I will preface this blob with a disclaimer:
I do not care to watch the news, unless it is about kittens being rescued or seagulls shoplifting Cheeto's. The info I get and ponder- which may or may not be perceived as "news" is second, or third-hand at best.
That being said, I still have a slew of gratuitous rantings to spew about the stuff I really do not care to know too much about.
Movin' on Up?
Like this "Occupy" bullshit.
Is "Occupy" the new planking?
It smells like the greener, uber-ivy-league-er planking, I'd venture to say.
Upset at "The Man" and don't know why?
Have a trust fund and secretly hate your family's prestige?
Actually think that 100K is lower-middle-class income?
Well, step right the fuck up *floks,
and alleviate some of that over-abundant white guilt!
You are HERE
Last Monday, as I drove down the illustrious streets built around Yale- in the meagre township also known as New Haven, I was extra p.m.s.-inspired to jaw on about the mock tent city which has sprouted up on the west end of the green for the better part of a long-ass time.
(Remember readers: you asked for it!)
"Jesus F'n Christo! What the fucking fuck are these bone-heads up to? Reallly!?!? AND Just who in the hell is actually sleeping on the dang green? AND who can afford the luxury of loafing about? Jeeeez G., look at that big blue one- I bet that tent costs more than I make in 2 weeks! Occupy- my ass!..." G. concurred, so we bitched in unison for two more blocks.
I was livid. I do not feel the need to OR care to hear these occupiers out.
Do not pass "Go."
Do not collect $200.
VOID.
Fuck Off, You Pituitary Case!
I really don't think that the tented voice of a generation is occupying anything but the outhouses that somebody is paying for! You want to hear about the actual 99 fucking percent? Call up Sallie Mae and ask them if they will reduce my loan payment, siting the 11-months of underemployment I struggled through and the year of couch-surfing I am winning a People's Choice Award (TM) for...
99% of the time, you will be ignored, harassed and have my name and shady credit reported to the fuzz.
So- fuck you imaginary do-gooders... Pay off my fucking loans! Stop buying overpriced crap nobody needs, inducing an overblown supply and demand free-market chaos economy! Send your condescending, preppy-assed kids to ghetto public schools & tell them that Higher Education is 99% a fucking joke! And would somebody- somewhere please tell celeb actors and athletes that they need to earn their wages. Some shit is really askew. Don't pay to see Rulia Joberts pretend to act "ugly" in the cinema. Do not save your pennies to own that pro ball jersey! The player has no clue who the fuck you are- do you see him sporting your name on his back?
Come on United Statesians, get a clue, and update priorities!
Spare a Square?
My grandparents must be turning over in their graves! They did not live off imaginary credit. If they couldn't afford the new thing- they did not get it. And if they really needed it, they worked asses off and saved. No sense of "you deserve everything NOW" self-entitled lie most floks believe.
Fact: most of us do not deserve shit. Eat it up. And an extra pre-emptive fuck you for thinking this is harsh, if you in fact do think it harsh. I really do not care.
What do I care about? Getting a safe and affordable place of my own to live and work in.
Because "campin' out" is for weekends in the forest.
Occupied!
You know, I think socio-economic reform needs to happen as much as the next impoverished surf does. But who is going to give up their comfy lifestyle- riddled with i-phones, i-pads, i-pods and high-speed interweb conex? Who is opting to ride the bus and give up their SUV or even forfeit their Prius-induced consciences? Don't see too many committing to embracing the 99 so-called percent...
Sweet Relief
And since when does the "middle class" get to cry poor & whine about equality?
FUCK THAT!
Go recycle that bullshit to someone who is buying it.
I'm not.
Let me break it down:
If there were to be a revolution...
A] it would not be televised.
B] fluffy "occupiers" would be scared shitless by it's sheer force and dynamic energy.
&
C] it would not be lead by a bunch of ivy-leaguers.
The real revolution belongs in the streets.
It is borne of fire.
Only those who dare to burn are willing to strike a match.
*Floks: The new folks.
Floks: also an en-title for folks who would rather not think for themselves... Enjoy!
You deserve it!
Pretty much sums it up. Although I don't think the Ivy Leaguers would be too comfortable chillin' with the dudes who hang out at the New Haven train station.
ReplyDeleteNew Haven's City Slogan: "Hey, At Least We Aren't Bridgeport!"
Sounds interesting, if only I could see this! It's pretty insulting though, when those who seem to have EVERYTHING complain that they don't have enough. What an injustice!
ReplyDeleteTony,
ReplyDeleteMuch like rodents to the shore during a flood- idiot humans convene at times of necessity- even if they are just fooling themselves, which they are. I say we show up and start pan-handling for shit we want changed. Perhaps even make a sign for it. Mine shall read "No More Beef Stock" and I will refuse to explain it.
Al,
I am a displaced Bridgeport gal... we lovingly call it B-Po... and for whatever reason, it will always feel like home. New Haven's other white meat slogan "YALE OWNS YOU" ... I was telling my boss about some chud bitch who actually had the audacity to tell me that "if it weren't for Yale, there would be no New Haven." Then I punched her in her ugly botox face!
Sarah,
It may be best that your mind's eye paints the picture for you... not all that much to see. Just some dumb tents, and me cursing the owners inside them as I beep the horn as I wave my clenched fists at them!
VIOLET, YOU'RE BACK!!
ReplyDeleteIt's been too quiet in the blogging world without your rants.
Hope you'll be sticking around for a while.
Lily,
ReplyDeleteI am not going anywhere... AND stay tuned for EVEN MORE blogging in 2012. Not only am I back, but I have new shit on my mind!
HUGS and Happy New Year ALL!!!
They say Occupy is 'word-wide' but as far as I can tell it happened in about a half dozen places at best.
ReplyDeleteWe had a couple of pretty inconsequential ones here in the UK but as mentioned in the blog, it was held by upper-middle class ponces who could afford to stay off work indefinitely.
Don't get me wrong, I love the exorcising of the right to civil disobedience, I just get the impression that a bunch of people with names like Jocasta and Rupert with be talking about it like it was Vietnam in ten years at Jemima's 'coming-out' party whilst sipping fine wine from daddy's vinyard in France.
Dammnit Vi, they are speaking for the people, the working man. Even though they secretly despise "them", with all their country music and blue collar jobs and domestic beer. Those people just don't know what's good for them, so the occupiers will let them know what's good for them. Huzzah, I say, Huzzah!
ReplyDeleteDarren,
ReplyDeleteJocasta and Rupert were gracious enough to even let Maria [the Latina nanny] out early 3 days last week so little Bowie and Cascade could go with Mumsie and Daddy and see how "the other half" lives... Go Nam!
Flip,
hipsters. what can i say? they were the first to "occupy" anything. starting with dive bars and pbr... as if that's anything to dominate! Bleghghgh, more jerkfaces...
Rant away V, I missed your Blobs and ranting!
ReplyDeleteHappy 2012 Blob to you! Salut!
Movin'on up!? That shit better be moving on down. Unless you have a rare medical ffliction. Imagine the back-up in the colon if the shit moved up.
ReplyDeleteNOTE: Pun intended.
2ND NOTE: So THAT'S where my Cheetos went.