You may or may not have noticed a post by Phil (the do-gooder who worked here awhile back as a volunteer ghostwriter) in which he recounts his recent visit to WB. Reminds me a good deal of Dr. Johnson's occasional essays in which he meets various fictional figures, such as Dick Minim on the course of his rambles. I mention this because I consider Phil's recent post a landmark in English Prose, and attribute it to my work with Phil while he was in the employ of WB, and I was serving as Chief Adjunct. I would like to think I have had no little salubrious influence on his prose, though according to Tutor, his timidity and good manners are a ringing indictment of a liberal arts education. How, asks Tutor, will we clear the world of knaves with such wimps in positions high and low? Better that Phil had never been born than to make such a mockery of the virile plain style. He sounds like some pompous, thin-skinned, sanctimonious, over-educated ass who works for the Ford Foundation or Council on Foundations. He could pass for some pseudo-intellectual scumbag in a think tank. A few years in a Dumpster would toughen him up. Begging for scraps would give him a whole new appreciation for philanthropy.
Tutor can be forgiven his bile. Envy of my and Phil's education. But I can say with certainty that in his recent post Phil demonstrates a command of the conversational middle-style, as it comes down to us in the tradition of Horace, Dryden, Dr. Johnson, Addison and Steele, that is unequaled since the early work of E.B. White. WB's loss is Giftub's gain.
Wealth Bondage is pervasive, the horizon within which postmodern life, in every aspect, appears to us as a Market. Wealth Bondage is:
A Bondage Bordello owned and operated by Mistress Candidia Cruikshanks
A TV Show hosted by Chastity Powers
A Law Firm or a Think Tank run by Smoky Joe
A Private School for the Gifted starring Miss Proctor, WB 'O3
A Dumpster, home of the Happy Tutor and his faithful companion, the formerly hegeomonic WASP, Dick Minim.
One Nation Under God Indivisible run by Pony Boy and other public servants.
Wealth Bondage is a real as an erection, or a paycheck, and as phantasmatic as a Brand or a Celebrity. WB is a study in wealth and power. A fable, allegory, or just-so story. WB is the story of our lives, a series of posts by Fools and Knaves chronicling our collective descent into Barbarism, and the joy of it. WB is The Praise of Folly. A Beggars' Opera. A pan-sexual Cabaret in the Age Terror. WB is the where Goat dances for his own skin. WB is an Empire.
WB is Bordello with many Bondage Scene Rooms available for role-play with all the attendant props: Teacher/student, Parent/child, Executive/secretary, Wealth Holder/politician, Priest/pentient.
Wealth Bondage is a Corporation. A Brand. WB is the failure of our collective imagination. WB is a metaphysic, a secular religion, a mass psychosis; WB is the product of propaganda.
WB is Carnival, a Mardis Gras, and a party that never ends. WB is porn ography, poetry, and philosophy. WB is for pointy-headed intellectuals, Rapture Ready Christians, Brand Builders, World Beaters, High Achievers, and Ultra High Net Worth Individuals. WB is a Gang Blog, a Personal Blog, a Political Blog, an Art Blog, and a vast morass.
WB is Spanking Site. WB is one of the top Bondage sites in Google. WB is one of the top Wealth sites in Google too. WB promotes Philanthropy and Civic Engagement.
The purpose of WB is to hold the mirror up to nature, particularly to the reader's own hyena face. The purpose of WB is to delight and instruct, through the infliction of pain and pleasure. WB is where pain becomes pleasure, and the beatings never end.
WB is a Masquerade, a Mummer's Dance, a Festival of Fools. Carnival comes but once a year. Wealth Bondage is now and forever. There is no "outside of Wealth Bondage."
WB is a pervert's paradise, a sign of the times, an indication of moral collapse, an indictment of American Education, and a going concern with operations worldwide. WB is a faint signal of hope, pulsating through the Galaxies. WB Inc is A Commons wholly owned by Candidia Cruikshanks. WB is Call to Action. WB is warning. WB is an Epistles to the Americans. A satire in the spirit of Martial, Juvenal an Horace. WB is the revenge of lanaguage upon those who have abused her. WB is a dangerous mutation.
WB is nonpartisan. Speakers are drawn from all walks of life.
This guy really pisses me off. Barking lunatics? He calls my President, a barking lunatic? I will hang his butt on a barbed wire fence and roast his cojones like marshmallows over an open fire. Lunatic? I'll show you lunatic!
Kojin Karatani's Transcritique introduces a startlingly new dimension to Immanuel Kant's transcendental critique by using Kant to read Karl Marx and Marx to read Kant. In a direct challenge to standard academic approaches to both thinkers, Karatani's transcritical readings discover the ethical roots of socialism in Kant's Critique of Pure Reason and a Kantian critique of money in Marx's Capital.
See also this account of New Associationist Movement (NAM) founded by Karatani on the principals of gift and barter as an alternative to market exchange, or Wealth Bondage.
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Matrullo: It's probably just my age -- when I came in. When I see a blog "empowered" by a corporation, I do not see a blog. This has nothing in particular to do with the integrity of the individual producing it. Some are doubtless worth reading. But they feel like they belong to some other genre.
Tom would be more than happy to blog for $2.00 a post, if he could find a buyer. If he gives it away there has to be a reason. I bid 5 cents a post, up to a daily quota of 5. Save me having to outsource WB to China.