The Whole World Is Watching?

I have not been able to comment on much in national politics. I had excellent handlers.
They’re gone, like Bedouins, onto next year’s battle with whatever Republican nominee offends them. For some reason, we were at the Democrat to-do on the Cooper River back in October. (We will discuss this in detail in another piece).
I kinda enjoyed the double-takes. I enjoyed being sashayed around by Vic Rawl who surrounded me like a cloak of invulnerability as I spoke to the two undecided voters left in the city o’. I reveled in enraging Jack Hamilton by my very presence. I watched the shadows grow long across and was about to leave when a pretty young blonde woman representing OWS-Charleston handed me a leaflet.
She had me. She was in business. She was beautiful and she knew it. She knew who I was and handed me a leaflet with a hidden smirk.
“I guess you’re against this movement?” she asked.
“Not right now. That could change.”
I was, after all, a politician.
It did change. A month later when Occupy Charleston shouted Michelle Bachmann down, the nastiest part of the progressive movement bared its teeth. I am not a Bachmann fan, myself, but don’t promote free speech by suppressing it. I didn’t see the Tea Party become unruly during Debbie Wasserman-Smith’s rah-rah remarks.
Now with the reports of murder, rape, child molestation, disease and just plain old excrement from sea to shining sea, I have the freedom to say what I think.
These people are what Lenin called “useful idiots.” As archaic as this may sound, International Communism and the unions are backing these misbegotten miscreants. The only stated impacts involve chaos and destruction (“Wait’ll we throw a Molotov Cocktail through a Macy’s window.”).
The reason I recognize them is I was one of them 40 years ago. By 1971, it was obvious that going to ‘Nam was an insane form of Russian roulette. I went to some protests at Carolina, but that was to meet chicks. When it came down to it, it was a one-night stand with progressivism that lasted longer than it should have. I was 4-F, anyway, so I was the moron with the i-phone
I should note to those who are calling for another Kent State — Remember how that turned out.
We had a real cause. I lost friends in Nam, not a trust fund. Because of that, I was lured into the vortex of radical socialism. I bought into the iconography. I read the literature. After it was over, I worked for Common Cause in D.C. and became aware of the obfuscation and hypocrisy progressivism represented.
Keep in mind that progressivism has never won when presented clearly and honestly to the American public. Unfortunately, the dumbing down of America coincided with a sense of entitlement not earned, self-esteem bestowed upon low mediocrity to the point that many under 35 smell like teen spirit. There is no longer a line to cross because no one knows where that line is.
This could turn ugly, quickly. This is Cloward-Piven at its absolute best. Groups are now blocking traffic in New York and Detroit.
These demonstrations are modeled after the “Arab Spring (huh, that worked out well, another article).” The goal is nothing short of bringing down the system – no mind what it might be replaced by… Meet the new boss – same as the old boss.
Listen, my heart was with the cause. I was against TARP. So were a lot of people. We proved it in November last year. It all goes back to John Lennon: “When you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao…”
Lest you think I’m stark raving mad, let’s take a quick peek at who’s supporting OWS, shall we?: The Communist Party of the USA, The Communist Party of China, The Republic of North Korea. The Revolutionary Guard of Iran, the Black Panthers, the American Nazi Party and a host of others. Here’s the whole list: http://pjmedia.com/zombie/2011/10/31/the-99-official-list-of-ows/
This is what they want: occupywallst.org
These people are now marching in anger in the streets of New York, Detroit and Oakland. They are a mob, and a mob becomes deranged. It’s true. The Revolution is being televised. No good can come of this.
Back to Occupy Charleston, way back to the halcyon days in October during the kumbaya phase, the young woman chided me for the effrontery of running against Joe (strong Kool-Aid, that). Joe understood the city’s problems, OC’s problems, indeed her problems.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that if Occupy Charleston got in the way of a photo-op, accepting an award or a tour bus, Uncle Joe will swat them faster than a Florida tourist with a Red Stripe.
This will not end well.