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Lukewarm has a new flavor..and it is Occupy Detroit.
From the initial rallying cry of "Let's get a permit!" to the final whimpering snivel of "Please, Daddy...er..city officials, give us a building..We're FREEZING", the entire Detroit version of this powerful movement looks more like a 17 old on the steps of their parents' house trying to negotiate their way back in.
I went down yesterday to see what this was all about. I've been watching to see if these people were serious, or if it was just another bunch of wannabes wanting to erect their own little hill because they didn't like their position on the big one.
Lo and behold, it wasn't long before a polite young man asked me to sit in my designated seating area, since only "certain people" were allowed anywhere in the 800 square ft. area behind their table. Interesting, since it IS a public park..but whatever, moving on.
The very strong statement that "the People" are making..is that we will protest whenever we are uncomfortable or not kept properly.(Think regularly sodomized concubine.)
I picture Detroit's anarchist/liberal movement as a watered-down version of your regular anarchist/liberal movement. When asked where the conservative element was and what was being done to bring them into the fold, some of the more cliquish non-frat frat brats sneered.
All in all it wasn't what I would call an American moment.
Joyous, victorious, inspiring, liberating, empowering..these words cannot describe the feeling that entered my heart when I was finally able to take in and sift through my experiences of the first 10 minutes at Occupy Detroit.
In fact the only word that does even minor justice to that feeling would be...disappointment.
From the moment they first chanted "Let Us Back On The Plantation" ("We want jobs"), I had my reservations as to whether or not Detroiters are keeping up OUR end of the Occupy arrangement.
Those reservations were all but confirmed when I arrived at the tent city, filled with sleeping residents, at noon.
Apparently, the revolution doesn't pop off each day until around 3 or 4 PM or so, because protesting bankers while they are actually still in the banks working seemed a little pushy for Detroit's arm of the movement to put bankers and politicians in their place.
And when, with big beaming smiles on their poor, wretched faces, they exclaimed how they were working with "real estate people" so that they might get a warm place to sleep this winter..I almost cried for our city.
I almost cried for our State. What a sad, sorry excuse for Americans we have become.
Yes, the revolution looks a lot like sleeping on the couch at your friends place, or hanging at the frat house...or living in mom's basement. Lots of unnecessary drama, and a lot of peer pressure and busy-bodies trying to carve out a position of meaning for themselves because otherwise their lives are pretty uneventful.
Long live the revolution...somewhere else I guess.
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