Today is the revival of the Occupy movement that took a little nappy-poo over the winter to collect its thoughts, bathe, organize, get funding and paint new posters.
As has been well documented on The Blaze and on Glenn's radio and TV shows, the Occupy movement is bad news, plain and simple. And if they win, they will -- as is the pattern throughout human history -- get to write the history books.
So what would those history books look like? I think Orwell nailed it in his "1984":
The thing you invariably came back to was the impossibility of knowing what life before the Revolution had really been like. He took out of the drawer a copy of a children's history textbook which he had borrowed from Mrs. Parsons, and began copying a passage into the diary:
In the old days [it ran], before the glorious Revolution, London was not the beautiful city that we know today. It was a dark, dirty, miserable place where hardly anybody had enough to eat and where hundreds and thousands of poor people had no boots on their feet and not even a roof to sleep under. Children no older than you are had to work twelve hours a day for cruel masters, who flogged them with whips if they worked too slowly and fed them on nothing but stale breadcrusts and water. But in among all this terrible poverty there were just a few great big beautiful houses that were lived in by rich men who had has many as thirty servants to look after them. These rich men were called capitalists. They were fat, ugly men with wicked faces, like the one in the picture on the opposite page. You can see that he is dressed in a long black coat which was called a frock coat, and a queer, shiny hat shaped like a stovepipe, which was called a top hat. This was the uniform of the capitalists, and no one else was allowed to wear it. The capitalists owned everything in the world, and everyone else was their slave. They owned all the land, all the houses, all the factories, and all the money. If anyone disobeyed them, they could throw him into prison, or they could take his job away and starve him to death. When an ordinary person spoke to a capitalist, he had to cringe and bow to him, and take off his cap and address him as "Sir." The chief of all the capitalists was called the King, and --
But he knew the rest of the catalogue. There would be mention of the bishops in their lawn sleeves, the judges in their ermine robes, the pillory, the stocks, the treadmill, the cat-o'-nine-tales, the Lord Mayor's Banquet, and the practice of kissing the Pope's toe. There was also something called the jus prime noctis, which would probably not be mentioned in a textbook for children. It was the law by which every capitalist had the right to sleep with any woman working in one of his factories.
How could you tell how much of it was lies?
This is where we're headed. It's the story the Occupiers are already putting out there -- and they haven't even won yet. How many people in America have already fallen for their tripe?
We have a duty to fight this mindset at every turn.