THE OCCUPY WALL STREET PROTESTERS ARE MENTALLY ILL

I’ve concluded my study on the psyche of the Occupy Wall Street mob and have decided that they are, indeed, mentally disabled. There are very sick men and women over there, who pose a real danger to themselves and the people around them.

Bear with me.

You might support their message. As a matter of fact, I support a lot of what they are chanting about, sans the class warfare, burn rich people’s faces off, type of rhetoric. My main beef, mind you, is the very fact that these dirtbags (yes, that is what they are, literally) live in the streets. As you know, “The Fly” is not a fan of the homeless man– and supports using said men in early FDA trials for the benefit of BIG PHARMA. Instead of going home at night, bathing, laughing it up while watching horror movies on teevees, these maniacs sleep on concrete slabs, hold “council meetings”, play drums 24 hours per day, defecate in the streets and fornicate out in the open with one another–or sometimes by themselves. There is a collective insanity taking place there, supported by a lot of Wall Street people, ironically, from the luxury of their warm beds.

There is a Jim Jones, cyanide koolaid, aspect to this movement. There is no fucking reason to live in Zuccotti park, amongst dog shit and birds. Why can’t they go home and come back on the weekends to throw “petrol bombs” at one another, like normal anarchists? Instead, they are ignoring all of the tenets of modern hygiene. Modern hygiene aka bathing daily, is the litmus test for mental health. Don’t compare these fruity screwballs to soldiers. They aren’t starving or being suppressed. Nonetheless, they choose to live like vagrants, shitting in water fountains and eating hotdogs for breakfast, egged on by rich people in Mcmansions.

Going into the colder months in NYC, if you care about the health of these people, asshole, discourage them from living in a park, in favor of weekend “revolutions” and weekday showers.