I am sitting on a park bench in Manhattan. Crumbs of bread fall out of my hand and on to the dirty streets below.
They say only four families control over 90% of the worlds banks.
As soon as the crumbs hit the ground and even before then, pigeons flutter, fly, fall and fight for the remnants of my ham sandwich.
I watch as fat business men return to work from their lunch breaks, cops writing parking tickets on the streets in the heat of the sun and pan-handlers begging for money.
With my new found power I then begin to cast my potato chip crumbs into the sea of feathers.
The big pigeons puff up, peck, and intimidate the other smaller pigeons from receiving their fair share.
I'm thinking about John Stewart yelling at a popular stock analyst as if he had something to do with the crash. His head bobs up and down in anger almost as if he's dancing.
I then notice some brave pigeons hopping up on the bench to the left of me. They're heads bobbing up and down for my attention as they start to turn around in their place almost as if they're dancing. I toss crumbs at them and they begin to fight over it.
I watch a young man with gaudy gold jewelry in the shape of a marijuana leaf and brand new expensive shoes strut up the street with attitude; borrowed confidence, I suppose, from either credit cards or somebody else's drug habit.
As I watch this young man I think of all the beautiful monuments and buildings built in Washington D.C. and how each one is a work of art, strutting the borrowed confidence of an 11 trillion dollar deficit.
I again watch the fat pigeons strutting around and intimidating the others with their borrowed bread crumbs from my lunch resting in their stomachs.
They say only four families control over 90% of the worlds banks... And the U.S. keeps borrowing from them.
As I finish throwing away the cellophane remnants of my lunch and prepare to head back to my office building to bob and weave for my daily bread crumbs; I notice a lone pigeon on a grassy knoll under the shade of a tree pulling up a worm, for his lunch, from the ground.
No dancing needed,
just lunch.
Somehow I envied that...
President Andrew Jackson, the only one of our presidents whose administration totally abolished the National Debt, condemned the international bankers as a "den of vipers" which he was determined to "rout out" of the fabric of American life. Jackson claimed that if only the American people understood how these vipers operated on the American scene "there would be a revolution before morning."
Witten by Aaron Gabrielsen
They say only four families control over 90% of the worlds banks.
As soon as the crumbs hit the ground and even before then, pigeons flutter, fly, fall and fight for the remnants of my ham sandwich.
I watch as fat business men return to work from their lunch breaks, cops writing parking tickets on the streets in the heat of the sun and pan-handlers begging for money.
With my new found power I then begin to cast my potato chip crumbs into the sea of feathers.
The big pigeons puff up, peck, and intimidate the other smaller pigeons from receiving their fair share.
I'm thinking about John Stewart yelling at a popular stock analyst as if he had something to do with the crash. His head bobs up and down in anger almost as if he's dancing.
I then notice some brave pigeons hopping up on the bench to the left of me. They're heads bobbing up and down for my attention as they start to turn around in their place almost as if they're dancing. I toss crumbs at them and they begin to fight over it.
I watch a young man with gaudy gold jewelry in the shape of a marijuana leaf and brand new expensive shoes strut up the street with attitude; borrowed confidence, I suppose, from either credit cards or somebody else's drug habit.
As I watch this young man I think of all the beautiful monuments and buildings built in Washington D.C. and how each one is a work of art, strutting the borrowed confidence of an 11 trillion dollar deficit.
I again watch the fat pigeons strutting around and intimidating the others with their borrowed bread crumbs from my lunch resting in their stomachs.
They say only four families control over 90% of the worlds banks... And the U.S. keeps borrowing from them.
As I finish throwing away the cellophane remnants of my lunch and prepare to head back to my office building to bob and weave for my daily bread crumbs; I notice a lone pigeon on a grassy knoll under the shade of a tree pulling up a worm, for his lunch, from the ground.
No dancing needed,
just lunch.
Somehow I envied that...
President Andrew Jackson, the only one of our presidents whose administration totally abolished the National Debt, condemned the international bankers as a "den of vipers" which he was determined to "rout out" of the fabric of American life. Jackson claimed that if only the American people understood how these vipers operated on the American scene "there would be a revolution before morning."
Witten by Aaron Gabrielsen
