Shameless pimping for The Coup’s new album Sorry To Bother You.
Shake it, yeah we agitatin’
Yeah, we bump and break it,
Yeah, we fit’n to take it
Hey now, we goin’ work it
Yeah, we jam the circuit,
Yeah, we got the verdict
Yeah, it’s fuck that circus
(If these lyrics are wrong, I hope Boots will correct me. Pretty sure he’s the first hip hop artist to use the word “dagnabbit” in a song; that happens later but I wasn’t up to transcribing the whole thing.)
So . . . election season is killing me. It can’t be over soon enough. My attempts to have a civil discussion about voting (or, more precisely, voting for Jill Stein or—gasp!—not voting at all) have resulted in people who don’t know me from Adam calling me a “lefter-than-thou asshole,” a violent, window-smashing anarchist, and a “hit-and-run [See You Next Tuesday].” People who do know me say that I am fatalistic and that I have fallen into the same “government-hating” trap as the teabaggers; they wish I would stick to talking about cats. And those are the people who are still talking to me; lord only knows how many people have unfriended me in virtual space, or for real. Facebook has recently added a “custom” list feature; I am sorely tempted to divide my FB friends into “violent, fatalistic leftist assholes like me” and “everyone else.” If I made such distinctions, more of my list would fall into the former category than the latter (as opposed to the real world).
But never mind that. Last night, mr. hotflashcarol and I went to our first Occupy Chico General Assembly. It was the most hopeful I have felt in months. After living in a neighborhood that we not-so-lovingly refer to as “Grandpa Acres,” where the noise – and the conversation – consists not of gunshots but of lawn mowers, leaf blowers and weed whackers, we were thrilled to find some kindred spirits who wanted to talk about revolution. It was a small but spirited gathering. I asked a dozen questions and got a lovely little Occupy Chico history lesson. Just like all the other occupies, Occupy Chico has not disappeared or gone into hibernation. They’re still making news. For the past year, they’ve been working on stopping foreclosures, Occupying Monsanto and Beale Air Force Base, reconstituting the local Food Not Bombs, establishing a “time bank” where people can trade services, educating people about California’s Proposition 37 (which has significant ramifications for this local agricultural community) and preparing for Occupy Evolution, an anniversary event that takes place on Monday at Chico State University. Can I get a round of twinkle fingers, please?
As much as I am coming to love Chico, I left at least part of my heart in Oakland (apologies to Tony Bennett). My OO homies have plans for an October 10th Anniversary Assembly and a reconvergence to Take Black the Plaza on October 25th. We hope to bring a convoy of outside agitators from Chico to that event. It’s time to re-energize, to feel that sense of Hope and Change in the air again. A lot of people say it was the best time of their lives; wouldn’t it be something to re-ignite that fire?
C’mon, kids! Let’s Occupy!