99ers living in tent cities in Pennsylvania will be enjoying their holiday feast. In an effort to participate in Groundhog Day the 99ers adopted a big fat grey rat. They are calling the rat Punxsutawney Barry Soetoro. You see while the rich folk on the other side of the tracks are eating pastries and sipping hot toddies preparing for Punxsutawney Phil to appear, the peasants in the tent city will be having their own ceremony. Wherein the grey rat Barry is let out of his cardboard box at noon on a hill top with a halide light shining over his head, and if he sees his shadow that means six more months with no relief for the long term unemployed.
After the ceremonies the rich folk will be attending party events designed to pamper their every indulgence and allow them to wallow in the delusion that they truly deserve all they have stolen from the rest of us. The 99ers back at the tent city will be enjoying their own feast, groundhog on a stick. That, my friends, is the difference between a rich man’s groundhog and a poor man’s.
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