The Lost Art of Activism


I love protesters in the sense that they portray a baffling yet highly entertaining demonstration of a social brain-fart.

Don’t read me wrong, protesting is important.  I myself am an activist for a worthwhile cause meant to change the landscape of our community for the better and usher in a modern utopia.  Yes, I am pro urban chicken.

But despite my strong views about having freedom of access to my own home-grown egg supply, I must say I have little desire to flip some cars over and taunt riot police all in the name of poultry.

Such is now the case in France, where a potential fuel-crisis is on the horizon due to the country’s plan to raise the pension age from 60 to 62, and the gears of society grinding to a halt in protest.  Uh, wait…this is over a crummy 2 years of work?? Yeesh, the thing I hate most about the french is that I’m half one.

Unions are doing their part to shove a wrench in the social work of the country, but it’s not them I have a grievance with.  At least not for the purpose of this article anyway.  No, rather it is the “student” protesters.

Student protesters are the hyenas of any cause. Cowards in small numbers, they become bold when their numbers grow.  Cheap imported tequila doesn’t help either.  Blockading schools, burning cars, clashing with riot police.  They are indeed the Jersey Shore douche-bags of political activism.

Activism is good.  Activism keeps our shrouded overlords from sleeping too well at night lest they be taken to the guillotine for telling the civilian population to “just eat cake” one too many times.  Activism is the agent of change because politicians on their own only enact change that works for them or their friends.

But when the waters of activism are tainted with the cyanine of thuggery, vandalism and idealistic youths who have a collective intelligence that is only a fraction of their sum ( like a boardroom of CEO’s for example ), then well…you just get protesting for protesting’s sake.

Just be sure to save some for the soccer riots kids.

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John Paul Parrot ( aka. The Dysfunctional Parrot ) is a disgruntled Systems Analyst who wanders the Canadian wastelands saving small villages with the power of Kung Fu.  His chair is also a little too close to the twenty year old microwave.  As you can well imagine, this has had certain side effects.

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