Comrades! To the Barricades! The Glorious World of Next Tuesday is in danger!

From New York Magazine:

All occupiers are equal — but some occupiers are more equal than others. In wind-whipped Zuccotti Park, new divisions and hierarchies are threatening to upend Occupy Wall Street and its leaderless collective.

No, No, NO! Napoleon, say it ain't so!

It began, as it so often does, with a drum circle. The ten-hour groove marathons weren't sitting well with the neighborhood's community board, the ironically situated High School of Economics and Finance that sits on the corner of Zuccotti Park, or many of the sleep-deprived protesters.

“[The high school] couldn't teach,” explained Josh Nelson, a 27-year-old occupier from Nebraska. “And we've had issues with the drummers too. They drum incessantly all day, and really loud.”

But the drums were fun. They brought in publicity and money. Many non-facilitators were infuriated by the decision and claimed that it had been forced through the General Assembly.

“They're imposing a structure on the natural flow of music," said Seth Harper, an 18-year-old from Georgia. “The GA decided to do it ... they suppressed people's opinions. I wanted to do introduce a different proposal, but a big black organizer chick with an Afro said I couldn't.”

Party officials are still trying to determine if Harper is a racist or if the "big black chick" is a fascist.

All belongings and money in the park are supposed to be held in common, but property rights reared their capitalistic head when facilitators went to clean up the park, which was looking more like a shantytown than usual after several days of wind and rain. The local community board was due to send in an inspector, so the facilitators and cleaners started moving tarps, bags, and personal belongings into a big pile in order to clean the park.

But some refused to budge. A bearded man began to gather up a tarp and an occupier emerged from beneath, screaming: “You're going to break my fucking tent, get that shit off!” Near the front of the park, two men in hoodies staged a meta-sit-in, fearful that their belongings would be lost or appropriated.

But...but...all goods are to be held in common...

Other organizers were more blunt. “If you don't want to be part of this group, then you can just leave,” yelled a facilitator in a button-down shirt, “Every week we clean our house.” Seth Harper, the pro-drummer proletarian, chimed in on the side of the sitters. “We disagree on how we should clean it. A lot of us disagree with the pile.” Zetah, tall and imposing with a fiery red beard, closed debate with a sigh. “We're all big boys and girls. Let's do this.” As he told me afterwards, “A lot of people are like spoiled children." The cure? A cold snap. “Personally, I cannot wait for winter. It will clear out these people who aren't here for the right reasons. Bring on the snow. The real revolutionaries will stay in -50 degrees.”

Ah...such warm memories of the original Red October...

“The sunshine protestors will leave,” said “Zonkers,” a 20-year-old cleaner and longtime occupier from Tennessee. (He asked that his name not be used due to a felony marijuana conviction.) “The people who remain are the people who care. You get a lot of crust punks, silly kids, people who want to panhandle ... It disgusts me. These people are here for a block party.”

That's right! All of these other bastards aren't part of the 99%! Once they leave, then we will be the real 99% of what's left!

Another argument broke out next to the pile of appropriated belongings, growing taller by the minute. A man named Sage Roberts desperately rifled through the pile, looking for a sleeping bag. “They've taken my stuff,” he muttered. Lauren Digion, the sanitation group leader, broke in: “This isn't your stuff. You got all this stuff from comfort [the working group]. It belongs to comfort.”

And as I spoke to Michael Glaser, a 26-year-old Chicagoan helping lead winter preparation efforts, a physical fight broke out between a cleaner and a camper just feet from us.

“When cleanups happen, people get mad,” Glaser said. “This is its own city. Within every city there are people who freeload, who make people's lives miserable. We just deal with it. We can't kick them out.”

Wait a minute there, comrade. Are you suggesting that some of the people at Occupy Wall Street are demanding that somebody else give them stuff? Like stuff they didn't earn? That freeloaders make life miserable for everyone else? You are skating very close to a denouncement for deviating into a capitalistic concept...

In response to dissatisfaction with the consensus General Assembly, many facilitators have adopted a new “spokescouncil” model, which allows each working group to act independently without securing the will of the collective. “This streamlines it,” argued Zonkers. “The GA is unwieldy, cumbersome, and redundant."

Yes, Zonkers. The important thing about creating the dictatorship of the proletariate is deciding which proletarian is going to be dictator. Good Prole. You can have a Scooby Snack.

I was a teenager in the 60's. I didn't much care for the lazy-assed dope-smoking whore-hound hippie freaks- even though they were my "peers".

Now I am a sixty year old, old fart. I worked my ass off my entire life at really nasty occupations and got cheated by government out of every damned dime I ever made.

Now we have the Third generation of childish super brats in charge of things and Obama is the most clueless super brat of all time.

I am gathering that my New responsibility now is I have the Duty to Die. And if I complain about it, there's a gob of Alinsky assholes out there to yell me down and try to do a character assassination on me.

Which all taken together is different in what way from having lived in a Communist country all along?

I have an inquiring mind. I really want to know.

Komrade Vlad, I hope you have been indulging in some experimental LSD here when you wrote that diatribe, because if AmeriKKKa were the glorious world of ИЭXT TUЭSDAY™, like our beloved USSR was, you would literally be in the Gulag whining on your knees before a firing squad.

I invite you to buy yourself a plane ticket and visit our tropical paradise in Cuba, and see first hand what Utopia really is.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that we are too far off Utopia, but we are far enough to say that we are practically in 1979, when a Rethuglikan clown actor came out of the blue and destroyed the plans and expectations of our sacred Soviэt Яodiиa.

Jíbaro wrote:Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that we are too far off Utopia, but we are far enough to say that we are practically in 1979, when a Rethuglikan clown actor came out of the blue and destroyed the plans and expectations of our sacred Soviэt Яodiиa.

Well, *sniff*, at least I got to THINK I was working for myself and building a good future.

In an actual, real Marxist Utopia, no such vain self-deceptions exist, I suppose.

Socialism promises the prole the Earth. It distributes that earth in 6x3x6-foot plots. And charges the prole for the bullet.

Ivan Betinov wrote:Socialism promises the prole the Earth. It distributes that earth in 6x3x6-foot plots. And charges the prole for the bullet.

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Yes, I used to say "At least they haven't killed me yet".

But then there was the event in 2005-

https://familyrights.us/vpap/

-which I have a little difficulty believing was merely an "accidental" Iatrogenic event.

After being hospitalized again in 2006 and 2007, I recall the total hospital bills were somewhere around $400,000.

My Medicare share was unpayable, so they took me to court (where I appeared telephonically from my hospital bed) and got a judgment against my home, which was placed with the county tax department as a lien upon my home upon my final demise.

The judge said I "failed" to complain to the courts about my Iatrogenic Death "in a timely fashion". I pointed out to that judge that you aren't thinking about legal issues and Statutes of Limitations when you are extremely ill and focused on staying alive.

She didn't care.

To hell with my wife and children.

Some people say I have a bad attitude.

Comrade Ivan Betinov,

Are those plots the basis of landscaping and zoning regulations promoted by the New Urbanism movement, endorsed by numerous academics and right-thinking politician at all levels? The volume indicated is a bit cramped for my spartan existence, but it smells like progress all the same.

Those lies coming out of Austrlia about new urbanist policies actually resulting in higher resource and conspicuous consumption as well as real estate prices that punish the 99% are just that: lies!

Good job, Betinov!

I took the liberty of illustrating your story with vintage Animal Farm for Change pictures from the 2008 campaign. But it might as well be 1984, or 1948, or 1917 - they never learn, do they?

I'm sure most of the Occupussies who heard of Orwell from their college professors passionately believe that the author is fully on their side.

Whatever happened to that Animal Farm the musical Elton John was going to write?

And remember the progressive artist Shepard Fairey who did the famed Obama Hope poster?

He once did a book cover for Animal Farm. Now he's designing posters for Occupy Wall Street events. Is he that clueless or does he work both sides? The Party should watch that comrade carefully.

As always, I bow before the superior equality of Red Square and his illustrative skillfullness. Thank You.

Red Square often does his best work soon after he is released on his own recognizance.