The descent into a bannana republic is interesting.
Our Supreme Court-an activist crew if ever there was one-declared that corporations were people and had free speech rights. Translated this meant that corporations could buy congresspersons with huge donations to elections.
I thought that a person could only donate a paltry two thousand dollars per candidate. Apparently corporations are a special set of people. They can spend millions.
Alas, yet another way to denude the population of jobs. The Koch brothers and other nuts used to have to hire folk to run "social movements." Now they can shop direct on the congressperson market.
Now, how can a corporation be a person? This person hood used to be a polite legal fiction used to describe a company. Clearly the supreme court has decided otherwise. I can almost see it. People eat, corporations use raw materials. But wait, there are corporations that have no "real" presence in the world at all. Patent sharks buy patents and then blackmail the entire electronics industry. No self respecting head of a bank or member of the stock market has been in contingent reality for years.
Seems odd. The other thing I've noticed is that people have a lamentable tendency to die. Corporations are immortal, at least in theory. Certainly they outlive all people.
The whole thing is too bewildering. I'm going back to count the angels on the head of a pin.
The Road to Zimbabwe - memories of travel & romamce by John & Nancy Blignaut
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Six weeks
Today is July the 4th and it's traditional weather. The humidity is at 99 percent, it has rained and the sky remains grey and dull.
Last night the fireworks were constant. Last year our vet gave us valium for Mickey. The label reads "For firework phobia." Mickey suffers from several phobias and what with his diabetes and all they make him urinate copiously.Once I thought there was a leak in the roof only to find a huge puddle on the second floor dropping into the front hall.
Naturally we couldn't find the pills. John and I rifled through the drawers, checked the cupboards and pawed the medicine place. Finally John turned to me and said, "Dear God now I know I'm an American. Who else would tear up the kitchen looking for doggie valium?."
Last night the fireworks were constant. Last year our vet gave us valium for Mickey. The label reads "For firework phobia." Mickey suffers from several phobias and what with his diabetes and all they make him urinate copiously.Once I thought there was a leak in the roof only to find a huge puddle on the second floor dropping into the front hall.
Naturally we couldn't find the pills. John and I rifled through the drawers, checked the cupboards and pawed the medicine place. Finally John turned to me and said, "Dear God now I know I'm an American. Who else would tear up the kitchen looking for doggie valium?."
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