Why occupy

I hate to break it to you all. But this is about more than the greed on Wall street. The greed on wall street is nothing new. It is pervasive. It is the norm.
Gordon Gekko though a fictional character proved that way back in the eighties because clearly that was the mantra. Practiced and preached.
Millions of Americans fleeced and forced to pick up the check. And if you know your history you know it's not the first time.
This is about more than billion dollar bonuses, being flouted in the faces of the American people, who face increasing disproportions in poverty, low-wages, hunger, drug addiction and incarceration just to name a few. And as disgusting as that sounds billion dollar bonuses do exist. There are ways for these financial terrorists to continue to get away with the great acts of mercenary, treachery, malice and plain disregard for the welfare (oh gosh I said the word welfare) of the American people. Their fellow citizens. These men placed their value at 1,000 times your own.
But this isn't about that. Well not entirely.

You see this is about the fact that these United States can only unite under tragedy and even then only temporarily.
This is about the fact that our "Founding Fathers" knew that they themselves were not perfect men.
They owned slaves!! Stolen Africans who often died en route to America. People as property for generations. They knew that the foundation was faulty.
They knew that the debt for that would have to be paid, yet that has not come to pass.
This is about the fact that the dream of equality among all citizens is still not a reality.
This is about the reality of the fact that women are treated unfairly, they are abused, targeted, objectified raped and worse.
Gays and lesbians are told that they are an abomination in the eyes of God, the same god who created them. These so called Christians claim that they are pro-life, just as long as you don't grow up to be gay or lesbian because then you may be killed, in the name of God. Yet these same Christians defend excess and greed?
Our more perfect union is as divided as ever. And why, because a few men don't want to be responsible human beings. They would rather wallow in our disgust and in loathsome fashion enjoy the role of villain. They would gladly send your sons and daughters, brothers and sisters into battle against more people of color, who are poor. And these men scream "class warfare" as if the war being waged against the middle class and working poor doesn't exist and hasn't been taking place for decades in America.
While the cost of living has increased our wages have gone down in comparison, the mayor claims to want to improve your quality of life yet ignores your voice particularly if you are poor because your need for a good, living wage job and an opportunity to elevate your quality of life in this city does not equal the need for the wealthy to stay here in this city. It has become you or the rich and the rich have won. They can easily survive the rising cost of living while we at the bottom, who uphold the laws and are the back bone of the country are left to drown as the waters rise, like rats in a race, inside a maze. Black and white alike, this poverty has crossed colors and while it was of no real concern to the country when poverty's grip had a foothold predominately in cities where the citizens are historically, predominately black, Latino and some immigrants.

Those of us who would do something about these issues, whether it be speak out, rally, march or at worst riot it is out of the need for a profound shift in equality and justice for Americans and those who wish to be American in America, the land of promise and opportunity. Except those opportunities are few and the ones that exist are coveted and kept exclusive from those who need them most. The hoarding from the fleecing of Americans began a long time ago. Real Americans by literal definition of the word. And nothing has been done for these Americans.
A man spent billions of Americans' money on a war that only made his father's friends wealthier while sucking the life force from the economy, from the American people. And nothing has been done. We the people have accepted far too many lies, deceits, thefts, assaults on our intelligence and assassinations of important and dynamic leaders of the people. Some of our fellow citizens have seen hard times before and they know how bad it is and how bad it can be. They shouldn't have to see that. Their children's children shouldn't be going to bed hungry. Not in the richest country in the world, not in America and in today's world with today's technology it shouldn't be happening anywhere.
In the more perfect union we American dream ourselves having we are a beacon of freedom, generosity and a shining example of hopes being realized. But alas what we have today is a bastardized version of imperialists exercising their will over government and thereby the people. Where is our America?
It has been hijacked. Kidnapped and it is being held for ransom, except the ransom has been more than paid. Yet they want more. What can we do?
We must stand together and accept nothing short of justice as the result of our unification.
We can not make deals with these terrorists. We must be observant of it happening again in the future and mindful of ways to prevent it from happening again but if it should happen again we must demand that the American people not be held responsible for the glut and abuse of power by a few. And if you think the mess we are in is anything less sinister than that then this is YIh8uuu.

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closeted genius

Hey, hey, hey! What up fools?! Cut to the chase? Will do.
Today I want to make a confession and I guess in some way a vow. The confession is I have always known that I am great. I have not always however worked hard to prove it as well as I could have.
Call it being intellectually lazy. Call it fear. Call it a cop out if you have to but understand I will find you...I kid, I kid. Dissolve into a scene from junior high.
The time when I could have very easily landed on my foot after jump kicking the bubble in the chain linked fence that surrounded the building. I forget who I was actually going to kick, whoever stood on the other side of that bubble but midway through I either changed my mind in my intent to maim this kid or realized how funny it would be to fall...so I fell. Genius! I went for the laugh instead of the violence. Wow. Absolute genius. I was always like that I guess. There was a time when, as a kid I would dance out a skit of the song "Another One Bites The Dust" by Queen (I think, I told you I'm not good with that stuff). I had a spin move at the end of which I would jump into the air and land on my poor knees! Brilliant!
When I was a baby I came in second in a beauty contest...to a girl! Gorgeous! So it stands to reason that my soon to be born son will have many of these genius and star quality attributes.
And my vow is to make sure he does not take it for granted like I have and yes...still do sometime.
How do I keep my kid from becoming like the rest of these other little future Cee students. Besides the fact that he's already S.A.B. Gee. Which I'm guessing you're trying to figure means what exactly. Well let me tell you, it stands for Super Advanced Baby Genius. Yeah that's right.
Now getting back on track. How do I keep my kid from being like...well, me.
As brilliant and genius as I actually am I have not quite yet reached my potential...quite? Who am I kidding? I'm not even close.
But my son has a chance to reach his full potential. Starting with a brand new clean slate. He has no experience besides swimming and eating...and he ain't really eating on his own power and swimming? He's more floating than backstroking...
so nada.
He can still indeed become the super advanced genius that I know he is.
My time is all but over. Whatever talent I may have had has probably long since faded, withered and blown out the closing window of opportunity.
What can I show him about life that will be the key to making his destiny a reality? What lessons have I learned, that I can relay to him that will be the difference? Will he love me as much as I love him?
My son. Those words mean more to me than any two words have ever meant to anyone anywhere at any time? My son. I vow to protect him with all my power and to shield him from ignorance. I will alert him of it's existence but definitely steer him in the other direction. And I confess my fear that my past transgressions will be revisited by him in his age of discovery.
Many mistakes were made in the making of this man and yes I do indeed have some regrets. I just hope that he can be respected and that he most importantly respects himself, that he is fearless and never believes that he can't. Because he can.
I vow to be there for him when he needs me and when he doesn't I'll just hang out on the sidelines just in case. There are so many things I want to say to him to let him know about the world. So for the rest of our lives I will.
He will let his genius manifest itself and I will help him cultivate and refine that genius. Father and son exposing genius to the world. No longer closeted and never was.

"...new is old...no I'm not no psycho."

If you know any part of that quote then perhaps you are very, very cool or just in my generation of rap fans. But this one ain't really for you. It is but it isn't. This one is really more for your insanely obnoxious kids. Your less than talented and spoiled princesses. The kids that you never gave anything to but your genes and a few hundred thousand dollars perhaps even millions. The kid that you left on the steps of a neighbor's house. The kid that you traded for some crack. The kid that you threw away or at least left on the top of a pile of garbage. The kids that none of you ever bothered to tell to shut up "when grown folks is talking." The same kid that today kills four people in a drunk driving accident, which is an oxymoron when you think about it because if you get behind the wheel of a car while you are drunk then you have accepted the consequences, before hand. So it is no accident! It is a catastrophe. It means that yet another person made a selfish decision to endanger the lives of his/her fellow citizens of earth. Just because that murderer happens to be an officer shouldn't matter either and if it did then it should mean the punishment is more severe. To go from serve and protect to hurt, maim and murder is the ultimate betrayal.

When a kid in this day and age decides to let his lack of guidance become his/her compass by which they make all decisions then we have a serious problem. When a kid lets his ass be coonstantly exposed from atop his pants (yes I know I spelled con-stant-ly wrong...or did I?) as he waddles down the street because his pants are either tightly belted around his thighs or he is constantly pulling them up as he walks...uh, waddles down the sidewalk. Does this kid not know what this means? Does he understand the origins of this "fashion statement", this, "uniform of the hood" a symbol of, so hood it don't get no hood'er actually means?
Does he know that he is in fact advertising to be some grown man's prison bitch?
Somehow I don't think they understand the true significance of it all, yet when you consider the neighborhoods these particular kids come from, you would think they did know...hey perhaps I have stumbled onto something...hmmm...I will have to pursue that thought at another time...wait, no, I wanna go with this new thought for a moment...what if this were really some sort of code among young black boys and older seasoned ex-cons. What if this is in fact how they connect.  Whoa. Okay, back to topic.
How do we restore your dignity. How do we get you all back on the road to becoming good human beings?
I realize that there are not many examples of what a good human being is but maybe use your own idea and go by that. What sort of responsibility do you want us to accept and I'm sure we will take it on as you wish. Just what are we supposed to do to restore hope for the future, hope in you because you are the future. As it stands now I am quickly succumbing to the malaise of the daft. That is the beginning stage of full on fear and ignorance. What's even more dire is the new notion that shock value equals entertainment.
Ignorance is not bliss. And money is not the answer to all that ails you, especially not mentally and spiritually.
There is a way to better yourself even if you don't think you need bettering...and trust me you do.


Spoiled, rich and entitled doesn't give you everything either. Actually there is more responsibility with all that money that you didn't earn. Driving fast cars that you borrow from your dad doesn't make you cool. In fact you're just a rich nerd. Trying to be cool by pretending that you're one of the other kids from the wrong side of the tracks...I don't know which of you is stupider. Sorry I didn't mean that.
Wait hold on a sec, I just had another idea for a story...sexual predator comes home after a long bid, he probably took his many times while inside. He sees all this tight butted young black tail running around Harlem and begins getting the itch in just a few short weeks. So when he can't take it anymore he gets in his car and drives around the hood, cruising if you will, finds his first victim, snatches him and brutally rapes him. This continues for weeks and then months. Then suddenly the rapes stop. In Harlem. They soon start happening in The Bronx. Same pattern. Then the rapes stop. Until they start happening in Brooklyn. How long before the young men stop wearing their pants like that?
Sorry I had to go there but it was a thought that kept creeping up in the back of my head. It fleshed itself out if you will. Back to you spoiled selfish, scared punk, obnoxious brat rich kid. Yeah they really do exist. They aren't just a reality show. A few of you just thought that it would actually make a good one though, maybe on E! and that is exactly yih8uuu.

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