Another Round of Good Times for Occupy Wall Street

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Another Round of Good Times for Occupy Wall Street
By: Todd M. Schoenberger, @TMSchoenberger

Those were some crazy days, weren’t they? Smoking pot, eating without utensils, passing syphilis, and yelling about all the world’s ills while nobody was listening except for the dope sitting next to you with five teeth in his mouth. Oh, the memories.

Well, guess what! If you’re one of the few hundred irrelevant protestors known best as “Occupy Wall Street,” you may just have a sequel in your future. Today, September 17th, happens to be the one-year anniversary of the gathering of insecure misfits, and the movement may actually live on.

WooHoo! Pass the pipe and the condoms. Oh, that’s right, Occupy peeps are too cool for condoms.

If I sound bitter about this group of protestors to you, then circle gets the square. The Occupy movement, which started as a simple gathering of people protesting income inequality took a life of its own as freeloaders and directionless punks joined in to yap and yell about all the world’s problems; yet created more problems regarding safety and security for the men and women that make up “Wall Street.”

If you’re not familiar with the landscape of lower Manhattan, let me paint the picture this way: The so-called movement set up residence in an outdoor plaza named Zuccotti Park, which happens to be only blocks away from residences, offices and—most concerning here—schools. Yet, the group felt the need to disrupt the lives of others and their 60-hour workweeks by saying “life isn’t fair” and “give me a handout.” Oddly enough, nobody went out and chanted “give me a job.”

Ask anybody working in the sector how they feel about the Occupy movement and you can see and feel the anger pour over their faces. Yet, so many felt the need to be politically correct by not stirring the pot. I sensed some as feeling almost guilty; but if you ask why they feel this way, nobody could tell you.

One Wall Street executive told me his bosses warned him about wearing a suit outside of the building and carrying anything with his firm’s logo displayed. The fear was an Occupy protestor would get violent if they saw what was figured to be one of those “fat cats” strolling down the street. Yet, this fella—who goes by the initials DK—had to take a second job moonlighting as a bartender at Suspenders on Broadway to help put food on his family’s table.

Another seasoned-veteran on The Street told me how his family had to move-in with his parents because of concerns over money. Lower trading volumes and lack of individual investor interest has decimated many household balance sheets for Wall Street pros. Yet, the guy still rises at 4:30 and is regularly the last one to leave the office as he tries to right the ship and get him and his family back on solid ground.

Funny, but you don’t hear many of these stories being discussed around the Zuccotti Park campfire, do you?

I’d hope the Occupy morons have a nice, peaceful gathering today. Maybe share a box of cupcakes and talk about old times. But anything more: protests, sit-ins, violence, is strictly prohibited. The people you’re attacking are only trying to make a living, that’s all.