I mostly ignored the Occupy Wall Street phenomenon. I've seen enough ill-planned street hucksterism to last two lifetimes. Mostly deranged soapbox preachers. And I am normally loathe to speak ill of the dead, which the Occupiers are. At least to me. But as a distasteful coda I would like to remark upon the progenitor of their ilk, their pyschological godfather: the late John Brown.
Brown's final deeds were certainly not unexpected. He was right in the thick of some quite nasty stuff in Bleeding Kansas, and elsewhere. And like today's slackers disguised as revolutionaries, Brown believed the ends justified the means. It does not matter how noble your cause might be, or how noble you perceive it to be. If you Occupy a federal armory, you will be caught, tried, and hanged like a dog.
Personally, I consider Brown to be a man with a severe personality disorder, perhaps psychotic, who considered himself an avenging angel of God against the ignoble horrors of chattel slavery. And in that thought, perhaps I do him a disservice to equate him with the Occupiers. As far as I know he never raped anyone in one of his makeshift hidey-holes. Nor did he defecate upon a police interceptor, or sheriff's mule.
Nonetheless, and again, if you Occupy a federal armory, you will be caught, tried, and hanged like a dog. It's really too bad the hipsters never attempted an Occupy Fort Knox. Or Occupy Tiananmen Square. Or Red Square. Then we would surely all be singing in unison.
Here you go. A classic song, brought to you by the unrepentant Stalinist Pete Seeger. One of those moments where you realize if this guy is on my side, I need to be on the other one.
P.S. Who was it who captured Brown at Harpers Ferry? Oh, yeah. Bobby Lee. Colonel, United States Army. Dude was everywhere.
Posted by Velociman at August 9, 2012 6:25 PM