Getting all of the I-hate-my-life-and-someone-needs-to-know-it types together for a lengthy protest is a pretty simple matter. Joining a protest that has no clear objective seems like such a waste of time. While the wealth gap is certainly growing, I'm not sweating it one bit. When the Zombie Apocalypse hits, all the money in the world won't mean shit and all those bankers will be willing to part with every possession they have in order to gain entrance to my high-walled, heavily armed, defensible compound at the top of Pike's Peak.