The occupy movement has come and gone, leaving only a trail of Starbucks coffee cups and disillusioned armchair activists. We must not be shocked or even disappointed to learn that this symphony of orchestrated whining accomplished absolutely nothing since it had no agenda, stated objectives, or suggestions.
However, lurking deep within the sanctimonious orgy of middle-aged, middle-class malcontents yet unready to embrace the adulthood they’d fled for decades; was a point.
These cheery nitwits drew fuel from more than mere ennui and narcissism; righteous indignation burned in their stomachs like bad Mexican food, inviting the question – Is there any such thing as good Mexican food?
How can it be, they inquired, in that charmingly innocent way of theirs, that 99% of the nation’s wealth is in the hands of only 1% of its population?
It is a fair question, but a stupid one, since the American public stood by for generations and idly watched the looting, too complacent even to vote, much less defend itself.
Far more interesting is the cultural divide, and where one stands on it.
“Never confuse fame with artistic quality, or wealth with value. Society gets what it wants, not what it needs.” Taz Mopula
After merciless soul-searching I have come to the conclusion that in all my artistic endeavors – (novels – poetry – cartoons – tazmopulisms – essays) – I am aligned squarely with the 1% and have no interest in appealing to the 99%. Let’s do the math.
Entire U.S. population is approximately 300,000,000
Religious Zealots 10%
Unapologetically anti-intellectual 9%
Alistair McHarg prospects 1% equaling approximately 3,000,000
Let it be proclaimed for all to hear that I serve the 1%; proudly!
“There is only one truly authentic way to enjoy success; that is by remaining indifferent to it.” Taz Mopula