Posted 6 years ago on Sept. 27, 2011, 2:36 p.m. EST by smellywetdog
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In 2008, we elected Barack Obama to stand-up, not take it up the ass without the courtesy of KY, spit or at least blood.
Barack must have forgotten. How else do you explain it? Besides surrounding the Oval Office with Tim Geithner, Larry Summers and Bill Daley. Criminals who surely echo the thoughts of Alessio Rastani.
If you haven’t yet heard of Alessio, trust me when I say this, you fucking will. It’s taken me an hour from hearing the thoughts of Alessio Rastani to calm down enough to write. I was beyond angry, pacing in circles, ranting at the walls, chasing cat hair around polished wood floors.
Google this thought: “Governments don’t rule the world. Goldman Sachs rules the world.” You’ll see what I’m talking about.
The hubris of the Assholes on Wall Street. Didn’t we do them a favor? Didn’t we bail them out? Didn’t the government use our tax dollars to save these suckers of Satan’s cock?
The devil isn’t in the details. The devil is in the dollars.
I’m pro-torture. When it comes to Wall Street, let’s toss aside enhanced interrogation techniques, let’s call it what it is: torture. Drag them behind pick-up trucks; shoot them with AIDS Blow-Darts; sentence them to a lifetime of sucking Bernie Madoff’s cock on C-SPAN. Then have Rick Perry sign the order of execution while a conservative audience wildly applauds.
If you’re wondering what Occupy Wall Street is all about, this is it. The anger has reached a point where only V, the fictional character from “V for Vendetta,” seems real. With a neutered president, only V has the balls to stand-up to such monstrous greed. The story, however, isn’t Occupy Wall Street not getting proper coverage in the mainstream media. Why would you expect that? The story is Occupy Wall Street seems to be spreading. Now there’s a movement, right here in Chicago, called Occupy Chicago.
The corner of LaSalle and Jackson, where the sidewalk ends, literally and metaphorically, has become Ground Zero. Where the sidewalk ends for adulthood is where the debate of 2012 will be framed.
It won’t be on MSNBC. It won’t be on Fox. It won’t be parodied on SNL. No matter how amusing the debates have been, they’re not debating the real issue.
Here’s the real issue: Accountability.
There’s all this talk of the American Dream. It’s been dangled in front my nose since I was a kids. The America Dream is within reach if you play by the rules, live with a sense of personal responsibility, pull yourself up, go to school, get married, work hard, pay-off your loans, buy a house and save. You’ll be fine. Let me tell you something, you won’t be fine. You’ll be fucked.
You’ll never pay back your loans because you’ll never find work. Your house will be upside down, so it won’t be a nest, it’ll be an albatross. Your retirement will be raided to go to war because the pussies in Washington are more comfortable killing your kids than raising your taxes.
As for your marriage, it’s a sham. Sorry, it’s a sham-wow. If you’re married, you bought into an exclusive club, the last gasp of separate but equal. Congratulations, you’re better than someone else simply because you were born straight. What an accomplishment. Wear your marriage band with pride.
Why is this? Why did this happen? Why the fuck? I’ll tell you why, because there’s no accountability. Without accountability, the American Dream is a fantasy.
So march for jobs, march for justice, march for accountability. Show-up. Unlike President Obama in Madison, when the unions were getting bashed, show-up. Unlike the cowards on stage at the last GOP Debate, who were silent when an openly gay soldier, Stephen Hill, who's currently serving in Iraq, was booed, show-up. Unlike Alessio Rastani’s conscience, show-up.
Please, show-up. Pretty please with Splenda on top. Occupy Wall Street!