I’m 17 years old. And I just had the children’s menu pointed out to me at a restaurant. And then when I ordered the chick double checked and made sure I that I knew what was on my sandwich and that I liked it.
I know a lot of people say I look twelve, but I didn’t think I actually
I’m 18 and I look 12! UNITED WE STAND!
even though she forgot my birthday…all is forgotten, all is forgiven.
I LOVE YOU GIRL.
Oh COME ON, people!
This is ridiculous! This whole protest is nothing but blind anger! You would have my respect and my entire support if I heard you proposing just one plausible solution to all the things you’re complaining about. But no such luck.
What I hear instead is: the fact that an inordinate amount wealth is controlled by an incredibly small portion of the population is BAD, Corruption is BAD, The fact that financial troubles are hurting ordinary people who have better things to do with their lives is BAD.
Well fucking DUH!
What are you expecting to come of your “message?” That the rich people will suddenly stop being rich? That corrupt officials and businessmen will drop everything once they see you aren’t happy? That they’re all going to hop on Santa’s sleigh and go around fixing all the problems they made for the “99 percent” saying, “We’re so sorry, we didn’t know.”?
Your protest is nothing more than a vent for anger. And I was fine with that. I didn’t respect it, didn’t think it would accomplish anything, but nothing’s wrong with expressing displeasure at things so displeasing.
Unless it turns violent. So now I say: either get your shit together, or get your shit out of here. Because there is NO point in fighting against something when you’re not even sure what you’re fighting for.
My favorite part was Sata’s sleigh.
