I am a tourist in the Occupy movement.
A few days ago, I ventured to Philadelphia’s City Hall in an attempt to figure just what was going on with these Occupy hippies that are loitering at this government building. I wanted to be a part of the movement! I wanted to change Wall Street and Philly and stuff.
But, when I got there, I realized that…I am not a real occupy movement-er. I don’t belong.
I was like some snooty upper-middle classs college student at an art museum. I looked at everything. I read everything. But…I did it in this sort of unattached way. It was like I was reading but not seeing and understanding.
On that note, may I add that the people I talked to at the Occupy Philadelphia also seemed to be seeing and not understanding. One man that I spoke to, who shall remain anonymous (because I can’t remember his name) said that everyone has a different reason for camping out at City Hall. He didn’t give me a clear reason why he was there, I know it involved being unemployed…but that’s all I got out of him.
Then, there was another guy, a Ron Paul lover, who spoke of a handful of people who control all the money in the world.
Hm… A small group of people who control all the money. Must be the Jews. His entire speech reeked of anti-semetism and I was incredibly turned on. Oops. I mean disgusted. (Why must we love men that hates us?)
Oh, Occupy Philadelphia. I’m going to be honest, the only part I really liked…was the drum circle.
All I need in life is a cold beer and a drum circle.
