The Occupied Movement celebrated its six-month anniversary yesterday, with hundreds, (maybe), returning to Zuccotti Park to remind those evil moneychangers that the Hippy Spring is not quite over.  I don’t know if their new spiritual leader, Greg Smith, was in attendance, but, certainly, his “Network”-inspired manifesto had to serve as fuel to their fire.  A few were ultimately arrested for refusing to disband, but all-in-all their presence, protest and raison d’etre have become defanged, dismissed and trivialized, not by force, (accept for emphasis), but by an on-going and unlimitedly funded advertising campaign portraying occupiers as homeless crazies and Wall St. as the wellspring of everyone’s innate desire to some day afford a New iPad, (despite what Mike Daisy may or may not know).  Money, which “makes the world go ‘round”, (according to the Emcee), is “the root of all evil”, (1 Timothy 6:10), or is the Yin and the Yang of life itself, (when uttered in triplicate and recorded backwards by the Ojays), rules, (as opposed to ‘rues’…uh…maybe both), the day.  Oh…and many occupiers are actually homeless because there are still no jobs and the economic outlook is still fucking dismal for the austerity generation.  And, although The Lorax is a liberal-tree-hugger fable aimed at indoctrinating vulnerable children into that worn out mindset that some things are more important than wealth, if we quash that socially responsible spirit we leave ourselves with only two choices:  MONEY or unquestioning parochial faith.  Thank god for March Madness keeping me preoccupied from obsessing about this.