While preparing my morning coffee and instant oatmeal, I overheard a conversation between three twenty-something colleagues of mine. They were discussing Occupy Wall Street outside a conference room that just happened to be named Wall Street. The takeaways from this three-way chat were as follows:
- I’m not right-wing but I can’t get behind people who hate my country;
- They don’t even know what the hell they’re bitching about;
- They’re jealous that we have jobs and they don’t.
