Thursday, November 17, 2011

The OWS Lens

When I read this post at Monster Hunter Nation a light went on in my head, kind of like a candle at the bottom of a well.

Go read it if you wish, I’ll stay here and chuckle about the look on that dude’s face as he’s being dragged out by the scruff.

I have paid little attention to the Occupy Wall Street crowd. Their “tactics” and liberal bullshit kill any interest I had in their message(s) and/or opinions. How they could believe what they claim to believe was beyond me, but David C. got the mental percolator burbling.

Let’s see if I can explain this. Imagine you are an OWS protestor:

You are sitting in front of the tent you and an ever changing group of strangers have been crashing in. You don’t even know who the tent belongs to, but that’s cool.

Despite wearing every item of clothing you brought with, 3 t-shirts, a $70 pair of jeans, sweatpants, 2 pairs of socks with hardly any holes in them, and a hoodie sans drawstring, you’re still cold. Who knew it would get this cold. It’s only November.

The paper cup of warm tea you’re slurping isn’t Starbucks, but the lady giving it away says its organic non-caffeinated herbal something or other. And it’s warm.

You haven’t gotten much sleep this week, what with the guy in the next tent and his wet, bubbling cough. Maybe today he’ll score a ride to the clinic.

Speaking of the clinic, perhaps sharing a sleeping bag with that chick the other night to “stay warm” wasn’t such a great idea. The itch down below may be from not bathing in four days. Or is it five? What day is today, anyway?

Your stomach rumbles, reminding you the free kitchen is down to serving grilled cheese sandwiches since the tofu and open-range greens ran out yesterday. There is a rumor that one of the cooks was spotted hiding Kraft American cheese wrappers and you’ll be damned if you ever eat that crap. The bread isn’t even whole wheat.

You had to borrow a cellphone to call work since yours “disappeared”. When you asked your boss for an advance on your next paycheck, he had the nerve to fire you. How is that fair? Big deal if you haven’t showed up for work this week, doesn’t he realize you’re out here doing something important? What a dick… Corporate greed, man. Corporate greed . Screw him, he can deliver his own pizzas. You didn’t go to college for six years just to kiss old-man ass.

They need someone to hold their hand & take care of them. To keep them warm, fed, and safe.

That is their reality, the lens through which the rest of us are viewed. Since everyone is the same, we all need the government to take care of us.

Well, except for the ones smart enough to know what’s best for everyone else, of course.

~ Hoozyrdady.