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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Let Them Wallow in Their Filth

Are you freaking kidding me?

The Occupy Wall Street protesters who have taken up residence at Zuccotti Park for the past three weeks may temporarily have to find new digs Friday when crews plan to enter and clean the park.

Mayor Bloomberg appeared at the park Wednesday evening to inform protesters that cleaning crews will be dispatched there at the end of the week.

These protesters don't want to take responsibility for their own lives, demanding "the government" take care of them. Borrowed tons of money for a degree in majors that nobody needs. Demand cancellation of debts and a minimum wage so high that even their worthless degree will pay.

So the sight of protesters shuffling off for a while in order for the government to clean up their stinking miasma of a park by hosing it down and drenching it with bleach is rather symbolic of the whole spectacle. They took someone else's resource (a public park) and couldn't be bothered to take care of it. Now someone else has to clean it up.

Bloomberg says the protesters can stay as long as they like. Well why wouldn't they if Bloomberg is going to clean their mess up? We can't make these spoiled brat cul-de-sac communists live with the consequences of their inane economic demands. We can at least make them live with the consequences of their disgusting personal hygiene and stewardship of their local environment.

UPDATE: Related thoughts on the filthy mess the park has become. You have to wonder what the Occupy Wall Street protesters would have to say about sending workers in to clean up that level of filth--if it was somebody else's, of course.

UPDATE: As I've noted, Monty Python has relevant commentary regardless of the topic:



Remember, OWC campers, you have some lovely filth there.

UPDATE: Speaking of symbolic, one young protester has gained weight on the free food. Says he:

Tom Hintze, 24, was volunteering in Zuccotti Park last week. ‘Just now there was a big UPS delivery,’ he said. ‘We don’t know where it comes from. It just appears, and we eat it.’

It just appears. And they eat it. Or play music on "it." Or Tweet on "it." Or work for "it." It's a magical world they live in, isn't it?

Lest you think I can't move beyond Monty Python, this from the Simpsons seems appropriate:



So there you go.