Today we salute you, Mr. Occupy Wall Street Sign Writer.
Mr. Occupy Wall Street Sign Writer…
You don’t see cardboard, you see a message that Middle America can’t relate to waiting to be written.
Guy Fawkes masks? Obama “Hope” poster parodies? Helvetica? You’ve got them all.
V for Vendetta…
You know that protesting complex derivatives requires complex signage,
And you’re able to convey that message by explaining the inherent inequities of capitalism,
As perfectly expressed in a long, unpunctuated rhetorical question.
Hold still while I read your sign…
Without you, America would have no idea what you were protesting,
But now we know it’s something about rich people.
We’re 99% sure…
With you in their tent cities, protesters are equipped to battle the elements, and The Man.
Except for the tear gas…
No one can turn trash into truth as well as you can, sir. And no one's truth is as frequently used as toilet paper, either.
Camping in the city...
So here’s to you, Mr. Occupy Wall Street Sign Writer.
Good luck with that.
Mr. Occupy Wall Street Sign Writer…
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