CHOICES.

Yes, I have room to talk about people working at McDonald’s. I had a McJob when I was in high school. It was great for me. I had money for gas, a bit of cash to take my girlfriend out and I even had a bit to play with. I lived at home. It was a reasonable wage for where I was in life. If you are middle aged and have made such a mess of your life that you can do little more than a McJob then you deserve WHAT YOU GET. You chose this.

Next, to the “all corporations are bad” nutjobs. Open your eyes. Welcome to life in modern America. Corporations are not all bad. Guess what? Pearl Jam is a corporation. Gasp! Shock and awe! Say it ain’t so! Not our precious hippie band Pearl Jam.

Yes. Them.

So, down with corporations means eliminating ALL corporations. JoAnn’s fabrics probably isn’t too bad as another example. They probably don’t give two shits about governmental goings on so long as they can sell fabric and craft supplies. I work for a corporation. We do insurance. We don’t pay off politicians. We DO give money to charity. The executives are BIG supporters of charity work. We also employ somewhere between 400 and 500 employees. People who work for a living. Are you going to put all of those people on the streets? Take your corporate haterade and hit the fucking road.

Body mods. This is another one that is near and dear to me. I have them. I know others who do as well. I don’t do things to my body which would stand in the way of my employment. I want to keep living. I need to work to make that happen. I don’t intentionally inhibit my ability to get a job. If you decided to go and get tattoos, piercings and other modifications in places which are difficult or impossible to cover and they might impinge upon your getting the job you want, then you set yourself up for the fall. Congrats. You chose to be unemployed.

Finally, to the hippies the world over: World peace and love sounds great. It ain’t gonna happen. Moreover, this is NOT what Occupy was about. How about getting past the the summer of love, letting Jerry Garcia finally rest in peace and get your dirty, hippie ass off my lawn. If you want to go live in a commune, fine. Go start one. Don’t tell me I have to be part of it. I don’t want it. You do. It’s a free country so stop telling ME how to live MY life.

Now, to a more general Occupy audience: Get a clue. Get focused. Figure out what you want. Go get it.

Stop just wandering around trying to peace out and ensure everyone is happy and feeling okay. Protests are not comfortable. They are not free love. They are a motherfucking protest. Get organized. Get angry. Get in someone’s face. Don’t be afraid of offending someone. Say what you mean.

If you want to focus on financial district corruption, fine. Say it. Stick to it. Forget about keeping peace and harmony. Get a big fucking mob of people to stand out in front of wherever and say it. “We want you to pay for YOUR misdeeds.” If you have someone who steps up to lead the rabble, and they have a voice, let the motherfucker lead.

For fuck’s sake, don’t be afraid of saying something people don’t want to hear. Don’t be afraid of letting someone lead. Don’t fall prey to the tyranny of the masses. Please, please, PLEASE grow some fucking balls.

That is all.

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