Didn’t go to NATO.
Even though I live in Chicago, and it felt like I was shirking my responsibility, I didn’t go to NATO. It was touching how many people left a message, to see if I was okay. It’s expected of me. I understand the deal. I put myself out there, as a semi-professional protestor, which is another way of admitting I’m bored, white and terminally privileged.
Didn’t know what it was about. Didn’t care to investigate. Don’t know why. Usually, I’m on board with creating an opportunity for bullies in badges to earn overtime pay by basing in the noses of our children with taxpayer-funded batons.
Hey, call me what I am: “A Job Creator.”
Maybe I’m growing up. Maybe I’m growing out of it. Or maybe, I’m too tired from getting up at 5AM to make the bagels. In a word: Oy!
As I watched, from a distance, it struck me what an effective photomontage the newspapers created for Chicago’s vigilante mayor, Rahmbo. He showed leaders around the world how easy it’s become to corral unbridled enthusiasm for justice. To draw “First Blood,” you simply treat criminals like dignitaries, police like heroes and protestors like they have it coming.
To my fallen comrades, I say, “We’re better than this. We’re more imaginative than this. Above all else, we’re Anonymous.”
Let the police stand there, with no chance for overtime. Let the dignitaries wave, at themselves. Let the newspapers create a photomontage of a great big nothing. Then, let the next mayor in the next host city explain his enormous security bill to the taxpayers. Expose the vigilante mayor for what he really is, a fucking wimp.
“Didn’t go to NATO.” That’s my t-shirt. And like justice, it’s for sale.