An overwhelming desire to piss on every VIP & sabotage every elite status member setup I ever see again in my life. ELITISM is the problem. How casually did you accept the huge VIP zone in front of the main area at Coachella? How easily do you roll with 2nd class as a lifestyle? The disconnect between experiencing the experience and getting the best access/prime elite status is massive. And growing. I cannot stand it. I say fuck Gordon Gecko and the me me me hysteria. Fuck abandoning those special moments of shared enlightenment for the VIP badge. I’m following my dream, not $. I want to be comfortable, not rich. Experience trumps the status. If you disagree, I don’t want to know you.While VIP-grasping friends call you a hippie & laugh, that tugging feeling that NOW matters more than ever is growing. For a vital reason. #SOPA & #NDAA is but one tentacle of the counter offensive against the AWAKENED energy that sparked #Occupy. You cannot be upset enough about what is happening to our nation, but it’s not just fatcats in Congress fucking up. It’s you. It’s me. We accept the casual divides of elitism and belittling the massive indicators that the life we know is utterly fucked and rigged against us. What we choose to accept, how smoothly we align w/the flow is defining us, right now. Those decisions permeate every facet of your life. THAT is why I hold my peers’ feet to flames & question their herd catering. Every hit of a publish button is a flag planted in the ground.
