My Experience With the Occupiers in D.C.

    Recently I was in D.C. for the Defending The American Dream conference run by Americans for Prosperity.  It was really a great conference.  I met many very interesting people, discussed the issues, and got to hear speeches by some great speakers.  It was brilliant being able to meet the hundreds of other activists across this country who want to get rid the current "Change".  However, while the conference was going on, the rats of D.C. (no, not the politicians) decided they'd like to make a statement.

     Occupiers of the Occupy D.C. group actually crowded against the doors of the convention center on the night of Nov. 5th.  Unfortunately we Tea Partiers forgot our Guy Fawkes masks and thus these illiterates from the Occupy D.C. crowd thought we should be imprisoned in the Convention Center.  They locked arms and attempted to bar us from leaving.  I'd decided I'd watch Atlas Shrugged Part 1, which was being showed in the Center, and not waste my time trying to push through the unwashed masses (the smell lingered for while).

     Can anyone find the irony in the fact that these roaches are saying their rights are being taken?  I mean, does being forcibly imprisoned inside a convention center sound like something the Founding Fathers would have thought right?  But wait, I forgot, the 2000 people there are the 1% (though most are middle class).  They are the evil people, I included, who want to give corporations more power to destroy the rights of the poor.  Then it's okay to steal their rights. 

     Anyways....
     While I watched the movie, these Occupiers turned violent.  They surrounded an elderly couple and wouldn't let them out.  When the couple attempted to move, they were pushed down by the protesters.  These two were later taken to the hospital by an ambulance.  Peaceful my ass.

     Later on during the night, the morons decided to stand in the middle of the street.  Funnily enough, a driver was given the greenlight (literally, there was a traffic light on one end), and instead of letting the protesters get into his car like they tried to do, he ran through them.  Yes, he hit 3 of the occupiers with his car and kept going, still doing the proper speed limit.  None of them suffered any major injuries.  Lucky for them I wasn't the driver.

     What is the point of this?  Quite simple.  I have discovered that I can't write these people off so easily.  They are now controlled by the radical left irrevocably.  They are violent.  They are the Mob.  They are a group of self-entitled social leeches.  I am now counting down the days that snow hits D.C..  My new Christmas wish is that frostbite finds each of these people.

Welcome to Wallstock

**IF you haven't read my earlier posts about "Occupy Wall Street"  I suggest you do just so you can catch up on the points I've been trying to make.** 

     I can just imagine Janis Joplin staring down (or up) at Wall Street now.  She must be so proud.  To know that 40 years after the epitome of human waste had it's famous gathering, another generation has decided to try and capture the moment must warm her from inside out (unless she's looking up, then she was already there).  If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'm referring to the "Occupy Wall Street" movement and Wood Stock.
    
     With reports of mass drug use, lack of bathing, begging for food, and promiscious sex in the public, I can find no better historical occurence to compare these people to other than WoodStock.  The sad fact is that at least Wood Stock had some redeeming qualities, i.e. the music.  Though, I could be wrong. The "Occupiers" in some cities have been chanting and performing rituals which one can only guess is to bring back Jimi from the grave. 
    
     But let's be serious.  This is this generation's Wood Stock.  Wood Stock was a mass of people who were many times, losers.  They were your highschool-college kids who were against the world and the status quo.  They were hedonistic and egotistical twerps who were just trying to fight against the rules of their parents and the "Man".  Most were still living with their parents.  They were proned to Mob violence and destructive of property.  They were the bane of the police.  Please stop me when I say something that doesn't relate to the Occupiers.

     Now I can imagine that I will get someone saying, "But look!  There are old people there too!"  Does that surprise you?  Ever heard of Reliving your Youth?  Please, if there were anything different from these people and the people of Wood Stock it's that now they communicate via Facebook and Twitter rather than dial phones.  When it comes to the Mob issues, this is the more dangerous part. 

     I have a simple solution though.  Let them ride it out on their own.  If the culture of the 60's proved nothing to us, it's that hedonistic, anti-idological, egotistical teenagers and their gramps don't last long in a disease infested stink-hole.  These aren't martyrs, their kids who have just recently crept from their basements and decided they wanted to stir up trouble.  The fact is the greatest issue this crowd is truly concerened with is when the next sucker sends them food, or when the dealer comes back around with some fresh joints. 

     If anything can be said in how the technology is influencing them, the point can be made that it has made them more pathetic than the people at Wood Stock.  These Occupiers are only doing as their social media is telling them, they are completely reliant on technology to a point that the Wood Stock folks weren't.  Many had been Anti-technology. 

     So in conclusion, Welcome to Wall Stock.  The place where nerdy-wannabe-martyrs come to boast that they're fighting the "1%".  Congratulations.  When you find some decent music I might actually stop by.