Why, it seems like, oh, almost exactly a year and a day since hordes of concerned citizens who’d had enough of corporations took to the streets of New York…and then the streets of the world…and then to the invisible, capillary-sized “streets” that beat inside the the hearts that are nestled within the rib cages of the “99%,” which is quite a broad coalition when you realize that politics is ultimately a number game.
Tragically for some, quite humorously for others, this massive groundswell, this economic revolution, this taking back what’s been taken from us and holding it in our hands like a beautiful little butterfly with a slightly broken wing, failed to keep its shit together for even a year and a day.
Sure, it was the cold weather that drove many of these erstwhile revolutionaries indoors over the winter months, but when things warmed up again this spring, what had once been a mighty intestinal blast of anti-corporate angst was a feeble fart that not even those who laid it were able to smell.
Some of it had to do with opportunistic street bums, some had to do with those pesky rapes, and some had to do with heavy-handed police tactics, but most of it had to do with a vague, aimless angst that in the end may have been rooted more in base human envy than in any concrete ideas that could be molded by the proper hands into a right pretty piece of artisanal political pottery.
So what do you think that “movement” was all about? Why has it stopped moving? What would have made it succeed? If you were to try again, what would you do differently?