The Enemy has fallen into our hands.

Misha, I really hate to put this story above the kid saluting the Canadians [by the way, is there any context as to where this occurred?]. PLEASE bump the Canadian post above this, because I don’t know how to do it.

[Done. -Venomous]

But this has to get out.

We are engaged in a war of memes with the Enemy. As I have mentioned before, they are trying to establish the memes that the #Occupy movement is more than the collection of inflamed ambulatory hemorrhoids that they are, that they represent the average American, and that they are grassroots as opposed to the “evil capitalist exploiters of the working class”. Thus, their status as being above the law is justified and acceptable.

Our breaking their attempts to shape the battlefield by using ridicule that they cannot refute is the easiest and best way to defeat them and bring that same ridicule onto the regime.

They f**ked up, big time. They got caught.

The NEW YORK POST has not been a fan of the #Occupy movement, being about the only major paper that has not been fawning all over them. They have done something that is totally outside the state-controlled media, Journo-List 2.0 operating manual. It is called, Investigative Reporting.

They caught some of the mysterious collective leadership of the #Occupy Wall Street [Zuccotti Park] branch of the #Occupy movement living, not in tents with the rest of the Outer Party and Proles I mentioned a couple of days ago; but rather in a $700 a night luxury hotel. Said hotel has as one of its advertising slogans, “Unleash your inner Gordon Gekko”. One is a member of the secretive Finance Committee that controls the 1/2 million dollar fund that they will not account for. Another is a representative of Deloitte Touche Tohmatsu Limited; one of the Big 4 corporate accountancy firms. “Arise, ye prisoners of starvation” my ass.

Link to the story in full form so the source is apparent.

You know that the Enemy is going to try to suppress this as hard as they can. It is up to us to spread the word as far and wide as we can; and make them the object, not only of scorn, but also of ridicule. A political movement can survive and thrive on being hated, because it means that it is being taken seriously. No movement can survive being laughed at.

Take this, run with it. Spread the word. Break their memes and shape the battlefield against them. The goals are to simultaneously reveal them to the public for what they are; and make the Proles feel ashamed and betrayed for having followed these leaders. Break their will. In the long run, laughter is far more effective than pepper gas.

LC Subotai Bahadur, Lord Pao An

14 comments

  1. 1
    FrankOK growls and barks:

    How about laughter AND pepper gas?
    :em01:

  2. 2
    Sir George growls and barks:

    That’ll hurt the rank and file. “Did you know your leadership is lounging in a $700 a night hotel while you’re out here in a tent? Don’t you feel like a tool?” They will go home in disgust or attempt a coup, while the leadership will be out trying to suppress the rumors, probably blaming them on evil Jewish sabatoeurs and revanchist counter-revolutionaries and Intelpro agents hired by the banks.

    Lately I’ve been amused by all the socialists desperately providing cover for their protesters, yet how in the face of such bad images they feel compeled to offer suggestions to the movement. They offer up their wise counsel and pray that the movement will listen and heed, hoping the circle jerk of a tantrum grows into a real force for social[ist] change. That the movement will become less confrontational, and perhaps bathe.

    To them I say:

    and if only monkeys would get organized and build a banana farm! Why don’t monkey’s build banana farms?!

    It’s nice to dream about a world where chimps were smart and could accomplish anything, given proper leadership, but sorry, they’re chimps, OWS is chumps, and neither will accomplish anything more than screeching, flinging poo, raiding food, causing local chaos, and picking lice out of each other’s hair. The most we can hope is that some budding Jane Goodall will study their behavior and explain up-twinkles to the rest of us.

    Their recent march to shut down Wall Street drew only a thousand protesters – in Manhattan, where a washed up 80’s hair band like Motley Crue or Whitesnake would attract tens of thousands and the more modern Dave Mathews Band drew 130,000. Judging from the amount of ink being spilled over these protests, you’d think it was the reincarnation of Woodstock, perhaps breaking the concert records set by Queen, Simon and Garfunkel, the Rolling Stones, and Genesis – combined. But the turnout is no more than you’d get for a 2011 Night Ranger or Aldo Nova basement dance club gig in Akron. I’d compare them to what Twisted Sister might draw in Toledo, but they wouldn’t get close. In one of the world’s largest cities, at the very core of their movement, their ranks could fit in a single disco club and leave room to boogie (in a socially conscious way!). For a youth movement, they are both unpopular, small, and irrelevant, quite a pathetic little band of rebels, as rebellions go.

    The liberal press prayed for an army of Jedi to take on Wall Street, appearing everywhere at once to right injustice and slay the evil bankers of the Trade Federation, and most importantly saving the world. What they got was a disorganized clump of Gungans milling around Manhattan stealing fruit and shitting in the park.

    Undeterred, and used to living in a dream world, talking heads and liberal pundits keep pining away, pretending the movement is something its not. When they look at the movement’s latest antics, they avert their eyes and try to ignore the reality, and instead talk about what they wish it was, what they pretend it is. They wish it had different (wise) leadership. They wish it had different (sober) members. They wish it had different (effective) tactics. They wish it had different (coherent) goals. They wish it had a different (non criminal) narrative. They wish it had different (actual) popularity. In short, they wish it was a completely different movement, one with virtually nothing in common with the movement that they’ve got.

    As members of the press, they need to start reporting on reality instead of the socialist fantasy novel they’ve written in their heads. As members of the public, they need to stop indulging the juvenile fantasies of self-indulgent protesters who won’t be content until they get every item on every Christmas list they’ve ever made, or until they score some chronic off a pizza guy.

    So send a Jane Goodall to follow their tribes through the winter, updating us if they kill a pig and devolve into mass suicide or human cannibalism, or if their economic system based on barter and begging switches to a currency based on used condoms and Adderall. They are amusing, after all. That would free the rest of us to pay attention to events in the real world, instead of focusing on the bubble of abject ignorance and anger that defines life in the drum beating, bomb throwing, Nazi endorsed rape camps.

  3. 3
    Aus_Autarch growls and barks:

    Orwell is no longer spinning in his grave, he has tunnelled to the surface, and is jumping up and down on his grave and performing a two part mime one involving an aphorism about the equality of animals, and the other a rather simpler one involve the vigourous gesturing with a single central digit.

  4. 4
    Madam President growls and barks:

    Sir George, Aus_Autarch! DYING! :em05:

  5. 5

    I can add to the ridicule ..

    Theyre using FAKE VETS claiming to have suffered injuries in Iraq to support their movement.

    Can anyone check out a Dean Procter to see if this guy actually served?

    Heres his tweet link … he said to someone else he was in Iraq and lost both legs but when I confronted him on it, because his profile says hes into square dancing he admitted this:

    Link

  6. 6
    LC HJ Caveman82952 growls and barks:

    But this has to get out.

    Done, Subotai…sent on with an exhortation to be shared.

  7. 7
    Emperor Misha I growls and barks:

    I second that, Madam President, my sides are splitting here!

    And welcome back, Sir George, you’ve been SORELY missed around here! :em01:

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  9. 9
    irish19 growls and barks:

    Consider it done!

  10. 10
    LC Proud Infidel growls and barks:

    HEHEHEHEH,….. It gets better every day. These lunatic fleabags are being seen as what they truly are, no wonder they stay in the big cities, they wouldn’t last a minute in my neck of the woods, or in any small town, they’d get their unwashed asses kicked all the way to the moon!

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    readerjp growls and barks:

    “An official invitation issued by CAIR’s New York chapter tells members to show “solidarity” with ‘the 99%” by attending Friday prayers in Zuccotti Park at 1:00pm. CAIR’s stated goal in hosting the prayer service at OWS is to “expand the role of New York Muslims in the Occupy movement.’”

    Wow, so a group with ties to radicalized Islam is uniting with Occupy Wall Street. Shocker.

    http://www.glennbeck.com/2011/10/21/its-not-a-theory-anymore-islamists-socialists-marxists-to-unite-on-wall-street/

  12. 12
    LC Xystus growls and barks:

    Another is a representative of Deloitte Touche Tohmatsu Limited

    Formerly known as just Toilet & Douche.

  13. 13
    LC Mike in Chi growls and barks:

    Some ridicule and diminishing humor, then.
    (With apologies to Johnny Cash)
    OWS Blues
    I hear refrains a coming,
    Getting louder as I pass.
    All traffics stopped and stagnant,
    And someone’s smoking grass.
    I’m stuck outside of my job,
    And can’t get to work…
    But that A-hole keeps on yellin’,
    O’ man!…What a jerk!

    When he was just a baby,
    His Mama told him, “Son,
    Always go to rallys,
    Demanding freebies just for fun,”
    So he dropped a turd in public,
    Just to stay close by…
    When he bangs on his bucket,
    I hang my head and sigh.

    I bet there’s rich folks eatin’,
    In a fancy dining car,
    They’re probably drinkin’ coffee,
    And smokin’ big cigars,
    They too can have it comin’,
    I tell them its not free,
    You have to work for somethin”,
    Now they won’t let me be.

    Well, if they freed me from their blockage,
    And let me go to work,
    I wouldn’t have to listen,
    To this whiny little jerk
    Far from his opinion,
    That’s where I want to stay…
    And I’d let that stinky hippie,
    Blow his mind away.

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