The rich hate you even more than the poor; in fact we all despise you. Especially the people that never encounter your heartless selfish grip; evading and dodging, as best they can to avoid your attempts to take their hard earned cash. In vain, they hide their fortunes from you, as for the rest of us, we carry on accepting that you’re quite simply, a necessary evil. Nevertheless no doubt you haunt these evasive individuals most nights, presenting yourself as a dark ghastly figure in their nightmares, stalking them, waiting to pounce with your legal team of vulturous men in suits, wearing plastic smiles and machine precision haircuts.
George wrote Taxman, and I played guitar on it. He wrote it in anger at finding out what the taxman did. He had never known before then what could happen to your money.
Being the taxman must make for a pretty awful existence. If you happen to disagree then I advise that you build yourself a time machine and travel back to the village of Brentwood in Essex, year 1381, and go find yourself the local taxman; a most troubled fellow by the name of Thomas Bampton. One fine morning he put on his boots, kissed his wife, and marched out on to the mean medieval streets of Essex. Collecting the monies owned to the Crown was certainly a tough job at the best of times, however on this one particular morning, much to Thomas’ complete dismay, nobody wanted to cough up, and things got a little medieval, to say the least. Much to our heroes (or villains) unawares; he was going to kick start a chain of events, that would lead to the largest revolt that England had never seen before, or since, a revolution of the people!! Well, sort of.
It is not actual suffering but the taste of better things which excites people to revolt.
We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.
Protesters have already raised $300K and pulled in support from all over the world; they’ve finally started earning some respect from Wall Street and, just when you thought they were a bunch of unkempt hippies… a free shoe shine booth pops in the middle of everything. Unknown Protester
Who doesn’t love camping out and singing songs? Never has there been such a massive camp out, as Occupy. It will more than likely be heralded as the biggest camping session in the world record books! But in all seriousness, had this Occupy Movement gotten ugly, all the major cities would have been plagued with riots; pointless violence with no real end goal other than tarnishing the revolutionaries as hooligans. Due to the leaderless model of this particular protest, things started quickly and got disorganised.
Although I actually agree with all of the occupiers points, what would have happened if they were successful, and how would have they managed this success? Was there a model in place, waiting in the wings to replace capitalism, was that even the ultimate goal? I can’t help but feel that the protesters didn’t really have a goal, they simply wanted to get all angry at a system that works extremely well for a large percentage of people, most of the protesters were able to protest as they had come from privileged backgrounds, while the rest of us had to gruel out our 9 to 5, and don’t actually have the time to protest, mostly due to being too busy spending all our dirty money on consumer goods we don’t need, but my god do they make us happy! This is very selfless of these apparent protesters, to speak on our behalf, but in all honesty, the whole affair can be summed up by a very simple phrase a master Jedi once uttered to his young apprentice, a long time ago in a Galaxy, far far away..
It’s not the fool whose the fool. It’s the fool that follows him.