Dear "Occupy"
Three years ago you stood in a park, waving signs in support of the man you thought was The Messiah, your Savior, Your Redeemer, even though you didn't know anything more about him, than the Tingle he ran up your Leg.
You didn't listen when people like me tried to warn you...
Today in the dead of winter, you are unemployed and living in a tent, in that same park, sharing your tent with lice and tuberculosis and no they do not pay rent.
There is far worse to come and you deserve every minute of it.
You didn't listen when people like me tried to warn you...
Today in the dead of winter, you are unemployed and living in a tent, in that same park, sharing your tent with lice and tuberculosis and no they do not pay rent.
There is far worse to come and you deserve every minute of it.