ViSuaL CoMBaT DaiLY (10.15.11) (99.999999999999%)
Do you know the story about the guy who lands his balloon in the middle of a huge field?
A bearded guy in a tweed jacket and chinos comes running up and yells "can I help you?"
The guy in the balloon shouts, "can you tell me where I am?"
The bearded guy yells back, "you are apparently in a balloon in the middle of what appears to be a giant field."
The guy in the balloon yells back, "you must be a PhD or nobel economist."
The bearded guy yells, "that's incredible how did you know?"
Answer: "Because what you just told me is totally accurate and totally useless.
Go and ask everyone you run into today. I don't care how old they are, whether or not they are employed, where they come from or what color their skin is:
1. Do you think the country is being run by a competent President?
2. Is Congress doing a good job?
3. Did working middle class Americans and unemployed university graduates blow up our economy?
4. Do you agree bankers should be bailed out so they can pay themselves even fatter bonuses.
5. Has Wall Street been held duly accountable for it's blatantly criminal (yes criminal) conduct? [Some think forging title documents and foreclosure pleadings is a civil but not criminal offense]
6. Do you think money is corrupting our government.
7. Is globalized crony capitalism a good thing?
8. Do you think Geithner, Summers and Bernanke were a good idea?
9. Is the tax system fair and equitable.
10. Has the financial system been reformed as needed?
11. Bernie Madoff and Raj Rajanutjob are the scourge that ruined everything.
12. Do you feel good about the future?
I'm pretty sure, unless you are Jamie Dimon, Lloyd Blankfein, the Koch Brothers or any of the Presidential candidates, except Ron Paul, it will be crystal clear what 99% or 99.99999999999% really means.
There are a handful of elite morons and political hacks who would have everyone believe that everythng is absolutely hunky dory.
The system is just swell.
Don't let a few bad apples spoil everything.
Just a few tweaks here and there and we are good to go.
They are absolutely 99.99999999999% right...
What, you don't believe me?
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Is anyone who wants to be on the right side of the chart excluded? No. There are actually many who fall into the MSM definition of who the 1% are but have included themselves in the 99%. I feel very sorry for the MSM, this whole movement (if you want to call it that) is going to be a ball buster for them, try as they will, to stereotype, label, compartmentalize, homogenize and neutralize.
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History lesson for those that think more government is good...
Do your homework!
http://savingtherepublic.com/Political_Spectrum.html
You can find numerous private versus public sector examples pointing in all kinds of different directions. Now we have a private sector that somehow thinks there is no such thing as paying for your own failure.
The "market" is a giant pension fund which is nibbled at voraciously by the predators like hedge funds who just as wolves provide a necessary link in the food chain. Beyond the wolves are the 1% who add their money to support the wolves. An endless stream of salesmen in America who are the top end of their game and can draught along in the wolves' wake. Over compensated, under educated. Plus a smattering of Oligarchs of course.
Ask yourself this. If the "market" was still going down into the growing phenomenon of Occupy Wallstreet, would the movement attract more sympathy from bystanders? I think so. But the market and everyone's 401k, IRA etc. has been bouncing back nicely, nearly eracing horrific losses from just two weeks back. If you look at a paper to see how the "market" is doing, it is doing fine now. Just don't look under the hood. Most do not. Shall the ramp up continue? Do protests make our leaders nervous? Is the Pope Catholic?
Each time Europe has hit the skids and US data has lead to a selloff, the biggest pig of them all Mr. Market has come back to the feed trough and left happy.
Never underestimate your opponent. Bernanke told us that the FED was not out of bullets. We learned a short time ago that the Japanese buy ETFs in the second half session if the first ends below a certain threshold.
The market needs to clear and leverage needs to come off, but just as Putin is going to be back in the saddle and may end up as the longest reign since Stalin, prepare for the counter intuitive melt up rally.
Even a Jedi master has limited resources, so the pump will eventually be followed by the dump, but only after all those short have abandoned hope.
Don't pay too much attention to what the market looks like, it's pretty much in the same financially engineered hopper as all that shitty mortgage paper that's carried at fantasy.
Yes Willian Banzai, but that is my point precisely. Your works of critical awareness are not mainstream. In order to create a movement across the breadth of this land, opnion must be swayed. Self interest must also be invoked, whether directly, as in "They repoed my house and I've had enough" to the second order, "They repoed my friend's house and that's the last straw". When John Q Public goes to the puppet theatre and its a nice show he will sublimate his anger and fall back in line. The protestors will draw less sympathy because he needs to work, does not want to work forever and still hopes that his leaders have his best interest in mind. If the market is going up, the economy should be better, etc. etc. etc. I think that is one powerful thought on why the market cannot clear. Everyone's retirement savings would go poof. Then OWS in its current manifestation would seem like a joke. Things would get serious. Very serious. The leaders which you so adeptly lampoon want anything but that.
Try as they may to avoid it, history according to Kenneth Rogoff, points to an inevitable and unpleasant conclusion.
One thing I do sense, John Q Public is starting to wake up and ask more questions. At least we have a start.
Thanks to capitalism, we are all “the 1%”.
Read this from 2004!
http://www.ideasinactiontv.com/tcs_daily/2004/05/the-top-one-percent-inc...
Those of you who denounce the system that manifested the personal computer at your fingertips so you could produce your graphic art propaganda and the system that provides your internet connection where ever you go so that you can distribute your propaganda to the masses – stop being hypocrites. Reject the tools of your bourgeois oppressors. But that would pretty much limit your art mediums to charcoal and tree bark.
Don't you realize, every time you post something on this website, you acknowledge the superiority of the capitalist system over any other economic model. Don’t get me wrong, I defend your right to free speach, but I must also defend the liberty and prosperity of all your readers by pointing out that your work is:
Marxist, class-warfare propaganda that will lead to hell on earth for the 99%.
I must also point out to your readers that I think your art is trite. If you want to get some exciting ideas from actual propaganda artists in the former Soviet Union, look here:
http://thepeoplescube.com/peoples-blog/day-of-rage-occupy-wall-street-get-free-bull-rides-t7680.html
http://thepeoplescube.com/peoples-blog/occupy-wall-street-the-filth-and-the-fury-t7918.html
OK. I think I get it. If I want to use a laptop, I should welcome a perpetual ass-fucking by whichever political party happens to be pimping me out to big banks, big business, etc. You can't be this stupid. It's a joke, right?
thewhitelion
You know the Devil can ONLY put temptation in your way.
No one told ANYONE to go into debt for frivolities and gewgahs.
I'm so fucking sick of everybody playing the goddamned victim card.
To be clear, I do not denounce capitalism, I denounce kleptofraudtocracy.
Capitalism worked fine, not perfect, but fine for about 50 years.
Then those who have zero ability to contain their greed fucked everything up and good.
I don't know what your background is. Mine is finance and I say this in a thoroughly disgusted mood about how the few have sullied the reputations of many who conducted themselves in a a professional and ethical manner.
Any reference I make to socialism and communism points to the hypocrisy of our privileged class.
I don't need to study Soviet Propaganda inasmuch as I lived a substantial number of years espousing American style capitalism in Eastern Europe and Communist China.
Finally, I might add that those who believe what we are witnessing is a struggle between Marxists and capitalists expose the depth of their ignorance of what this is all about.
williambanzai7
I disagree Capitalism works just the way it was designed to. The Quick Brown Fox will always jump over the lazy bear.
The real problem is people just can't say no. Jesus the fucking bible warns about this shit continually. But everyone chose their own hell. They forgot that life is actually fluid and very unstable. They only chose to plan for a concrete daily grind where everything remains in a steady state.
Idiots.
Not only the bible but damn near every religion tells people that desire is a bad thing and you will suffer for giving into desire.
The REAL problem is everybody wants to be a victim, no one wants to be a leader. No one wants the responsibility of claiming their own lives.
That is way too fucking hard.
We have met the enemy and it is our fucking self putting the gun to our head.
The Brits have this tv show Hustle, not the Real Hustle because that involves real cons. The very first episode of The Hustle has a voice over explaing how the mark only needs to walk away. That the con can not go forward unless the mark is an active participant in his own demise. Something to that effect anyway.
Read it and weep because those complaning now are the Frogs and they knew goddamned well not to trust the Scorpion.
The Scorpion and the Frog A scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream and the scorpion asks the frog to carry him across on its back. The frog asks, "How do I know you won't sting me?" The scorpion says, "Because if I do, I will die too." The frog is satisfied, and they set out, but in midstream, the scorpion stings the frog. The frog feels the onset of paralysis and starts to sink, knowing they both will drown, but has just enough time to gasp "Why?" Replies the scorpion: "Its my nature..."
Yes, I know that fable very well.
Unfortunately the playing field is not level. People are massively conditioned to be slaughtered at the trough. I can live with some people having an edge. But I have been around all kinds of different people, some fabulously wealthy and others struggling and I personally cannot live with the idea of letting wise guys (not genuinely successful business people, wise guys) have their way with the fools who never had a chance to know better.
I suppose that book of Mice and Men had an effect on me when I was a kid.
WB7 said: "Unfortunately the playing field is not level."
Congratulations my indoctrinated friend: you get another pellet for the correct premise. You are now a member in good standing of the Ya Ya Victimhood.
Victimhood is the first and neccessary stage of big government and crony capitalism. After victimhood, comes the grievences and after that come the government bailout and welfare benefits. Please big government, save us poor down trodden huddle masses from the evil bankers. Hmmmm. This is beginning to sound an awful lot like the Community Reinvestment Act story all over again.
You're right WB7, it's different this time -- different actors, different setting, but the storyline seems to be recycled. In the final act, government gets bigger, people get smaller and Lenny is manditorily aborted by Obamacare when a pre-natal amniocenteses detects Lenny's mental retardation in the womb.
williambanzai7
Dude when has the playing field ever been level?
Matter of fact it is impossible to level.
Ever read Harrison Bergeron by Vonnegut?
THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.
Some things about living still weren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron's fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away.
It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn't think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn't think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains.
George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on Hazel's cheeks, but she'd forgotten for the moment what they were about.
On the television screen were ballerinas.
A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm.
"That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did," said Hazel.
"Huh" said George.
"That dance-it was nice," said Hazel.
"Yup," said George. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren't really very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in. George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn't be handicapped. But he didn't get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts.
George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas.
Hazel saw him wince. Having no mental handicap herself, she had to ask George what the latest sound had been.
"Sounded like somebody hitting a milk bottle with a ball peen hammer," said George.
"I'd think it would be real interesting, hearing all the different sounds," said Hazel a little envious. "All the things they think up."
"Um," said George.
"Only, if I was Handicapper General, you know what I would do?" said Hazel. Hazel, as a matter of fact, bore a strong resemblance to the Handicapper General, a woman named Diana Moon Glampers. "If I was Diana Moon Glampers," said Hazel, "I'd have chimes on Sunday-just chimes. Kind of in honor of religion."
"I could think, if it was just chimes," said George.
"Well-maybe make 'em real loud," said Hazel. "I think I'd make a good Handicapper General."
"Good as anybody else," said George.
"Who knows better then I do what normal is?" said Hazel.
"Right," said George. He began to think glimmeringly about his abnormal son who was now in jail, about Harrison, but a twenty-one-gun salute in his head stopped that.
"Boy!" said Hazel, "that was a doozy, wasn't it?"
It was such a doozy that George was white and trembling, and tears stood on the rims of his red eyes. Two of of the eight ballerinas had collapsed to the studio floor, were holding their temples.
"All of a sudden you look so tired," said Hazel. "Why don't you stretch out on the sofa, so's you can rest your handicap bag on the pillows, honeybunch." She was referring to the forty-seven pounds of birdshot in a canvas bag, which was padlocked around George's neck. "Go on and rest the bag for a little while," she said. "I don't care if you're not equal to me for a while."
George weighed the bag with his hands. "I don't mind it," he said. "I don't notice it any more. It's just a part of me."
"You been so tired lately-kind of wore out," said Hazel. "If there was just some way we could make a little hole in the bottom of the bag, and just take out a few of them lead balls. Just a few."
"Two years in prison and two thousand dollars fine for every ball I took out," said George. "I don't call that a bargain."
"If you could just take a few out when you came home from work," said Hazel. "I mean-you don't compete with anybody around here. You just set around."
"If I tried to get away with it," said George, "then other people'd get away with it-and pretty soon we'd be right back to the dark ages again, with everybody competing against everybody else. You wouldn't like that, would you?"
"I'd hate it," said Hazel.
"There you are," said George. The minute people start cheating on laws, what do you think happens to society?"
If Hazel hadn't been able to come up with an answer to this question, George couldn't have supplied one. A siren was going off in his head.
"Reckon it'd fall all apart," said Hazel.
"What would?" said George blankly.
"Society," said Hazel uncertainly. "Wasn't that what you just said?
"Who knows?" said George.
The television program was suddenly interrupted for a news bulletin. It wasn't clear at first as to what the bulletin was about, since the announcer, like all announcers, had a serious speech impediment. For about half a minute, and in a state of high excitement, the announcer tried to say, "Ladies and Gentlemen."
He finally gave up, handed the bulletin to a ballerina to read.
"That's all right-" Hazel said of the announcer, "he tried. That's the big thing. He tried to do the best he could with what God gave him. He should get a nice raise for trying so hard."
"Ladies and Gentlemen," said the ballerina, reading the bulletin. She must have been extraordinarily beautiful, because the mask she wore was hideous. And it was easy to see that she was the strongest and most graceful of all the dancers, for her handicap bags were as big as those worn by two-hundred pound men.
And she had to apologize at once for her voice, which was a very unfair voice for a woman to use. Her voice was a warm, luminous, timeless melody. "Excuse me-" she said, and she began again, making her voice absolutely uncompetitive.
"Harrison Bergeron, age fourteen," she said in a grackle squawk, "has just escaped from jail, where he was held on suspicion of plotting to overthrow the government. He is a genius and an athlete, is under-handicapped, and should be regarded as extremely dangerous."
A police photograph of Harrison Bergeron was flashed on the screen-upside down, then sideways, upside down again, then right side up. The picture showed the full length of Harrison against a background calibrated in feet and inches. He was exactly seven feet tall.
The rest of Harrison's appearance was Halloween and hardware. Nobody had ever born heavier handicaps. He had outgrown hindrances faster than the H-G men could think them up. Instead of a little ear radio for a mental handicap, he wore a tremendous pair of earphones, and spectacles with thick wavy lenses. The spectacles were intended to make him not only half blind, but to give him whanging headaches besides.
Scrap metal was hung all over him. Ordinarily, there was a certain symmetry, a military neatness to the handicaps issued to strong people, but Harrison looked like a walking junkyard. In the race of life, Harrison carried three hundred pounds.
And to offset his good looks, the H-G men required that he wear at all times a red rubber ball for a nose, keep his eyebrows shaved off, and cover his even white teeth with black caps at snaggle-tooth random.
"If you see this boy," said the ballerina, "do not - I repeat, do not - try to reason with him."
There was the shriek of a door being torn from its hinges.
Screams and barking cries of consternation came from the television set. The photograph of Harrison Bergeron on the screen jumped again and again, as though dancing to the tune of an earthquake.
George Bergeron correctly identified the earthquake, and well he might have - for many was the time his own home had danced to the same crashing tune. "My God-" said George, "that must be Harrison!"
The realization was blasted from his mind instantly by the sound of an automobile collision in his head.
When George could open his eyes again, the photograph of Harrison was gone. A living, breathing Harrison filled the screen.
Clanking, clownish, and huge, Harrison stood - in the center of the studio. The knob of the uprooted studio door was still in his hand. Ballerinas, technicians, musicians, and announcers cowered on their knees before him, expecting to die.
"I am the Emperor!" cried Harrison. "Do you hear? I am the Emperor! Everybody must do what I say at once!" He stamped his foot and the studio shook.
"Even as I stand here" he bellowed, "crippled, hobbled, sickened - I am a greater ruler than any man who ever lived! Now watch me become what I can become!"
Harrison tore the straps of his handicap harness like wet tissue paper, tore straps guaranteed to support five thousand pounds.
Harrison's scrap-iron handicaps crashed to the floor.
Harrison thrust his thumbs under the bar of the padlock that secured his head harness. The bar snapped like celery. Harrison smashed his headphones and spectacles against the wall.
He flung away his rubber-ball nose, revealed a man that would have awed Thor, the god of thunder.
"I shall now select my Empress!" he said, looking down on the cowering people. "Let the first woman who dares rise to her feet claim her mate and her throne!"
A moment passed, and then a ballerina arose, swaying like a willow.
Harrison plucked the mental handicap from her ear, snapped off her physical handicaps with marvelous delicacy. Last of all he removed her mask.
She was blindingly beautiful.
"Now-" said Harrison, taking her hand, "shall we show the people the meaning of the word dance? Music!" he commanded.
The musicians scrambled back into their chairs, and Harrison stripped them of their handicaps, too. "Play your best," he told them, "and I'll make you barons and dukes and earls."
The music began. It was normal at first-cheap, silly, false. But Harrison snatched two musicians from their chairs, waved them like batons as he sang the music as he wanted it played. He slammed them back into their chairs.
The music began again and was much improved.
Harrison and his Empress merely listened to the music for a while-listened gravely, as though synchronizing their heartbeats with it.
They shifted their weights to their toes.
Harrison placed his big hands on the girls tiny waist, letting her sense the weightlessness that would soon be hers.
And then, in an explosion of joy and grace, into the air they sprang!
Not only were the laws of the land abandoned, but the law of gravity and the laws of motion as well.
They reeled, whirled, swiveled, flounced, capered, gamboled, and spun.
They leaped like deer on the moon.
The studio ceiling was thirty feet high, but each leap brought the dancers nearer to it.
It became their obvious intention to kiss the ceiling. They kissed it.
And then, neutraling gravity with love and pure will, they remained suspended in air inches below the ceiling, and they kissed each other for a long, long time.
It was then that Diana Moon Glampers, the Handicapper General, came into the studio with a double-barreled ten-gauge shotgun. She fired twice, and the Emperor and the Empress were dead before they hit the floor.
Diana Moon Glampers loaded the gun again. She aimed it at the musicians and told them they had ten seconds to get their handicaps back on.
It was then that the Bergerons' television tube burned out.
Hazel turned to comment about the blackout to George. But George had gone out into the kitchen for a can of beer.
George came back in with the beer, paused while a handicap signal shook him up. And then he sat down again. "You been crying" he said to Hazel.
"Yup," she said.
"What about?" he said.
"I forget," she said. "Something real sad on television."
"What was it?" he said.
"It's all kind of mixed up in my mind," said Hazel.
"Forget sad things," said George.
"I always do," said Hazel.
"That's my girl," said George. He winced. There was the sound of a rivetting gun in his head.
"Gee - I could tell that one was a doozy," said Hazel.
"You can say that again," said George.
"Gee-" said Hazel, "I could tell that one was a doozy."
This was supposed to be released as a movie. I saw the trailer for it, but then nothing else. Does anyone know what became of it?
Man, you are one testy gook. Go back to where you came from, you bitch too f'n much! I bet you're not married, because your spouse whould have killed himself by now!
You are in space Mr Potato Head.
Why don't you just go crawl back into yours?
williambanzai7
Dude you are Asian? Chinese?
Who uses Gook as an insult anymore?
Don Kleinman: Ok, we have a hand up. You think you're prejudice.
Tommy Gavin: Yup.
Don Kleinman: Against who?
Tommy Gavin: Well let's see, uh, Chevy Neons that cost 12 Grand to buy but have $8,000 paint jobs and 9 spics inside them smokin' weed, that's one thing.
Don Kleinman: Ok, now listen, the term "spic"...
Franco Rivera: It's Ok, I'm a spic.
Tommy Gavin: Crazy chink broads who don't know how to drive in the first place and now they have cell phones stuck to their ears while they're doing 65 MPH down 6th avenue, huh? Right? And the crazy chinks on bikes with 10 pounds of chinese food strapped to the handlebars...
Don Kleinman: Ok, see, now the word "chink" is what I like to call a problem word.
Sean Garrity: ...raises his hand... Yeah, uh, if I were a chink I'd rather be called a chink then a gook.
Don Kleinman: Ok, now hold on. Listen to me please. Chinese people would not like to be called gook or chink or pan face or zipper-head or...
Franco Rivera: See? That's another thing-Puerto Ricans, we even get shafted when it comes to racism. Chinks get like what, 4 ethnic slurs? We get one-spic, that's it. The Irish, they got: Mick, Paddy, Donkey. The Italians, they got: Guinea, WOP, Deigo...
Sean Garrity: ...raises his hand... Yeah, uh, Sphagetti Bender...
Franco Rivera: Ehhh, Sphagetti Bender went out of style during Sinatra's first marriage.
Mike Silletti: ...raises his hand... Greaseball?
Franco Rivera: Yeah, greaseball. There ya have it. That's four.
Tommy Gavin: That's right, you know, same thing with the Jews, right? Heeb, Kike, Jew-Boy, Benny...
Franco Rivera: Shiloch
Tommy Gavin: That's five.
Franco Rivera: Yeah, black people, forget about it. Spear-Chucker, Jungle Bunny, Raisin Head, Porch Monkey, Spook
Tommy Gavin: Shyne
Sean Garrity: Tar-Baby
Franco Rivera: It's endless, totally unfair.
Tommy Gavin: Yeah
Don Kleinman: ...all turn and look to the front at Don who is looking in complete disbelief...
Franco Rivera: What?
Actually I am mixed and I was born on an American base. Some retard wants to call me a gook is lucky he does not have to do so downstairs in my neighborhood.
Agreed. These personal attacks are ridiculous. Lets talk about the issues.
williambanzai7
http://snltranscripts.jt.org/75/75ginterview.phtml
75g: Richard Pryor / Gil Scott-Heron
Racist Word Association Interview
Written by: Paul Mooney
Interviewer.....Chevy Chase
Mr. Wilson.....Richard Pryor
Interviewer: Alright, Mr. Wilson, you've done just fine on the Rorshact.. your papers are in good order.. your file's fine.. no difficulties with your motor skills.. And I think you're probably ready for this job. We've got one more psychological test we always do here. It's just a Word Association. I'll throw you out a few words - anything that comes to your mind, just throw back at me, okay? It's kind of an arbitrary thing. Like, if I say "dog", you'd say..?
Mr. Wilson: "Tree".
Interviewer: "Tree". [ nods head, prepares the test papers ] "Dog".
Mr. Wilson: "Tree".
Interviewer: "Fast".
Mr. Wilson: "Slow".
Interviewer: "Rain".
Mr. Wilson: "Snow".
Interviewer: "White".
Mr. Wilson: "Black".
Interviewer: "Bean".
Mr. Wilson: "Pod".
Interviewer: [ casually ] "Negro".
Mr. Wilson: "Whitey".
Interviewer: "Tarbaby".
Mr. Wilson: [ silent, sure he didn't hear what he thinks he heard ] What'd you say?
Interviewer: [ repeating ] "Tarbaby".
Mr. Wilson: "Ofay".
Interviewer: "Colored".
Mr. Wilson: "Redneck".
Interviewer: "Junglebunny".
Mr. Wilson: [ starting to get angry ] "Peckerwood!"
Interviewer: "Burrhead".
Mr. Wilson: [ defensive ] "Cracker!"
Interviewer: [ aggressive ] "Spearchucker".
Mr. Wilson: "White trash!"
Interviewer: "Jungle Bunny!"
Mr. Wilson: [ upset ] "Honky!"
Interviewer: "Spade!
Mr. Wilson: [ really upset ] "Honky Honky!"
Interviewer: [ relentless ] "Nigger!"
Mr. Wilson: [ immediate ] "Dead honky!" [ face starts to flinch ]
Interviewer: [ quickly wraps the interview up ] Okay, Mr. Wilson, I think you're qualified for this job. How about a starting salary of $5,000?
Mr. Wilson: Your momma!
Interviewer: [ fumbling ] Uh.. $7,500 a year?
Mr. Wilson: Your grandmomma!
Interviewer: [ desperate ] $15,000, Mr. Wilson. You'll be the highest paid janitor in America. Just, don't.. don't hurt me, please..
Mr. Wilson: Okay.
Interviewer: [ relieved ] Okay.
Mr. Wilson: You want me to start now?
Interviewer: Oh, no, no.. that's alright. I'll clean all this up. Take a couple of weeks off, you look tired.
WB7 said: "those who believe what we are witnessing is a struggle between Marxists and capitalists expose the depth of their ignorance of what this is all about."
If you believe you can control the dialog of "this" thing and keep the focus on the crony part of crony-capitalism; you are naive.
You've bought a knife to a gun fight.
The socialists control the main stream media, the universities, the banking system, the federal government and many of the courts. They have been plotting "this" thing for a long time and have achieved many of their goals:
http://www.communistgoals.com/goals/goals.htm
Do you really think that after decades of hard work and patience to achieve so many of their stated goals that they are going to allow "this" thing to be used for any thing other than their purpose?
You under-estimate your opponent; or worse, you don't understand that you are in a gun fight.
This thing is really a millennial thing. They are not going to keep their mouths shut because someone wants to label them socialists.
Whether it takes five years (doubtful) or twenty (more likely) for them to sort it out, one thing is certain, a lot of entrenched corrupt and myopic personalties of all political persuasions will eithervhave to die off or wind up in the home for the politically senile.
The preceding generations, mine included, have done a superb job of creating the mother of all clusterfucks at the worst possible moment.
Now to summarize, the shit is fucked up, we all know that. What is amazing is how much shit can get flung at people before they finally stand up and say, fuck this!
fuck this!
williambanzai7
"Whether it takes five years (doubtful) or twenty (more likely) for them to sort it out, one thing is certain, a lot of entrenched corrupt and myopic personalties of all political persuasions will eithervhave to die off or wind up in the home for the politically senile."
I find that funny.
What happened to the Old Hippy leaders? Or maybe this from Eldridge Cleaver
MILLS: Is it true that in California during the ’60s, when you started speaking out against the Vietnam War and for revolution, Gov. Ronald Reagan got the parole officials to harass you to make you shut up?
CLEAVER: There’s no doubt about that.
I was chosen by students to be a lecturer at Berkeley. And as governor, Ronald Reagan was on the board of regents of the University of California system. He used to try to prevent me from speaking on campuses.
We referred to Ronald Reagan as the father of the Black Panther Party. It started under his administration. Reagan was always trying to get me off the streets. They were always trying to revoke my parole.
MILLS: How do you feel about Reagan as president?
CLEAVER: I voted for him. I supported him over Jimmy Carter in 1980.
I voted for Jimmy Carter in 1976, but I was completely upset by his performance. One of the things that had me upset was his very weak foreign policy, his weak way of dealing with every problem that we had, from Iran to the Soviet Union, Afghanistan, stuff that was jumping off in Latin America.
I felt that I had seen enough of Carter’s policies to recognize that he was basically accommodating America to the expansion of Communism in the world. So when it came to the election, I chose Ronald Reagan because I felt he would give the country a very strong foreign policy, and I had no doubt that he would do the things he was talking about to the economy. I still feel this.
I've quoted the Big Fix before. Amyway one of the plot points has Richard Dreyfus character, Moses Wine, searching for Eppis, F. Murray Abraham. Eppis was an Abby Hoffman type. When he finally finds Eppis this scene ensues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrcWKHyudbc
The point being given the chance everyone sells out. Everybody wants comfort, everyone wants "loose shoes, tight pussy and a warm place to shit". A full belly and new car helps too.
My answer to that is every generation is different. The sixties were a different battle. It's easy to make comparisons, but these are different kids out there, they think and communicate differently.
williambanzai7
Dude if Apple offered to hire them all you would see a mass exodus. If Obama gave them all new government jobs you would see a mass exodus.
The diference between you and I is you see the cup half full and I see it half empty same cup.
I used to read what young peoiple posted at various sites like REDDIT. I was always baffled by the lengths people would go to demeaning Fat Whet Women at Walmart. Until I understaood that those were the only people it was safe to hate.
That they would piss and moan about some white guy driving a Hummer and how it represents his small penis but would be too scared to say that to a gangbanger.
All that hatred is just sublimated and as phil Ochs pointed out will eventually slip to the siurface.
Artist: Ochs PhilSong: Love Me, I'm a Liberal
Album: There But for Fortune
I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
Tears ran down my spine
I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
As though I'd lost a father of mine
But Malcolm X got what was coming
He got what he asked for this time
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
I go to civil rights rallies
And I put down the old D.A.R.
I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
I hope every colored boy becomes a star
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
My faith in the system restored
I'm glad the commies were thrown out
of the A.F.L. C.I.O. board
I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
as long as they don't move next door
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
The people of old Mississippi
Should all hang their heads in shame
I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain?
But if you ask me to bus my children
I hope the cops take down your name
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
I read New republic and Nation
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like Korea
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
I vote for the democratic party
They want the U.N. to be strong
I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
I'll send all the money you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
Once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to the socialist meetings
Learned all the old union hymns
But I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
Your right this shit is fucked up. What were the causes? What are the solutions? I contend that socialism, communism, Marxism, Progressivism, Populism, or what ever you want to call it is at the root. Look at the recently stated demands of the Occupy Chicago "organization".
Except for reinstating Glass-Steegall, it is a socalist agenda:
1. Pass a bill to reinstate Glass-Steagall,
2. Repeal Bush-era tax cuts.
3. Prosecute "the Wall Street criminals who clearly broke the law and helped cause the 2008 financial crisis."
4. Overturn a 2010 Supreme Court decision that allows corporations "to contribute unlimited amounts of money to campaigns."
5. Pass the Warren Buffett rule on fair taxation, close corporate tax loopholes, prohibit hiding funds offshore.
6. Give the Securities and Exchange Commission stricter regulatory power, strengthen the Consumer Protection Bureau and help victims of predatory lending whose home loans have been foreclosed.
7. Take steps to limit the influence of lobbyists and eliminate the practice of lobbyists writing legislation.
8. Eliminate (the) right of former government regulators to work for corporations or industries they once regulated.
9. Eliminate corporate personhood.
10. Insist the Federal Elections Commission "ensure that political candidates are given equal time for free at reasonable intervals during campaign season."
11. Pass the Fair Elections Now Act.
12. Forgive student debt.
source: www.occupychi.org
Michael More says capitalism has to go. Is he a mouthpiece for the money power eliete? That is exactly what these "kleptofraudtocrats" (nice word WillB7) want; a state corpratocracy where they command and you are controlled.
“Competition is a sin.” – John D. Rockefeller
Capitalism is not pro business, it is pro competition!
I think you misunderstood.
Michael Moore, to his credit, was way ahead of the curve in recognizing the momentum of unchecked corporate piracy. I don't agree with all his political views.
But we all know something is very wrong and the so called hippy communists (many are unemployed MBAs and law graduates) are not the useless fuckheads who blew up the economy.
Throwing around antiquated anticommunist dogma is really a feeble attempt to promote stupidity.
I think you misunderstood.
The "Competition is a sin" quote was made to show the Hypocricy of the man who was a suposed capitalist. Rockefeller understood that competition could harm the development of the Standard Oil Company, the largest Monopoly of the time. The corpratocracy/fascist command of todays economy is all about monopolistic control. Privatization is code for monopoloy, price gouging and control. It is the antithesis of Freedom.
"Throwing around antiquated anticommunist dogma is really a feeble attempt to promote stupidity."
I'm not sure if that was directed to my statement or not. The label really does not matter, it comes down to those who want to be free and left to live their own life and those who want control over others.
I was agreeing with you, free market capitalism works. This is not what we have. Today's combination of government and corporations in an increasingly fascist command, control economy is the bane of freedom. And the insidious root of the problem is a dishonest monetary system that demands ever increasing debt and war.
Debt is war's more subtle cousin.
Anyway, keep shinning your light on the sociopaths, the people are beginning to see.
Hey WB7,
Here's another squid...from 1912 - one year prior to the passage of the Federal reserve Act:
http://noeticlicence.tumblr.com/post/11511537738/cartoon-from-1912-one-y...
Cheers!
Wow, that is a beauty. I had to clean that one up top up. But this one is pristine.
The updated version needs the Supreme Court added to the grip of the squid.
Occupy Wall Street: Anti-Semitic SmearsUN: Israel provokes intl. community
The Real Enemy of the Palestinians
Israel attacks #OWS, plants agent provocateur so they can scream "Anti-Semites!"
Israel will bomb Iranian nuclear power stationsSarko Ducks Paying For Drinks (cheap joo)
70% of Doctors & Nurses Avoid Flu Vaccines
Will False Flag Terror Discredit Protests?
i was watching the live stream last night and some arab guy tried to talk about palestine and he was immediately drowned out and throttled......we can't talk about what is going on over there can we? no we won't go there.......it would be interesting to note who the people were that were controlling the subject content of the public discussion (as if i didn't know already) goes with the territory i am sorry to say....can you say sayanim? i knew you could.........
"If ever a time should come, when vain and aspiring men shall possess the highest seats in Government, our country will stand in need of its experienced patriots to prevent its ruin."
samuel adams...
boys its been too long since i have been home.......
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lF4aeZQtYfA
black keys...
You forgot the last half of the joke:
The economist responded "You must be in politics/management"
"That's right! How could you tell?"
"You don't know where you are. You don't know where you're going. Up until you asked me a question a minute ago you didn't even know me yet now your predicament is all my fault!"
Economists open their mouths and say the things they were schooled to believe, the leaders are the idiots who put that rubbish into action.
Occupy D.C.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTmpoDkY110&feature=email
continuing agent provocateur activity in europe. remember. muslims are bad and israelis are good. just remember that when you see things like this. in the end, in the big picture, who benefits? of course most people will react the way they want you to react. but if you just stop and think about it.......hmmmm.
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/16/world/middleeast/white-house-says-data...
i smell a false flag event coming down the pike........
Murray N. Rothbard said it all in 'Wall Street, Banks, and American Foreigh Policy'. Every concerned American should read this excellent summary of how the Elite families have conspired to control money and the government since corporations came into exisistence in this country.
All elites should categorically be banned from being part of 'Representative' government. Begin by making it illegal for members of any secret society to either be elected to, or appointed to any government position.
First on that list should be the CFR.
Attn: William, it might be instructive to do a presentation on the role of secret societies in our government. John Q and Joe Six-pack should be made aware of exactly who is in control and how they manage their fellow conspirators, friends, wannabes, and minions.
Again thanks for your excellent work which is always worth forwarding . . .
Larry
one yid talking about other yids..............yawn...........
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nB_FQpxFj5E&feature=youtu.be
more rumblez from the front line ......yawn..........is this all you got?
Why you rankin jews ?! Fucking turd! I'm gonna find you.
Hey, people. The Banksters are already doing this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNcz_A2msRU
What will happen when they lockdown the banks like they did in Argentina in 2001 when the sheeple could only ATM some $50 USD per month or some shit like that?
So when are you occupiers going to take your dollars down to the Fed & demand redemption? & occupy the Fed until you get redeemed? & take the blows of the police truncheons?
Will, powerful post ! +1, I root for those youngsters too. Oh, I think it`s my first comment on your posts. Well Done.
Tnx very much. It really is all for the kids isn't it.
Yes, it is, William.
And thanks for sharing the brilliant work.