Today was, among other things, “Not One Red Dime” day. Timed to coincide with President Bush’s inauguration, the Perpetually Indignant decided to “bring the retail establishment to its knees” and organize a one-day boycott of spending any money whatsoever. I’m not quite certain what this hoped to accomplish (I always thought protests worked best when there was a clear connection between those targeted by the protest and those perpetrating the actions being protested), but I felt the need to express my own opinions on the matter.
So today, I bought coffee for the entire office. Then I bought new windshield wipers for my car. Then I bought a UPS and more RAM for my computer. All told, I forked over about $200 that I really didn’t need to (and really couldn’t afford), but I did my bit. Even more importantly, almost half of that money went to my favorite computer store, a genuine small business.
I have to admit I was inspired by an old song. On the drive in, while stuck in traffic (see below), I was listening to the best album of all time. I got to the song “Back in N.Y.C.,” which recounts young Rael’s youth as a street punk in New York. 30 years ago, Peter Gabriel perfectly captured the mentality behind these morons behind the “Not One Damn Dime.” I’ve stuck some of the lyrics in the extended section.
“You say I must be crazy, ‘cos I don’t care who I hit, who I hit.
But I know it’s me that’s hitting out and I’m, I’m not full of shit.
I don’t care who I hurt, I don’t care who I do wrong.
This is your mess I’m stuck in, I really don’t belong.
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline,
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been.”