Since I'm leaving this city in a fortnight (dramatic reveal: I don't know how many days constitute a fortnight), I've been trying to keep it classy by barely showing up at promised engagements and having secret interviews for secret jobs. Oh shit! Secrets!
Let me tell you something. I'm a plodding-ass, predictable-ass person most times. Until I'm not, that is. I mean, you're not going to find me sitting in front of Major Financial Institutions because I have student loans or anything. The point is this: In a few weeks I will be jobless. But I'm not scared or that upset. My joblessness is not cause for protest or revolution.
In fact, I encourage all of the people living in squalor in Major Urban Centers where Major Financial Institutions are based to leave. Take your digital borrowed money-credit to less "hip" and "diverse" places where you can "live comfortably" for "less money"!
The myth of American Meritocracy is as real as the myth that sitting in the street will effect change. Remember in high school when those people who were around the age we are now attempted to teach us about the Martin Luther King, Jr. times? Well, the thing that we didn't catch when we weren't paying attention because we were busy listening to compact discs was that what really made the South (not the rest of the country because only the South was/is racist) change was when Black people stopped being polite, and started getting real with their money. People ceased paying to ride the bus and the bus companies started losing money so they changed their policies. People sat at lunch counters driving away business by causing scenes so business owners started letting everyone pay because dollaz is dollaz, y'all. Also: little children were being blown up in churches and lynchings and such. Basically, I forget the causes and effects because I went to public school in a fly-over state and...Hey! The giant balls on that bull statue are really shiny from all the teabag photo-ops!
Anyway? Let's get physical? Right now the protests feel anti-police which is hilariously Divide and Conquer in a freshman intro generals kind of way. Like, no one likes the police...but we pay for the police...and the police are a part of the so-called rest of us...and I've used up my ellipses quota. It isn't revolution if ________.
Meanwhile, on the floor of the stock exchange, behold! Our special brand of capitalism prevails! Let's jump on a plane and get front seats for the occupation and go to Brooklyn Flea after we stand in the street desperately hoping for history or the Times to hurry up and take notice. I heard some bands are playing? Don't worry about the causal bigotry practiced by everyone in this gritty cradle of culture, it's big-city sophistication and population density! As long as there are some boomers to give us social change cred. But I don't want to talk to them because Social Security.
I just had a nail pulled out of one of my tires in preparation for the long drive across some Plains States. I want to make it through without becoming addicted to crystal meth! Wish me luck.
peace,