I can not fathom how any proud citizen of these United States could not support the Occupy Movements that are popping up across the country. I do not understand how anyone can tolerate their elected Congressmen calling those who exercise their rights to peaceful assembly a “mob.” I do not understand why so many people have no issue dismissing support for the movements as the affectation of a bleeding heart liberal, effectively suggesting that both the First Amendment right and liberalism are the subjects of an eye-rolling society.

Explain to me why “Give Us Jobs” is a laughable picket sign. It’s not unreasonable in the least. I think Bank of America could use a few more employees, if only so that their current staff aren’t overworked. Yes, Bank of America. Give us jobs. You know you have them.

I have a friend who recently received an interview with a marketing firm in Boston. And, oh, it would have been something! A real job in the city, and in the financial district at that! We’re talking a sweet deal. Except it turned out not to be… She would have been producing an unreasonable quantity of product, while unavoidably reducing the quality of all output. And on top of that, she would receive a salary that is roughly half of what an average fast food manager makes. That’s definitely cause to cry over a master’s degree.

And that is what the Occupy Movements (and, more locally, Occupy Boston) are protesting. Why give employees three times the work at a third of what the job is worth, when so many people could use a job, paid with the money that so few people control, all of whom could spare more than is required?

Call me a socialist. Hell, call me any other name you think is bad. I don’t care. The current system of Congressional affiliations with corporate bigwigs (American capitalism) is nothing short of immoral, humiliating, cruel, and criminal. It is nothing that a decent human being should support. It is something that requires an uprising. It is something the Occupy Movements understand to be wrong and, some would say, evil. If I know my Christianity, I’m pretty sure Jesus’s solution to economic collapse and the homelessness of many citizens would not be deregulation of the financial system.

It’s so hard for me, even at my most conservative, to support that system in good conscience. It takes a strong will and, I imagine, a specific type of personality to say to another human being, “Quit complaining. I see ‘Help Wanted’ signs in McDonald’s windows all the time. Jobs are out there.” Who do you think you are?

Furthermore, how can people justify a corporation taking out a life insurance policy on its employees, without even telling them? So, the average elderly Wal-Mart greeter’s life is worth, what, $50,000? That’s the amount the company thinks they are entitled to for losing that poor, elderly greeter? What is the greeter paid now, less than $20,000/year? Have workers become worth more dead than alive? Do you, average corporate American worker, know how much you are worth to your employer when you croak?

These are the unanswered questions that make the Occupy Movements a-okay with me. I stand with you, all of you, who are actively picketing outside financial districts every day for this cause. I support the movement for being strong enough to grow into cities worldwide. I support that you are exercising your rights and are standing firm against all the powers who denigrate you. I want you to grow bigger and bigger and bigger, until your voices drown out the sound of the opening bell.

Because I, as a decent human being, understand your basic need to have a voice, to have even an inkling of control over your own fate. And I will not complain if you block me on the sidewalk. I will not roll my eyes at your demands. I will not ignore you.

This is me saying that I, despite a modest but sustainable lifestyle, know what it’s like to have a taste of the American Dream. And I know what it’s like for it all to be taken away in an instant. I know what it’s like to be scared you won’t survive another sickness or make another rent payment. I know what it’s like to sink into depression at the thought of losing absolutely everything, and to imagine a laughing entity counting the money he earned at your expense.

Yes, I know what it’s like to be a modern American. And I proudly stand beside you as a citizen of this democracy.