This was last years Thanksgiving post: How prescient am I!? I didn't know we had the 99 percent then as a movement but we all should have. So, eat your turkey and have your little dinner time squabbles because it seems nothing much changes as long as the same old turkeys stay in power at the top.
There is this story
And this story
Then there was this story
It's not exactly a poem, but it is some of what's happening in our country during this holiday season. I have ignored the stories of frantic holiday shoppers trampling other frantic holiday shoppers on the aptly named Black Friday. Extraordinarily sickening this year. Somehow more so this year than any I remember. The dark freakshow of materialism in a down economy. I might be one of those crazed shoppers if I had a family counting on me to provide it with all the American Christmas creature comforts (like a bigger flat screen TV than last years version). And I might be the provider who finds death preferable to the alternative since the future doesn't look rosy unless you're one of the top 2%. If Thanksgiving was a disappointment to children of the 99ers, imagine what Christmas will be... Don't know what the 99ers are? You must be a member of the TeaParty or one of the 2% at the top.