– Right of Revolution, Preamble to the Declaration of Independence - Thomas Jefferson
These are some of the things that have been swirling around my head as of late:
First, and absolutely foremost, the Occupy raids. This week has seen a concerted effort by law enforcers throughout the nation to destroy peaceably assembled people voicing legitimate grievances. Their argument across the board is that activists are posing a public safety concern. Fights are breaking out; local businesses are being stolen from; Occupy kitchens are fire hazards; other citizens can’t play in the park; and apparently, protesters are taking mass dumps on park grounds, flinging said poos at each other like captive chimpanzees and not washing their hands. If that last one were true, I suppose I’d gallop into
A fine example of the exercise is in The New York Times article I read regarding the raid on the original Occupy Wall Street encampment. An interview with a man who works in the area said this: “[The protest] started out as a cool grassroots movement and then it turned into a big homeless camp.” I found myself automatically nodding my head in conformity, for the Occupy San Francisco and Oakland camps were and are similar, but then my agreement turned to indignation as I really stopped to think about why that was so. Why are so many homeless men, women, and children coming out from under their bridges to squat in these national tent cities? Why is a “big homeless camp” offensive and not alarming? Why? Take a moment to step outside of this American permissiveness and be an individual. Think for yourself and question authority as the late Timothy Leary never stopped saying.
Next. Herman Cain’s fumble over
Speaking of Obama. He has lost my vote, and next year’s election will likely see me exercising my right to abstain from participating in this mock democracy. You may remember my enthusiasm for Senator Obama a couple of years ago when I even attended his historic inauguration. “Fool me once . . . shame on . . ” as W. once said, “. . . shame on you. . . . Fool me, you can’t get fooled again.” Obama is a constitutional lawyer and professor for God’s sake. He knows that Guantanamo Bay Prison is in full violation of the Third Geneva Convention which defines treatment of prisoners of war; he knows that transferring prisoners of war to states outside the Conventions is also a violation, and his greenlighting the assassination of two American citizens in Yemen (one of them a teenaged boy) without ANY due process is so far beyond anything I would have expected President Bush to have had balls enough to try that I can’t in good conscience vote for this Nobel Peace Prize laureate again. The implications of the latter abuse are absolutely horrifying, and all hyperbole aside, I see only the precedent for black-bag kidnappings and gulags in subsequent presidencies. Obama’s turned out to be nothing more than a big, fat pulsing corporate pussy with a Reagan-esque gift for political gab. To say I am disappointed is a painful understatement.
So, what does one do in the shadow of an impossible machine? What does one do when he is disillusioned with the process he has pledged allegiance to his whole life? Protest. Assemble. Take to the streets. Pump your fists in the air. Shout. Scream. It is your freedom, your right as a human being to cry out when your tears are being squeezed out of your body.