The legion of detractors of the Occupy Wall Street protests are
beginning to sound as tedious as some of the activists. Their
favorite rejoinder seems to be 'get a job' followed close on by 'take
a bath'. Of course neither one is particularly useful when you're speaking of a group of people who are essentially camping in an era
of 9.5% unemployment. Those protesting the protests are as clueless
as to what the Occupy movement is about as the individual tin-foil
hat candidates they love to single out as somehow representative,
which of course they are not.
Some of this is the fault of the movement itself, which has
deliberately sought to be so leaderless and egalitarian that it has
given a voice, however briefly, to all manner of crackpots and
scatterbrains, and even listened politely while they rant about
whatever is on their minds. The rest is due to the self-appointed and
largely self-serving guardians of the status quo who pick out easy
targets for the kind of sound bite criticism that sells blog space
and air time. These pundits miss the issues at the heart of Occupy
Wall Street, and so miss the opportunity to engage in the kind of
dialogue that would actually address our myriad of problems.
Raise your hand if you think Occupy Wall Street is a bunch of effete
college students who think they should get something for nothing
simply because they are too lazy to work for it. Shout out if you
believe they are all left-leaning progressives who want to crush
business with an endless stream of burdensome taxes and regulations.
Stamp your feet if you are convinced that Occupy Wall Street was
started by a bunch of elitist college professors to sweep away
capitalism and the American way of life and replace it with a New
World Order. What a bunch of folderol—honestly!
The irony here is that the protestors camped out in Zuccotti park are
angry for the same reasons that the Tea Party is angry. Their future
looks hopelessly grim. The self-worth and economic value that were
supposed to accrue to them for getting an education and going to work
have evaporated. The rewards of innovation and creativity and
perseverance and frugality and hard work are no longer assured. The
natural order of things has been overturned and replaced by something
insidious and grossly unfair. The system now rewards the pirates and
charlatans.
The difference between Occupy Wall Street and the Tea Party lies, not
in why they are mad, but rather in who they are mad at. Occupy Wall
Street is mad at the bank executives and speculators who stole our
future—the guys who, as Nobel laureate in economics, Joseph
Stiglitz, has pointed out, created a system to 'socialize losses and
privatize gains'. They took huge risks, pocketed the money they made,
and got the taxpayers to backstop their play when things went south.
You can follow the money and see what they got away with. Their
perfidy is well documented and infamous.
The Tea Party, on the other hand, is mad at Barak Obama and the
runaway spending of the Democrats. They are mad at everyone who got
sucked into an adjustable rate mortgage. They are mad at people with
serious illnesses who can't buy medical insurance. Why don't they
just die already and quit burdening an already overtaxed system? They
are mad at welfare cheats, medicare cheats, layabouts who draw
unemployment instead of getting jobs, and anything with the word
entitlement in it.
They are mad at these things because Glen Beck told them to be, or
Rush Limbaugh, or any one of a number of pandering nabobs who make
their money telling people what they want to hear. It hardly matters
that the math doesn't work. You can take all the villains of the
fundamentalist right and add up the money lost to their villainy and
you won't come up to the amount of the problem. That's because the
problem is on the other side of the equation—the revenue side—the
side where the real cheats live.
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