In The Spirit Of The Holidays

Pepper Spray Can Cop vs. Mt. Rushmore

Image by electricspacegirl via Flickr

Thanksgiving came. Thanksgiving went. #Occupiers tried to celebrate in the cold with food donated by various sympathetic merchants, charities, and individuals, as police crashed the parties with batons and pepper spray. Another, more traditional form of #occupy occurred across the nation as shoppers, as usual, camped out over night in the November cold, to be first in line as stores opened their doors for ‘Black Friday‘. Forget ‘shop local’! We want a bargain! This wonderful holiday spirit prevailed as one Wal-Mart shopper sprayed her fellow revelers, in holiday shopping tradition, with pepper spray, injuring adults and children alike. Not at all unlike other #occupy events, senseless violence was enacted for no apparent reason, just because it could be done.

Something has to be said for a society which disallows the freedom of expression of the masses by assaulting them with force, by well trained operatives of oppression, utilizing pepper spray to silence them and dissuade them from pursuing their constitutionally provided rights. This compares quite well with a crazed shopper eliminating her competition by pepper spraying them. Where have our values gone? Have we devolved into a society which mechanically does the bidding of the privileged? Not only do we not allow dissension from the prescribed order of obedience, we hysterically follow the command to ‘shop ’til we drop’.

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About Stefan Jacke

MagicRobert presented me with a vellum document, composed in an insane script. We were in a well secured vault in the Michener Library. His face exploded into a broad smile, as he saw me recognize the words, "That government governs best which governs least." It was a copy of "On Civil Disobedience" in the author's own hand. The experience called to mind a conversation Henry David Thoreau had with Ralph Waldo Emerson, as Thoreau sat in a jail cell, incarcerated for protesting the Mexican War. Emerson asked, "David, what are you doing in there?" Thoreau responded, "The point is, Ralph, what are you doing out there?" Once, long ago, I jumped off of big red trucks, lifted weights, and cleaned toilets for a living. Then I wrestled drunks, ran around in circles, and got splattered with blood and all manner of body fluids for a living. Now I enjoy the stillness of early morning in my rocking chair on the porch, with a hot cup of coffee, trying in vain to forget the past. Thank you, Robert!
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