There is a way out…
Congress signed into being a constitutional amendment that allowed the President to take complete control - dictatorship, if you will - without the approval of congress.
I think it’s Rule 52 or something of the ilk. I remember seeing it in the OWS-tagged entries via Tumblr.
The President needs to use that rule. Take command. And then tell the armies to arrest every last 1% douchebag currently in the United States. Seize their property, their wealth and use it to build a better nation.
And enforce every law he needs to to make sure that corporations can not ever take control again.
It’ll probably be the last thing he ever does as president, because those who hold the real power don’t want to be on the receiving end of anything like that… which is probably why Obama is laying low and saying little.
Yet, sooner or later, it will come to that choice. Save a nation or kill it.
With the same tool.
Dear 1%
I know you like having it. Money. Power. Fame.
Everyone wants it. People usually want to earn it.
Most of you have inherited it. Or manipulated things so you can keep it.
There’s just one thing.
If you succeed in obtaining all the money - money then becomes worthless.
The majority, those “unwashed masses” you sneer and jeer at from your balconies as they struggle for a slice of justice beneath you… they’re going to realise that money is becoming worthless and switch to other methods of exchange.
Once the common throng no longer agrees that slips of linen with intricate printing on them are worth something… well… you’re in big trouble.
You’ll have no more power, for a start.
The only fame you possess will be as an object of ridicule.
And the money? Returned to fiction. Everyone else will be trading in -say- hours of work accomplished.
Your best interests are to share some of your wealth. That keeps the system going. Not sharing only hurts yourself in the long run.
Thankyou for your time.
CENSORSHIP OF THE INTERNET??!??!!!?!
Reblog it.
Didn’t something like this happen in Egypt, recently? Didn’t something like that fail worse than the Titanic? Don’t these people remember what happened to the last douchebag who tried this?
They live!
Mass reclaiming of books on Wednesday, right? And live streaming thereof, of course :)
The more I hear about these “rogue elements”
…the more I think it’s code for “undercover cop inciting violence”.
If you’re in a camp or protest and you see someone getting violent, encourage those around you to push them towards the police.
Then see what happens next.
I’m betting it’ll be like this:
OWS: “Here’s the guy that threw the brick.”
Cops: “Er… Hi Dave.”
Dave: “Crap.”
Awkwaaaarrrrrd….
—– Heinrich Heine. A Jew. Some months before the Nazis implemented their “final solution”.
Occupy Needs YOU!
If you live near an Occupy camp, or feel any kind of horror at the fact that the brutal arm of injustice is currently destroying books… Occupy Needs You!
To turn up.
Bring books, sleeping bags, tarps, food… Anything you can spare. Everything you can carry.
Bring them to the rally points and bring a message with you.
Occupy now needs to keep a watch on the police, to be aware of raids. People in the camps need to be able to grab what’s most precious to them and move at a moment’s notice. We can not allow this to happen again.
Occupy needs to sue the police in a class action suit against the loss of the property they are now destroying. Expense is the only language they understand. Make this as expensive as all hell.
And, most important of all, Occupy needs to get right back into the park, stronger than ever before. Show them that they can make things unpleasant, but they can not kill the spirit of justice. You can each contribute to something big, and something big needs to happen in America.
You can’t make them pay. Yet. You can make things awkward. You can make them inconvenient. You can make them expensive. You can make oppression more effort than listening.
This is a war on people who don’t want to spend anything on you. Make that impossible. It’s the only way to make them hear what you’re trying to tell them.
Planned Obsolescence is Crippling Me
Every girl loves shoes, right?
We’re stereotypically obsessed by them. All girls allegedly want to be Imelda Marcoss when we grow up.
Not me.
I’m apparently one of those rare women who want shoes that work and last. Looking pretty is icing on the cake. I’m going to spend all day in these suckers and I do not want pinched toes or sharp decorative bits or heels that make my trick ankles go off - resulting in a foot turned suddenly and painfully to the side.
The sole of one’s foot should be parallel with the ground, not perpendicular. Especially when one is in motion.
You have no idea how hard it is to find a ladies’ shoe that fits the following criteria: hard-wearing, flat-heeled, having a decent tread, long-lasting and comfortable.
I swear there’s someone in the ladies’ shoe industry who’s completely misogynistic and has decreed by law that all ladies’ shoes should hurt women in some way.
I thought I had found an ideal sandal in Colorado. It looked okay, it had a decent tread on the sole. It was not balanced on a tiny little spike of a heel and it had lovely cork padding to comfort my aching feet as I ran around doing things.
It had a plastic sole, but I thought I could deal with that.
I obviously thought wrong.
Fast forward two and a half years, and my weight and compounded abuses have compressed the cork quite a bit. Once summer rolls around, I wear these shoes goddamn everywhere. I run in them. I shop in them. I walk around and do all the ordinary things in them. I have them to the point where they almost put themselves on.
And that’s the point where a hidden design flaw started to injure me.
See, plastic soles don’t naturally mesh with anything. you have to have surface area so whatever you’re gluing them to stays glued. Which usually means the “inside” surface of your plastic sole has a big, rigid + across the heel.
Fine when it’s new.
When the shoe gets old, the distance between the centre of that “plus” and the customer’s heel gets shorter. It starts to directly effect the foot.
In my case, I now have bone bruises on my heels because of something that’s designed to fail.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. The sandal still looks great. You can’t see anything wrong with it. The plastic sole still looks just as good now as the day I bought it with the shoe. However, the nice padding between that plastic sole and my good self has worn down in the center, where my heel strikes.
That center is exactly where the “plus” is.
Guess what’s been impacting my heel every time I take a step?
So every time I walk, I injure myself. It’s at the point where it hurts like walking on nails whenever I have to get up.
Anyone who’s never had a bone bruise may be laughing at me now. But let me tell you, they’re as painful as all shit. And they keep being painful. Trust me, you don’t know what you’ve got until it hurts like a stabbing when you sit and rest, and it hurts like a stabbing when you put your weight on it.
And you have to rest the injured area for months. No chance of that, I’m a mum. Mums don’t get to rest.
So now I have another category in my ever-lengthening list of things to avoid when I’m shopping for shoes.
No fucking plastic soles!
They are evil.
Could someone tell my why shoe shopping is supposed to be fun, please?