Sorry to say this but the OccupyWallstreet movement's demonstration in Amsterdam reminds me a bit of my visits to Osho's discourses in Puna, all lot of shit being said but very little real action, a lot of misguided martyrs talking like chicken do their cackle but very little real sense, sitting around in circles smoking pot and drinking beer...
Degenerates, homeless acoholics from the street and drug abushers in their habitual ragged street clothes, many of whom I recognise at first glance, drinking cheap luke warm beer and enjoying the show, probably happy in the knowledge that finally the city's finest can't giving them a ticket for sleeping in the street, drinking booze or causing public disturbances, mêlee to the max and only a single fat cop walking his beat...amazing....
Beursplein 5's walls are covered with demands, colorfull cartons and rain drenched papers, banners of all types, depicting the outrage of the impoverished masses, outrageous cries for freedom and economic rights for foreigners, the fall of the Euro and American green back, release Malcom X from the United States' torture cells one placate reads (????) , I can make no sense of most of it, just that no real solutions are being offered...
Better I leave this hippy enclave in the Amsterdam centre with that handfull of small tents and their fanatic owners alone and continue my long walks around good old Mokum
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