#Occupythis #Occupythat – Are they really occupying the right people?

How long has it been now since the first “Occupy” protests have begun, six months? Seven?

The “99%” sitting on the doorsteps of the bankers, the Wall Streeters, the elite “1%” of the population making all the money. They cry poverty, whine about having nothing, about being unable to find work, all while swiping away on their iPads or tablets or smartphones on their Facebook and Twitter accounts, trying to get others to join their plight.

My first problem is that if you’re “that poor” you can’t afford an iAnything, so the “99%” can’t possibly represent true poverty. Unemployment is on-or-close-to 9%, so at best they represent the “9%”, and about 90% of the American population should be pissed they are being represented by a bunch of angry, hostile, lying fools trying to get a free handout.

Here’s another problem I have. The “American dream” is supposed to be a dream where if you work hard, you can do anything. Those trolls living in parks and trying to get their handouts… what exactly are they doing? Highlighting the fact that those Wall Streeters and bankers are successful in the dream they put out. Those heavy hitters put in 50 to 60 hours a week on a slow week, money drives them, and they are willing to work to succeed.

ATTENTION “99%” HOBOS! If you really want to protest someone, head to your local major sports arena and protest the NBA. Hop in your caravans and take a visit to Miami at the new ballpark for the Marlins. Sit outside of Scott Boras’ house. The people who you camp out in front of now are people that work for a living. Athletes get paid to play with a ball. Millions of dollars. To play a game.

Don’t get me wrong. I love sports and I love good competition, but if you want to protest about how bad things are, then protest the guys throwing around money like it’s candy.

Just a thought…


How to wake up

Step 1:
Open your eyes.

Step 2:
Roll over, preferably towards the edge of your bed.

Step 3:
Sit up.

Good luck!


I’ve seen blog after blog, Facebook status after status, each focusing each day on what you are thankful for, each starting on November 1, and by the 14th or 15th, they’ve dwindled to about half. By the time Thanksgiving came, maybe two or three people were still regularly updating why they were thankful for. Was it because they ran out of things to thank, or because they ran out of things to say?

One of the biggest problems I’ve encountered as a writer is that sometimes you have nothing to say. So how do you keep relevant? When do you realize you’ve just run out of things to write about? How do you keep going without repeating yourself over and over?

Sure, some topics can be repeated. Talking about Thanksgiving on Thanksgiving is a good thing, but nobody really gives a shit about what you had for lunch today when that’s all you talk about. Finding your audience is one thing, but keeping them is another altogether.

And despite my blog postings where I insist I am coming back, I know I cannot re-write the same tripe over and over. It’s not fair to the three readers that do keep coming back, hoping for fresh wit and commentary.

With that, I am thankful that my son is in my life, and that I am blessed to still have a job in a world where cutbacks are common. I am honored to be a part of a local wrestling company that gives me an opportunity to participate on their show and at the same time show a part of my “other” life to my son.