Occupy 40 degree Fahrenheit: if you think money; do not show up!
Occupy 40 degree Fahrenheit: if you see money; do not show up! ! if i rap everything in one pack,
and zipped all together, i will tell you:
the hope turned back and over OBAMA's camps (beside the democrats, the bureaucrats, and the techo-mafio-buffalo-wings-auto-crats. The list of state-corpo related predators is infinite. If you are still following me, you type of gay, miss susan, and you, miss extreme tattoo; you can come up with your own list.)
Now, what is the difference between an emperor, a ruthless negatively dark general, a young rebellion MISSION-eer.....or a ghost miniature soldier who starting his/her journey from a boot camp to a real war, or simply an obsessed
video game edict.
Cause, when one thinks empire, one thinks pyramids.....? ?
and here i stop to tell you, someone has to pay for that, someone else has to build it, and the glory is for the head of state (i mean, wall street.)
It means YOU ARE mislead....by friends, bosses, bare mates, street mates, COFFEE-MATES, and mainly relatives. Sorry, you get what you paid for.
I personally believe, we are naturally ant-like specie, except we have different
64 bit dual core UN-upgradeable motherboard.
Back to obama,
what is the difference between his circus, wall street circus, the army circus, and finally
the tea party circus?
obviously everything is good for show-biz more then for biz.
to wrapped up all together, show is 99% and biz is 1%.
and the bottom line, we the 99% have the fun, the 1% are left behind.
at the end,
if you loo for fun, date, good friendship, good deals, business, travel, trips, tips and tricks,
join occupy movement
in your Area, home town, mailing list, facebook, sheep stweet, go to Tunisia (if you are hardcore,)
or simply occupy yourself and inspire others around you whatever your are and whenever you feel the holly spirit rocking in your head.
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