Day after day, The Waltz of the Robber Baron continues. Subsidies are sacred while hellish fires burn, oil gushes into oceans, and great fracking earthquakes crack the walls. Noses are pressed against windows watching an enourmous man stuff his face and then hurl his bulk on one side of the scales of equality. Human capital is a casino chip, but humans aren't in the game - only their carefully constructed legal equivalents are.
For 9 years I've followed events on this site without posting a diary, always wanting to contribute, but never offering more to this incredible community than the occasional "me too" comment on someone else's marvelously written diary.
At last, like many on this site, the Occupy movement re-energized me and re-focused the discussion back on the crucial issue of economic disparity. Though I can't say that I've camped in the rain, or endured pepper spray and beatings, I can do what I do: Write songs, record them and perform them. When my equally re-energized musical partner suggested that we had some very fitting songs to offer this movement if only there were some place to offer it - I said, "Oh, I know just the place..."
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