The occupy whatever crowd was trying to tell the world (with the MMM’s help) that the 1% aren’t paying their share. This is kind of ironic because most of them are unemployed (and unemployable) and aren’t paying anything.
I can understand why they feel the way they do. Their education is so totally lacking. Don’t misunderstand me. They probably graduated with a 4.0 average in insert ethnic minority or perceived victim group here studies. Exactly how is your masters in Hispanic, gay, lesbian, transgender, black, albino studies going to help you balance a spreadsheet or communicate with a purchasing agent? (Unless he/she happens to be a Hispanic, transgender black albino.)
You can’t blame it all on these future pillars of the community. Much of the blame rests with their parents. Their grandparents probably did what they could to instill basic ethics and morality into the occupiers’ parents. They, however, lost their way and became the “ME” generation where personal wealth, power or self fulfillment became the most important thing. They didn’t bother teaching little Paris and Brett any of the building blocks of decency and character. So instead of becoming a continuation of the “ME” generation they became the ‘SCREW YOU” generation. Self is no longer the most important thing it is the ONLY thing.
Two guys and an SEIU ‘worker’ were fishing on a lake one day, when Jesus walked across the water and joined them in the boat. When the three astonished men had settled down enough to speak, the first guy asked humbly, “Jesus, I’ve suffered from back pain ever since I took shrapnel in the Vietnam war…could you help me?”
“Of course, my son”, Jesus said, and when he touched the man’s back, he felt relief for the first time in years.
The second man, who wore very thick glasses and had a hard time reading and driving, asked if Jesus could do anything about his eyesight.
Jesus smiled, removed the man’s glasses and tossed them in the lake. When they hit the water, the man’s eyes cleared and he could see everything distinctly.
When Jesus turned to heal the union worker, the guy put his hands up and cried defensively, “Don’t touch me! I’m on long term disability.”