I’ll Take My OWS Un-Americanism with Fat-Free Milk and No Sugar

Wall St

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.
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