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There’s something happening here; What it is ain’t exatly clear; There’s a man with a gun over there; Telling me I got to beware

Although those lyrics were written in 1966, they almost perfectly describe the first two weeks of Occupy Wall Street.

I’m 48 years old. I was 4 years old, growing up in a small Canadian town, during the Summer of Love. Technically speaking, I’m a Gen X, not a Boomer.

But man, I love the Sixties. I love the psychedelic music. I love the passion of the children of that day. I love Angela Davis’ fro. I love The Graduate.

And most of all, I love the anti-corporate meme running through those children.

Of course, those “anti-corporate” children grew up to become the very same asshole middle-aged Boomers who put Mr. Bush into office not once but twice. A paradigm example of a classic “turncoat” Sixties progressive who, years later, became a political reactionary is Michael Weiner, a.k.a Michael Savage.

On the surface, there is so much in common with the children of Zuccotti Park, and the flower-children of the Sixties. Check out this meditation flash mob from a couple of days ago:

Straight out of 1969.

But while style and message are similar between these children and those of the Sixties, there is a crucial difference. History says that the anti-corporatism of the Sixties was just a passing phase among the children of the day. It was a style to wear, not so much a cross to bear.

The children of Zuccotti Park are altogether different. Their anti-corporatism is no luxury. They are in that place not just on an adventure, but for first level Maslow hierarchy reasons of survival. They are in Zuccotti Park because there is nowhere else left for them to turn:

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I started this blog in 2003. Short story is that I read two books (one of which was the Fourth Turning), and an idea popped into my head that America was going to collapse, and that the collapse would take the form of a civil war characterized as People vs. Corporations.

From that realization, I made a few “out there” predictions. Some actually came true. I even won a bet over one of them.

But over the past 8 years, I’ve been waiting and wondering. When would this war start? How would it start? Who would start it?

I knew it would be the children. In the essay to which I linked above I wrote:

The last kicker in the theory is youth. After twenty years or so, there’s a whole new crop of kids out there. And in America, it seems to be the youth who serve the function of kicking the lazy, sleeping cow awake. So as we look out to the youth of America today, we ask: Which of that sorry bunch is going to kick us all awake? And awake to what?

(Hey, before you go laughing at the Americans, just look at the rest of the world. At least we Americans go through profound changes every twenty years or so. The rest of the world stays stuck in ruts measured in centuries, not decades. Change and growth is the beauty and genius of America. America is the Grand Human Experiment.) [Note: I wrote the last paragraph in 2003. Long before the Arab Spring. “Ruts measured in centuries” are ending all over the world. Topic for another post.]

Not only did I know it would be the youth, but I guessed that they would “wage war” in a way never before seen in America:

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I’m going to be blogging a bunch about the Occupy Wall Street movement, and its many growing offshoots in other cities. I’ll call it “Occupy Us” until a better name comes along.

I have many, many thoughts about this movement. But before I get to my thoughts, I thought I would start with explaining my feelings. To do that, watch the following video taken at 4a.m. the other night in Lower Manhattan:

First time I watched this, tears came to my eyes. Now, I’m not the most empathetic person, in touch with my emotions and all. But love and beauty, expressed clearly, can bring me to tears. That’s what I saw in this video.

I found the youth in the above video beautiful. All of them.

The poignancy of the words “hope” and “change” coming from these children moved me when those were touchstone words of the Obama campaign of 2008. These were the children that had put that man into office.

These are now the destitute and desperate, and pure of heart children who can no longer afford to wait for the tardy Mr. Obama. They have taken matters into their own hands.

And they’ve done so with love and beauty.

I was hiking with my business colleague this morning and we were saying that if a business meeting took us to New York, we’d pack our sleeping bags, fly “TransLove Airways”, and camp out with those kids, if just for a night.

I’ve been waiting since 2003 for signs of the spark that would end this interminable Fall, and bring us to our long awaited Winter. Yet the longer the Fall dragged on, the worse the Winter would be, I thought.

But these children in New York, these beautiful loving children are the harbingers of the Winter that has just now begun. And no matter how dark and cold this Winter gets, the faces of these kids remind me that Spring will once again come to our great land.

Maybe 20 years from now. Maybe when my little girl is the age of these kids. But come, it will. And it will be sweet.


for the money has gone too far

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