President Barack Obama and Wall Street occupiers, along with their allies in the mainstream media and on college campuses, have maintained an ongoing attack on high-income earners, people they call 1 percenters. Listening to their deceitful demagoguery, you would naturally think of them as 99 percenters, but you'd be dead-wrong.
What would we all do if we didn't have someone who made his fortune pretending to be someone else telling us how everything else is? It's all in a days work for Robert Redford.
Earlier this week, a Virginia-based organization came under fire for leading 3rd grade students at Woodbrook Elementary in Charlottesville to write a song titled "We Are Part of the 99."
"They want more money, a faster ride, they're not content -- never satisfied. Yes, they're the 1 percent."
After turning himself into a veritable caricature of the 1 percent he derides at every opportunity, President Obama has suddenly discovered his true calling: champion of the middle class.
Or, at least, that's what she yelled to a cheering Occupy Rose Parade crowd.
Try to contain your excitement.
Again proving they are just average Americans -- with an affection for creepy masks -- protesting peacefully.
"You talk about the 1 percent as if they are the only group affected by your actions."
We have come to appreciate the Occupiers for their fundamental misunderstanding of economics. We’ve also come to look forward to the latest arrest statistics or video of delusional protesters weeping for their Lost Tent City.
If they were serious, the OWS Protestors would stop comparing themselves to Civil Rights activists of the past and learn from them instead.
As I watch the various college-aged Occupiers in their True Religion jeans talk about how bad they’ve got it while they tweet on their Macs during a catered lunch consisting of salmon filets with dill sauce as a Rasta Columbia grad student strums gently on his Washburn 118SW, I keep thinking, “You charmed babies don’t have it that bad.”
"You've been here 8 weeks and you already have a ghetto?" Thank you, Daily Show.
This past week I was in Texas with my family honoring our wounded troops with our 3rd annual Texas Purple Heart Hunt. For the last three years the Giles Tribe has gathered (along with several others) at one of Roy Burnes’ ranches to celebrate America and those who keep her safe by hunting deer and drinking beer while listening to great music as we roast the flesh with the best of the best. It was truly a great time deep in the heart of Texas.
Some do... some really, really don't.