Cause marketing.

Maybe my fire has gone out.

I curse Jamie Dimond every time my wife removes money from our Chase account but I'm not throwing Molotovs through the plate glass.

I'm not parked in Zucotti Square occupying Wall Street.

To be fair, despite billing 60 hours a week, I'm hardly even occupying Madison Avenue.

I'm also not railing against any of the following:
The military-industrial complex.
The "surveillance-camera" state.
The corruption of our government.
The despoiling of our natural environment.
The destruction of the ozone layer.
The rise of sea levels.
The rise of college tuitions.
The death of the individual.
My cable company.
My wireless company.
America's wealth inequality.
Urban sprawl.
Suburban sprawl.
Rural sprawl.

I'm not fighting for:
Locovores.
Sustainable energy.
Wind farms.
Lower subway fares.
Israel's right to exist.
Bike lanes.
Lower rents.

I also don't color my Facebook page pink. Or pass along posts about helping burn victims.

No. Like I said, my fire has been quelled.

That said, I saw this sign recently in the Maritime Museum in Wellington, NZ. It's from the Wharf Wars of a century ago.

Finally a cause I can get behind.