Me being so remotely located, some of you may have come to miss my sometimes psychotic anti-Capitalist ranting. Well, despair no more! Lo and behold:
Occupy Wall Street (or anywhere) is going to fail and it breaks my fucking heart to think about another generation watching their soon-to-be desiccated dreams getting fucked to death by the lives that Western Society forces us into. The really ugly part of it is that fashionable rebellion (sorry, that’s what it is) is part of acclimation into the “adult” world.
We all must feel as if we’ve rejected the values of those who were in power before us and believably build the illusion for ourselves that the things we are thinking and doing are fresh and new. Unfortunately, what has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
You might say, “But, what about the hippies and the 60s? What about civil rights? That shit was new, you dicknosed prick-face” and then, I imagine, smugly lean back in your chair enjoying the cushiony-support that your certainly-filled diapers provide. The problem with you and your diapers is that hippies and civil rights were unrelated. Hippies were listless disaffected youth following a trend. Don’t believe me? Well, where are all the the hippies, now? Where’s all that peace and love that every single motherfucking dipshit was barfing about in the 60s? It’s nowhere, man. The change never happened. People got to feel like they were a part of something bigger than themselves, they got high and they got laid (maybe not in that order). Then the trends changed. That’s all that any mass movement is; a trend (Eric Hoffer rules). Nowadays, hippies have mortgages, cars, lawns, 401-Ks, responsibilities and they’ll be god’am’ned if they’re going to risk their jobs, their financial standing, their children’s well-being or anything else that they use to justify their investment in a broken system in the name of creating actual change. All that shit they believed in before was just words. “Life happens!” they might say. “Fuck you, apostate.” I might say. Punks got jobs, grungers got management positions at Target, emo-kids are getting marketing degrees and hipsters are building their investment portfolios and property holdings. Occupiers will be the same one year from now. And, thanks to cognitive dissonance, the more sacrifices they made to Occupy, the better they will feel about it after it evaporates and leaves them hopeless, dicks in hand. It’s how shit works, man. Whenever you have a group of 100 people protesting something, two of them want change and 98 of them want some combination of sexual gratification, buzz, profit and beer. Freedom? No. No one gives enough of a shit to actually make a real sacrifice. Economic equality? That means I give up my money. That ain’t happenin’. All that shit is just words to 99.9% of the world. And words ain’t worth much when it comes down to it.
And before you try to suggest that hippies had something to do with the civil rights movement, I’d just like to point out that black Americans were responsible for that. Not middle class, educated white kids. Black Americans who made real, actual sacrifices in order to achieve their ends. They were only willing to do this because they lived in a country where white people could kill any black person they saw fit without repercussion, they couldn’t use the same entrances to buildings, water fountains, public facilities or enjoy the same rights and freedoms as all other Americans. Black Americans could make the necessary sacrifices to create change because their other option was smiling politely while some cracker’s boot-heel dug into their windpipes for another couple hundred years. Easy choice. Occupiers, on the other hand, have nebulous goals, potential that’d be squandered on sacrificing for change and no easily-apparent boot-heels.
I mean, don’t get me wrong. I fucking hate rich people. I hate the Just World Fallacy. I hate Randist/Objectivist idiots delusionally vomiting some bullshit about hard work, pulling one’s self up by one’s bootstraps and the American Dream. Just over a year ago, I was condescended to by two aging, rich, idiots; a nearly dead trust-fund kid with bad hips, a train’s worth of failed businesses behind him (and several philanthropic, quaint, environmentally-friendly hobbies that he uses to assuage his conscience) and his failed entrepreneur, hair-dresser girlfriend who was riding him for every cent he was worth to keep her failing business afloat. Not only did these douchebags have the audacity to extoll the singular worth and virtues of work while implying that economic failure was a matter of not working hard enough, but they also- over the course of our increasingly adversarial relationship- openly condescended to my parents (who are wonderful fucking people) and several other “poor” people whom I consider to be good, kind and worthwhile. And these are the dicks who believe in the American Dream. People who don’t have to struggle for it. People who listen to classical music all morning while they walk around their million dollar home, puttering and finding things to do with their money and time. These cum-rags have too much to lose to engender the kind of change the US needs. The Rich have no point of reference for what it’s like to be a regular human and cognitive dissonance has told them that they deserve the benefits that have, through good-fortune alone, landed in their laps. And slimebags like the above aren’t even the real problem.
Relying On a Giraffe Filled With Whipped Cream
The problem is this: humans are all the same. Homo homini lupus est. The wicked win by appealing to what is worst in each of us. Rich people know this and that insight allows them to play us like fiddles. Rich people run America and the world at large; they have a “disproportionate influence over the nation’s political, educational, religious and other institutions” (William Thompson & Joseph Hickey, Society in Focus, 2005). The 1% wields powerful sticks and carrots, my friends. If you don’t want to toil your life away, leaping futilely to the soundtrack of the well-heeled clapping and giggling while you fall short of that carrot, then they can drop the act and beat you with the stick. No skin off their backs and they make their money either way.
The scale of the problems plaguing the US is enormous, but still dwarfed by the cunning and self-sustaining nature of those with the money and power. Occupy is not addressing this. Occupy cannot address this without investing themselves in the system, and once you’re in, you cannot address these issues without making yourself irrelevant to the system you’re working to change. Don’t worry, though, Occupy has got it covered:
“I want them to say it inside the Capitol,” said Berkeley political science graduate student Josh Green. He also said the next step is to turn the protest movement into a political movement. With his website, Green is hoping to recruit candidates to run for office.
Yes, Josh Green, America is a Democracy and a person who represents what you want, feel and think as a human will get elected. Sure. They’ll get into office based solely on merit and not on how much money is backing their run. Ha, ha! Sarcasm! The lowest form of wit! Seriously, though, if you do succeed, those who are elected will be hamstrung by those actually possessing the power, unless they want to play the game which is exactly what you’re fighting against. Sorry. And I’m not being a cunt. I am actually more sorry about that fact than almost anything else in the world.
Greed, Hatred and Ignorance
Occupy will fail and in doing so will drag down with it the rebellious spirit and will of the disenfranchised that it is representing. Through their pointless toiling those who were fighting will now be pacified. It’s weird how everything shakes down to benefit the system as it stands. Or not, I guess. An ideal wherein we are not consumers and clients but citizens is admirable and necessary for the world to function to the best interest of the people, but until this scenario is in the best fiscal interest of those with the power, it will not manifest. You see, we dreamed we were Men, but the truth is we’re consumers.
But it’s all right, Ma, it’s life and life only.
That’s a blog!
Two interesting poll results found while researching this mess:
The PRRI poll reports that 80% of Americans think that the gap between rich and poor has widened in the last 20 years. It always bothers me when polls ask belief questions about facts. Fuck you. The gap has widened. It doesn’t matter what anybody thinks or believes.
The same poll found that half of Americans believe that The American Dream (hard work = success, in other words, The Just World Fallacy) is bunk. All this says to me is that 50% of Americans are insightless fucking idiots who believe that hard work is all you need to succeed. These people should be rolled out into the forest and left to the wolves.
And an interesting (but old) article about rich people not really being as charitable as they’d like us to believe can be found here. Sure, 100 million dollars sounds like a lot, but when it’s less than 1% of your total wealth it’s bullshit to make like you’re Mother Fucking Teresa (who was a d’bag) when you use a charity as a tax dodge or whatever your bullshit end-game is.