A message to “Occupy-ers”

First and foremost, thank you for having the courage and ambition to get off your ass and do something about the direction that our nation has been steered over the last decade.

Now pack up your shit and let’s start working toward real change.  So far, we’ve all called attention to some fairly relevant issues but the problem is that there is no real leader, no real goals, no real anything other than emotion.  Your actions have been successful at receiving attention but it’s gone on for too long.  You’ve got to get out of the parks and into the county council meetings.  You’ve got to run for offices and take money out of the pockets of the 1% and begin empowering each other.

Stop fighting over who the leaders are and just become one.  Take the time to listen to someone other than yourself and make changes in your personal life.  Things can’t continue on the path they are on.  By causing chaos and anarchy, you force the hands of military and police personnel and are losing the sympathy vote.

There are people who are fighting for our rights. Are you?

When you break the law, you become a criminal and you allow the powers that be to act accordingly. I get the occupation on the streets when there is a purpose, but what do you want? What will get you back in your homes? This country and the 1% now has an excuse to turn on and declare Marshall Law. Do you get what that means?

Martial law means imposing military rule by military authorities over designated regions such as New York, on an emergency basis—and although USUALLY only temporary—when the civilian government or civilian authorities fail to function effectively (e.g., maintain order and security, and provide essential services), when there are extensive riots and protests, or when the disobedience of the law becomes widespread, it could be long standing.

In most cases, military forces are deployed to quiet the crowds, to secure government buildings and key or sensitive locations, and to maintain order. This means that generally, military personnel will replace police departments and perform some or all of their functions.

THE CONSTITUTION COULD AND WILL BE SUSPENDED. When we are in full-scale martial law, the highest-ranking military officer would take over, or be installed, as the military governor or as head of the government, thus removing all power from the previous executive, legislative, and judicial branches of government.

I’m NOT saying to let anyone off the hook, but let’s be real and get organized. If there are organizations that have too much money or power then we have to do something about it. Sleeping in a park will NOT solve the problem. File lawsuits, join the government, if you want to hold protests, do them with purpose. Stop fighting and breaking the law and expecting cities to tolerate it. If you broke the law without the mob of others behind you doing the same thing it wouldn’t be tolerated.

There HAS TO BE some form of order in order to be productive. Start demanding accountability from those who want to hold you accountable. Let’s make the auto makers, bankers, insurance companies, etc pay back the money they stole from us. File complaints in EVERY CITY over JP Morgans monopoly on handling food stamps, because they are continuing to keep us all poor so they can make even more money.

Stop thinking you HAVE TO HAVE things that come from companies that use your money to fund hate groups.

You want leaders? Hold your own elections. For every 100 or 1000 people there should be a leader. The leaders should then have leaders and so forth until everyone’s ideas are being communicated because all we hear outside of your protests are a bunch of people complaining about a lot of issues with no resolution in sight and to be honest, I’m not willing to give up my rights because of your egos.

So be honest and stop being an asshole. If you’re not a part of the solution, you are a part of the problem!

I’ve done it again….

I have, for far too long

Attempted to be what I thought I was supposed to

The way a good little girl ought to

But each and every time I fail

And end up here

At the bottom of a milkshake or a beer

I quit smoking 7 months ago though I could really use a joint right now.

Its been 3 months since the last time that I had sex

And I’m tired of going without the pleasures of this world

For the sake of others

I need my mother

And another

Shot at it all

To rewind time and take what should’ve been mine.

I’ve had enough of my own victimization

I’m tired of intellectual masturbation

I dream and I scream

Silently

Amongst myself

Wondering when, things will ever be anything else.

Changing Changes Everything.

I want to take the time
to stare at all of the art that inspires me
I am creating the soundtrack to my life
for the feelings it evokes in me
speaking of which,
when’s the last time that YOU felt anything?
Wake up sheeple
It’s time to be heard
do you hear what I’m telling you?
The world is turning
and it’s creating a movement
I’m tired of pretending
that everything will be okay
and waiting for others to make the change.
I don’t want to exist
in a world where
Normalcy is measured by
how many pills you eat.

8.20 blog

Over the last couple of days, weeks, months, who the hell knows how long, I’ve had time to think about everything that goes on around me and I’ve got to admit I’ve finally reached a conclusion.  I’m not the only one who is plagued by confusion.  I hate the feeling that I have every moment of every day. I hate feeling like the one who will always be on the outside, but then again, I look around at all of the suffering and wish I could move just a little further than having my face pressed up against the glass.  Suicide is running rampant and I wish that I could stop it.  My shrink thinks that’s a disorder all of it’s own and maybe I should be a little more careless about it all.  I mean, no matter what we do, at the end of the day we all face a final curtain call.  Who cares what I did with my time and if anyone else agreed.  The more I pay attention, the more I learn that everyone has their vices and maybe I should’ve worried less about what mine were and allowed myself to feel the eupohoria of the ecstacy as the bass was pumpin and vicks was blowing, rather than contemplating rehab and how to become one of them.  I should’ve slept around a lot more and worried about relationships a lot less.  I should’ve spent money and stopped trying to hold onto it because either way it didn’t last.  I wish I would’ve realized earlier that the past was the past and the bullies were insecure stuck up bitches who knew nothing about me, or life, and celebrated the fact that Karma would kick their ass for me and that I didn’t have to kick myself for not standing up to them sooner.  I should be happy about the fact that black holes make my memory resemble swiss cheese and rather than trying to make them hole, I should be able to start again, and again, and again, until I get it right.  I mean after all, this is my MY life.  Right?

Done.