A squatter settlement is a residential area in an urban locality inhabited by the very poor who have no access to tenured land of their own, and hence "squat" on vacant land, either private or public.These people have been around for many years. While they may have attracted some "new blood" by cynically manipulating the jealousy of twenty-somethings who've never been forced to grow up, they're the same old group that used to camp in the parking lots at Grateful Dead concerts, or in nearby public parks. Whether you call them Deadheads or the Rainbow Family, the parallels between the Wall Street event and events like Woodstock and the Rainbow Gatherings and Lollapalooza are evident. While they may claim that they're there to raise awareness for some cause, what they're actually doing is just having a big party, getting high, trashing the place, and pretending that their decisions have no consequences. John Lennon, who perhaps best exemplifies the paradigm that is quintessential hippyness, famously asked us to Imagine.
Imagine no possessionsI can imagine no possessions. In my mind I see a naked five year old boy. His belly is distended from malnutrition, and you can clearly see every bone in his emaciated body. He's digging in hardened clay and sand for a bug of some kind to eat. His stomach is filled with indigestible leaves and bark and dirt. He's almost certain to die. In a different world with different parents he might have become an Einstein, a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, but not in this world. So, yes I can imagine no possessions.
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
Well, what if the whole world just stopped working? If we all just decided to become children and camp in the park and trip LSD while passing around a doobie and periodically burping up some wurble of gas that we consider profound thought, then very soon our world would become the world of the possessionless five year old I just described. Is that what you really want?
These hippies on Wall Street aren't helping anyone. Millions of people are starving to death every year. Millions more are dying because of vitamin deficiencies. It doesn't have to be this way. If these guys camping on Wall Street really wanted to help their fellow man, they'd be at work right now, earning a paycheck and chipping in a few bucks every month to fund one of the thousands of charity organizations that are working in areas where they don't have Wall Street, where they don't have public parks, where they don't have clean water or even soap.
I'll tell you the truth. I'm filled with disgust. I'm filled with indignation! I'm truly outraged at the selfish self-centered hypocrisy and willful self-delusion of these egomaniacal hippy squatters with their incessant eructations of imbecilic absurdity, exacerbated by the Lame Stream Media who constantly assault our senses with this circus of vagrants and losers.
Hope and Change, Imagine, Brotherhood of Man, Right on! Down with the Man! OKAY! I get it! You media guys can stop it now. I get it already! This is your Obama 2012 campaign, and these are your volunteer campaigners, these drug-crazed hippies who all smell like a month's worth of unwashed ass. Good luck with that.