Post by forbesmb on Feb 9, 2012 20:20:21 GMT -5
My local Occupy group has had... well, we'll call it some similar infighting, sniping, and a definite speed bump or several.
In light of the recent events here, I thought I'd share my thoughts with them... with everyone here... with too many withs.
Maybe it will help, maybe it won't. It's worth a shot.
As follows:
The last twenty-four hours... wow.
Morale across the board has been watered down like Prohibition hooch without all the fun of a speak easy.
You know what? Who cares?
No. Seriously. This shit happens.
You know why?
Because we're family, of a sorts. And family has good holiday dinners and some where the turkey burns, the mashed potatoes clump like some sort of kindergarten paste (you know, the kind they tell you *not* to eat), and everyone wants to bring up all of *those* stories, like the time you shoved the cat in the microwave or tried to drown your sister in the bathtub.
Welcome to being part of the family kiddos, cat-lady aunts, crazy uncles... all of you cousins, brothers, sisters, et al.
We can't let it push us over the brink to the point where the family can only see us during specified visiting hours, those times when they release the restraints, tone down the thorazine, and let us have a bit of huggy time.
No. We need to accept these growing pains, split a bottle of the good stuff, have our little fisticuffs and get it out of our system. And maybe spank a few people, send them to bed without supper or shove them in the corner for a hefty time-out.
Because we're family, damn it.
We need to reach down deep and remember that blood (and activism) is thicker than water... and we're not the types to stay soaking wet. We need to swallow our respective prides and mumble that particular type of apology that your mother smacks in the back of the head after saying... then tells you to "mean it, you little bastards." And you do... you say it again and *really* mean it.
Then we can have some drugless huggy time (and maybe some extra fisticuffs, just for fun).
In light of the recent events here, I thought I'd share my thoughts with them... with everyone here... with too many withs.
Maybe it will help, maybe it won't. It's worth a shot.
As follows:
The last twenty-four hours... wow.
Morale across the board has been watered down like Prohibition hooch without all the fun of a speak easy.
You know what? Who cares?
No. Seriously. This shit happens.
You know why?
Because we're family, of a sorts. And family has good holiday dinners and some where the turkey burns, the mashed potatoes clump like some sort of kindergarten paste (you know, the kind they tell you *not* to eat), and everyone wants to bring up all of *those* stories, like the time you shoved the cat in the microwave or tried to drown your sister in the bathtub.
Welcome to being part of the family kiddos, cat-lady aunts, crazy uncles... all of you cousins, brothers, sisters, et al.
We can't let it push us over the brink to the point where the family can only see us during specified visiting hours, those times when they release the restraints, tone down the thorazine, and let us have a bit of huggy time.
No. We need to accept these growing pains, split a bottle of the good stuff, have our little fisticuffs and get it out of our system. And maybe spank a few people, send them to bed without supper or shove them in the corner for a hefty time-out.
Because we're family, damn it.
We need to reach down deep and remember that blood (and activism) is thicker than water... and we're not the types to stay soaking wet. We need to swallow our respective prides and mumble that particular type of apology that your mother smacks in the back of the head after saying... then tells you to "mean it, you little bastards." And you do... you say it again and *really* mean it.
Then we can have some drugless huggy time (and maybe some extra fisticuffs, just for fun).