Occupy Wallstreet:Bismarck Edition
Yesterday, I partook of my first Occupy Wallstreet rally, here in Bismarck, of course, and it was great. I feel like my youth may have been wasted conforming to one side or another, and aside from the pain caused from getting out of bed every morning, I’m glad that period’s over. Truth is that I enjoy getting out, holding protest signs and getting flipped off. I believe a mother-daughter team gave me the bird as they careened around the corner. It’s a rather exhilarating feeling receiving a “thumbs up with the middle finger” while doing something you truly believe in.
Our signs went on a theme protesting the fear the right has used to justify their insane tax policy which in a nutshell is the old give-all-your money,-political-power-and-hope-of-ever-getting-either-back-and-everything-will-be-fine-trust-us-approach. They are as follows.
Alas, I took the pictures so there is none of me. Damned selfish atheist wife, always thinking of herself. Sigh. My sign said the same but substituted immigrants instead. These are just some of the little balls of hate the right tosses out trying to convince the nation that they know the real problems. If you are interested in a bit of ugliness and can tolerate a nasally and annoying voice, the video for an interview that the Tribune did with me can be found here. Sorry, I shouldn’t force this upon anyone. Forgive me.
And last but not least this letter to the editor was in the paper last week.
Naturally, I had to respond to such idiocy, alas with a bit less mockery than I have grown accustomed to. It was hard, very hard. The comment section is rife with morons who hide behind anonymity and hate. Feel free to join in. Nicely though, or they turn commenting off.