Occupy

I caught a cold. It’s been a while since I’ve had an affliction. It’s slowing me down some. When I was a kid I’d stuff my pockets with vitamin C and tissue paper and call myself good. Nothing could slow me down then. I was a lot tougher in those days. Back then the smog alone could burn a hole in you, but that’s another story for another day.

I’m thinking of taking my guitar down to city hall to occupy. I’d like to voleenter my services to keep things moving. The state of the world is such that in some instances the political right and the political left are converging. I’m not talking about politicians. Politicians are in their own coin-operated world. All you have to do is slip them some money and they’ll spit out what ever you tell them to. I’m talking about the proletariat, and the bourgeoisies. It’s getting to the point that on some issues such as banks and corruption there’s commonality. I’ve never seen it like this before. That’s when you know the aristocrats are digging their own grave. The only thing the aristocrats understand and respond to is money. When the workingman gets hip to that fact, I mean really hip, that’s when the sea will turn into an ocean.