Occupy Wall Street

The Occupy Wall Street 'movement' has spread to hundreds of cities, worldwide.  Less than a movement than what we used to call a 'happening', OWS has come to Sacramento, a bastion of liberals in a state of liberals. 

I've watched the interviews of the 'protesters' on the television news, and the main problem with describing OWS as a movement is that there is no there, there, as Gertrude Stein famously said of the city of Oakland.  If you talk to 100 of the people in the park, you'll get at least 100 reasons for them being there.  Many, in my opinion, are just looking for something to do.  It's fun to camp out, to flirt with the girls, and to smoke lots and lots of weed.

Speaking of which, marijuana is essentially legal in California.  There are scores of pot 'dispensaries' throughout every large and small city in the state.  The legalization of the drug was slipped pas the voters in an initiative that was billed as providing medical marijuana by prescription to those very, very few who would benefit from an appetite simulator, and memory-haze inducer.  Of course, there is virtually no on who is not 'sick' enough to get a prescription through the medical marijuana mill.  Bad back?  Yep, you qualify.  Who hasn't strained their back once in their life?  I've not heard of a single person being turned down for a 'prescription' for the drug. 

What a joke.

Getting back to the Occupy Wall Street crowd, it's a real stretch to compare this group with the Tea Party movement.  That spontaneous movement arouse out of a sense that a small group of liberal-socialists had taken over the country, and, according to its leader, wanted to 'spread the wealth around', which is shorthand for property seizure and redistribution to the 'peasants'.  The fact that the families truly mired in intractable poverty in the country nevertheless have flat panel TVs and cells phones goes uncommented upon by the media, not surprisingly.

Will the OWS movement lead to anything at all?  I don't see it now.  There is no leader, no unified platform, no over-riding theme, just a hundred different noisy folks with drums to bang on and horns to blow. 

Come to think of it, if I were 25, I might spend some time down at Cesar Chavez park myself.  Seems like a good place to meet accommodating women.  Bring some wine and 'medical' marijuana and party!