The United States of America: The Land of the Scam.....

[Aviation Pro]

...really, seriously, is every large corporation just a crime syndicate, each one of them a bait-and-switch if not an outright criminal enterprise (although protected from prosecution because they lobbied their partners in crime, Congress and the media, into writing the laws to protect crime)?

Once the President gets done with health care one of the next projects that his administration should focus on is reversing the law that makes a corporation a person and then hold accountable the criminals who run corporations.

[ixion]

1. yep, pretty sad

for all this talk about small business being the backbone, it's really the international corps that call the shots.

[formercia]

2. If corporations are persons

then they should be subject to the death penalty if they case someone's death by willful disregard for public safety.

[Vidar]

3. Thieves rUS.

[GreenArrow]

4. "There's a sucker born every minute"

Everything is viewed through the lens of profitability. In God we trust indeed; those gods are Mammon and Moloch.

[mitchum]

5. UHA (United Hucksters of America)

[Gregorian]

6. For some reason I thought of this when I read your post

Well, there is a train of thought behind it. I was reading a blog about someone building a house in the Scottish Highlands. I felt like dying when I read how beautiful a place it is. But along the way, he posted about some guy who showed up (this is the middle of nowhere) acting like he was selling something. But instead it ended up he was just scoping the place out. What could he steal?


"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"


I always come back to the twisted notion of rugged individualism. Maybe not twisted as much as outdated. After all, how can 7 billion be rugged and individual? We're not individuals any more. We're part of a group. A very large group. Which makes us even less individual, and more a part.

Am I blabbing any sense at all? I'm half awake.