Posts Tagged ‘Occupy Wall Street’

VILLAGEMON ~ Follow the Grim Reaper

Tuesday, November 15th, 2011

Ghosts of departed quantities, Where do you find your fulfillment?

Bayesian efforts aside,

Is there any reason to believe that This moment is different than That one?

Who fired the first shot?

It’s not a culture war. Maybe you don’t understand.

IT IS A REAL WAR.

Run?

Consider these five facts (and men, listen up!):

1. Death rates rise directly in proportion to the percentage of working men with incomes below $50,000 in a community.  Repeat: Working age men with less income=more likely to die.  More stress, less services, poorer care, more environmental assaults. White men. Black men. Latino men.

2.Working men in the lowest 25% of income are 3 times more likely to have cardiovascular disease and are twice as likely to die than men with greater income… regardless of type of job.

3. If you are a woman of lesser means and have breast cancer, you will be diagnosed later than a woman of greater means, and when diagnosed will have a higher probability of dying.

4. Americans in the top 20 percent of income in the US will live 6.5 years longer than the rest of us. I guess they have better genes? That’s why they have the money? That’s why they have the health?  Really?

5. 46 million Americans live below the poverty line… almost 1 in 6.  Think about that!  And most of them are children.  Almost 1 in 4 children live in poverty.  Think of every child you know and then think about every fourth one. Living in poverty. In America.

This is not tiddly winks. It is dead or alive.  He who must not be named is extreme income inequality.  Why does all this exist? Why have we lost our moral compass? Why do we cheer outrageous evil villains in the commons? Because there is money in politics that thrives on outrage and slaughtering our better angels.  If there was no corruption and money in politics we would find our way. Reform campaign finance.

So maybe you think, “It can’t happen here. Not to me. I won’t be poor.  I’ll hang on.” Son, it’s not about you hanging on. The walls are coming down.  Get out there and help take them down

VILLAGEMON ~ Follow the Believer

Wednesday, October 5th, 2011

Follow the believer.

Are we not to believe?  Is the age of belief behind us?

“We also are looking for volunteer legal council, doctors, nurses, dentists, mental health professionals, an accountant, IT experts, artists, people willing to do loads of laundry and folks to print off fliers for us.”   Occupy Wall Street http://nycga.cc/

One accountant.  Many Artists. Need I say more?

Do you understand the debt you owe to these children?

Pray for Bloomberg.  I spent one hour praying for Bloomberg.  I cannot march on Wall street but I can pray for Bloomberg. For one hour.

What does it mean to concentrate your mind on one man for an hour? This man? Bloomberg.

Possibly he is an oracle, possibly a great civic leader.  But is he a man to meditate on for an hour?

Mr. Bloomberg, I hope you are worth it.

I put his picture in front of me on the computer, and took the first meditative state.

Emptiness, except Bloomberg.

Ah… but then some protestors entered my empty mind. Out!

They’re gone.

Blooooomberg!

No amplification. Just Bloomberg.

Nice cheeks, man.

Bicycle lanes.

Want a smoke?

I love Bloomberg.

But what’s the deal with all this law and order?

Zuccotti Park.

Bloomberg,  is this not your Feast of Tabernacles? Did not God give us America in a holy Covenant of mercy, compassion, light and
water?

Bloomberg, Bloomberg, Bloomber.

8:46. A  running tab in the mind.  For one hour, Michael you are my world.

(Flirting with who knows what when you give your mind over for an hour.)

Mantra Bloomberg:  Hare Bloomberg.
Hare, Hare, Bloomberg.  Hare, Hare, Hare,
Bloomberg.  Bloomberg.  Hare, Bloomberg.

Can’t we swap out John Roberts for Michael Bloomberg?

Michael, Michael, Michael. Shree Michael.

A $127million personal push for young black and latino men.

You are a good man.

Michael B., join the occupation.

Come on down.

You can do art. You can do mayor.

Come on down.

Bring your sleeping bag.

And a friend.