Assault on Wall Street
Now don't get all hopeful; it's just a movie.
I didn't even see the whole thing. It was on TV and I came in on the last half hour or so. It's about a (formerly) well-paid security guard who lost everything in the 2008 meltdown, had his home foreclosed, and his wife committed suicide after being dumped by her insurance company and unable to afford her medical bills. He decides to get even.
The movie is pretty over-the-top (how could it not be?) and gets mostly negative reviews. But it expresses the hopelessness and fury of one person who had his life turned upside down by the banking cartel.
Take this one fictitious person's boiling rage and multiply it by the millions of real people who have been robbed by the one percent, and you have to wonder why this kind of event hasn't happened in real life.
Now obviously I'm not saying anyone should go out there and start mowing down a few Wall Street/HMO perps. That's not the solution. But when somebody has been fucked over one time too many and decides to take the law into his own hands — well, as Chris Rock once said (in a different context):
“I'm not saying it's right. But I understand.”
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