No, I’m not an idiot and no, I wasn’t joking.
This is my response to all those misinformed commentators who questioned my column on the “Occupy Wall Street” movement last week.
I don’t make a practice of responding to readers — after all everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and I appreciate the fact that there are many, many reasons why the protestors are in Zuccotti Park — but I stand by my statements.
Shouting grievances to high-rise skyscrapers and camping out isn’t helping anyone. In fact, all it’s doing is providing the police with major overtime, which this city really doesn’t need to pay out, and becoming a nuisance to businesses that are trying really hard to stay in above water and employ as many as they do.
Or does Occupy Wall Street want those folks out of work too?
We — the collective we — is what needs to change.
We need to vote for elected officials who will make the necessary changes to the tax code and prevent those huge corporations from digging their greedy little paws into huge loopholes that allow them to skate when paying their fair share of federal income tax.
We need to stop the government from wasting our hard-earned tax dollars on unnecessary pork projects by lobbying our local elected officials.
We need to keep our jobs here in America — by boycotting all those companies that have outsourced them overseas — like all those electronic companies that produce all those gizmos and gadgets that the Occupy Wall Streeters are sporting.
We need to buy American.
We need to live within our means and not above them.
We need to be the solution and not part of the problem.
We still need to take responsibility.
If the protesters want to really make a difference, they need to protest in Washington.
Big corporations didn’t make the rules, they just used what was there to their advantage.
And lastly — and on a completely different note — I’d like to sing, “Ding Dong the Deposed Libyan Leader Khadafy is Dead.”
It’s not that I revel in a person’s demise, but it does bring some closure to the families of all those innocent people who lost their lives on a snowy night in December on a Pan Am jet flying over Lockerbie, Scotland. Now if only Abdelbaset al-Megrahi would join Moammar.
Well I suppose, “You Can’t Always Get What You Want,” (from the “Let it Bleed” album by the Roling Stones. For the gentlemen who commented that I didn’t give credit to Country Joe and the Fish in last week’s column—mea culpa, mea culpa).
Not for Nuthin, but one less despot in the world is a very good thing. And thanks for all the comments.