Monday, November 14, 2011

I am the 100%

So I generally avoid politics like it was the last nickel hooker on Fleet Night down at the docks.  That isn't to say that I think politics are likely to give me venereal disease, just that the general feeling it leaves you with when you get involved with them is about the same; a general sense of being unclean and needing a topical ointment to stop the itching.  Now don't get me wrong, I like to stay abreast (heh, see what I did there) of what is going on in the world, especially my little corner of it.  One of the hot topics right now is the whole Occupy Everything movement.  I can safely say that without a shadow of a doubt, these people as a whole piss me off to no end.




Here we have an entire group of people, whom as a rule, refuse to listen to or concede the fact that any opinion other than their own is valid.  When presented with a differing opinion, they pull back into their little turtle shells and begin bleating the same propaganda over and over again that seems to have been indoctrinated into them when they first drank the purple kool-aid of whatever political crusade they are currently on.

Let's look at Facebook for instance to see a prime example of the absolutely unbelievable levels of stupidity that mankind can achieve when allowed to form "groups".  One of my coworkers had posted a rather good "letter to the editor" style of opinion.  This was obviously from someone else, and he gave the proper credit where it was due.


Ignoring the obvious grammatical errors and misspellings the overall message is one that many should be able to agree with.  Unfortunately, this type of differing opinion cannot be allowed to exist by anyone of the crunchy headed variety.  Now I'm not saying that these people don't have a point.  They make a few very good ones.  However, that is all they do; keep making the same good points over and over again ad naseum until they are no longer good points, just bullet points on their hippy power point agendas.

But I digress.  Let us return back to the conversation at hand.  These protestors broke the law.  Plain and simple.  As this person stated, one of their major points is about paying it forward and wanting to effect change.  Yet what are they paying forward?  Based on their actions, we could assume that they want nothing more than to be able to flagrantly disregard all laws and statutes in place.  Let's ignore that though, I'm sure that no one in this day and age is stupid enough to be anarchists; it's like communism, it only looks good on paper.  So what are they paying forward?  Oh, destruction of public property seems to be the next thing.  But I thought we already covered that they weren't anarchists.  Fine, fine, moving on.  So they want someone else to do all the work while they get a free ride.  Well fuck my mother and call me uncle.  They are anarchists.  Shit.  I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt on that one, silly me.

What's that you shout?  You don't want a free ride.  Oh, of course.  Because you yelling about how nothing was ever done for you and the bourgeoisie are taking all our jobs and money and ruining things for the working man totally says you don't want a free ride.  Let me tell you something you little granola munching tofu fuckers.  No one in this life has any control over anything except for you. And this brings up what pisses me off the most about this whole OccupyCock movement of theirs.

No one gave me anything.  Yet here I am, living my life and doing at least an okay job about it.  I grew up well below the poverty line in an area that is most definitely well and firmly in the ghetto classification.  My mom worked low paying jobs that barely paid for the rent and something to put on the table.  She scraped and scrabbled to try to give us at least something passing for a decent childhood.  He mother did the same fucking thing as did her mother before her.  Never once did any of them stop and bitch about how the rich white man was trying to hold us down.  Now move forward 30 years to where I am today.  I don't have a college degree, despite me trying multiple times.  I work at a fairly shitty ass job where they don't give a fuck about their employees, I am being fired soon, and I haven't gotten a raise in three years.  Should I blame the bourgeoisie for this and scream and bleat in some public forum that they are trying to keep whitey down?

No, I take stock of my mother fucking life and realize that I am where I am at today due to my own mistakes.  I was given the same chances as everyone else in this life.  I did drugs, I partied, I fucked up my life to the point where it is today.  But I keep going, I scrape and I scramble, and I fight for what the fuck I have and what I want.  No one is going to hand it to me.  No amount of taxing the rich is going to make my life any better or worse than it is now.  This life I live is on me to do with what the fuck I will with it.  So what do I do?  I better myself, I pay for my mistakes and don't expect someone else to swoop in and make my life better, and I continually try to better myself instead.  Over the last 10 years I have slowly worked my way up from minimum wage to living well inside of the middle class line.  I am on track to moving even further into it.  If I keep this up and continue to work hard at it, I may even make it to the upper class line.  And if I instill some of this into my children, then they will have a better life than I had and they will be living in this fabled "1%" of the population.  In the meantime though, I am not going to be part of any 90% or 99% or 1%.  I am the 100 fucking percent.  I live on this planet, I go to work every day and pay my bills.  My taxes pay for your granola eating ass to Occupy Space or whatever it is your raging against at the moment, and I say STOP FUCKING UP MY GOD DAMN PARKS AND CLEAN UP YOUR FUCKING MESS!  Get a mother fucking job you long haired hippy, clean up your own god damn mess, and make your life something better.  But above all else, stop fucking up my god damn park.  GET OFF MY LAWN!

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