Occupy My Home

The Occupy movement has been broken up in most cities at this point, primary as a measure of public safety. There is a new arm of the movement that just tickles my heart, as I believe they are honing in on the real targets in this injustice.

With so many Americans fighting to keep their homes despite foreclosure, a few have smartly invited the Occupy movement into their homes for a sit-in against Fanny Mae and Freddy Mac. There are encampments surrounding individual homes which for me, means that the participants will be able to remain more cleanly and comfortable, and they will really start pissing people off, starting with the home-owners associations.

One other note of the movement to date: they advocated a move your money day, when hundreds of thousands removed their capital from the larger banks that received a bailout, and placed the money into local-owned banks. Unfortunately, it looks as though that will back-fire, as the majority of accounts lost were a negative on the banks books, and thus it was a small gift to them to walk away.

The march goes on.

Occupy Passion, Abandon Apathy

The Occupy movement is gaining momentum throughout the world, and every day the resistance continues. The media are paying increasing attention to the protestors, who are vallientely returning to the sites in each city after enduring pepper spray, battons, and violent attacks as the United State rarely sees.

I love the battalion of video cameras pointed at every member of our police as they bludgen, and rip at the human chains being created in parks, and on government property. The resistance is exciting to a degree that I haven't felt until Barak Obama was elected. I doubt he will make me feel that way again, and the Occupy movment is carrying the legacy of hope for my generation. I am so grateful they are banding together and voicing the obvious at a volumn that government must listen to. Thank the Lord they have the time to shout this from the rooftops for those of us who are unable.

My perspective is unique in that I work in direct contact with the 1%. While we are all on the food chain, my position is in direct support to two very valuable gentlemen. I support their ability to generate more of what they have so abundantly: money. They are generous and kind, but I have not had the pleasure of speaking to their political viewpoints. I would wager they are more on the right then I, but their tipping skills are the best gage I have at the moment.

Driving through downtown smalltown USA, the strong (and few) tents sit precariously amongst the norm. They are insulated at this point: November has finally brought the cold. Slightly damp from the morning ice, they shone in front of a government building and I smiled in reverance to those fighting this fight. It is so important, and so worthwhile. It is from a distance I will remain, but their message is worth purpetuating.

Finally, I feel the passion.