Dear post-election protesters…
I’m not mad at you; I’m just saddened and disappointed. You aren’t protesting, you are complaining, whining that you didn’t get your way. You are showing the world how selfish and self-indulgent you are, throwing a temper tantrum because your ‘will’ was thwarted by others who think differently than you.
I find myself at a loss that the American Spirit has been reduced to this level of inanity.
With your feet encased in supportive shoes, planted on a paved road, supported by ample thighs, you raise your chubby fists over your well-fed bellies and you scream your angry resistance to the empty, well lit skies- or even into the face of motionless peace officer just doing their job- while you rest assured that when the long night of yelling is over, you can go back to your home and sooth your throat with a long drink of cool, clean water from the tap, or a refrigerated beverage from your stocked refrigerator before you wash off the road dust with a nice, hot shower and then order a pizza from the local pizza joint you didn’t manage to burn down.
Carrying your lunch and a bottle of water or two in your brightly colored back pack, tummy full of a nutritious breakfast, you walk out of a well-lit, clean, air-conditioned classroom on an education provided to you not by the sweat of your brow, but on the backs of our collective culture at no cost to yourself. You are not admired by the children that have no classroom to go to- or worse- girls that are persecuted with injury or death for the crime of having the desire for an education; no, you are showing them that you have no honor, and no appreciation for what you actually have; that you are pampered beyond the point of being spoiled. They would take your place in an instant without second thought.
It’s sad, and it’s pathetic. You aren’t the symbol of resistance you imagine yourself to be in your twisted view of things, you are an icon of whine, a spoiled brat that didn’t get their way.
You aren’t showing anyone in the world how oppressed you are, you are showing the world how oppressed you aren’t.
And the world knows it. That sound you hear? They aren’t cheering for your ‘bravery’. They are laughing at your weak-minded susceptibility to the unseen puppet masters pulling your strings and at the astonishing level of your self-delusion.
You rail against the ‘One percent’ with absolutely no self-awareness that you ARE the one percent. You are crying that you don’t have as much as the Jones’s, and you are crying it to an outside world that can’t even dare or afford to think opposition to their oppressors for fear of being rounded up and executed! Or just for lack of energy because the mud-floor hut they take refuge in- or the prison they are kept in- is unsanitary; and their level of nutrition is nil because they are constantly fighting off disease that they have no tools to resist.
You rally your self-indulgent, selfish cohorts to action, justifying your pointless acts with empty platitudes and hateful, spiteful, worthless rhetoric, while doing nothing substantial to actually aid those you purport to be fighting for.
You imagine yourself the Hero of the ‘common person’ when in reality all you are is a National Embarrassment.
What’s even worse is that you’re so proud of yourselves.