Well ok, got an email from The Financial Planning Network expressing their interest in Wealth Bondage, and asking for a link. "We believe that your site's audience will take advantage of the service we provide." Sure, why not?
Video of lawmaker taking boxes of cash. It is not a good thing that some of my colleagues are corrupt, but we ought not to be too hasty in condeming the whole barrel just because a few apples are rotten. On the whole, the current system of Wealth Bondage works very well. My colleague will be punished, proving the system works, and we can all get back to doing Candidia's business.
"Even baby Jesus accepted gifts and I don't believe it corrupted him."
- Rep. Drew Saunders, D-Mecklenburg, in support of an amendment to the
legislative ethics bill that lowers the monetary threshold on gifts
lawmakers may receive from neighbors and state employees.
Some excellent questions on the Author Function, particularly his disappearance. Some say the Author Function will return to lead us out of Wealth Bondage. Michel, have you seen him in heaven, I wonder, face to face, among the immortals? Or is this poor world of signs but all we have? Surely, there is something in The Author Function that did not die, that lives on in all of us, as his legacy? I feel his spirit in me, and above me, watching, listening to every word I say - but maybe that is just Special Agent Morans at the WB National Security Administration. Cecil, please, if you are listening, have mercy on my soul.
Garbology - I would love to pursue it as my area of specialization, but right now I am too busy for Candidia sorting through the billions of phone calls, emails, and paper files she collects each day. Forensic hermeneutics is hot. Just the other day I found Bush's travel schedule in a Dumpster. Tomorrow it could be Osama's. Even world historical figures leave behind subtle clues and traces. It is my job to find the hidden meanings and bring the guilty to justice. Actually Smoky Joe brings them to an extra-judicial court, but I make the necessary case from whatever garbage has been compiled. It is important work. I am proud to serve Wealth Bondage in a role however humble.
Moral clarity? Moonbat homeless person outside the White House keeping a vigil for world peace. Look at her hair. How does she expect to get on TV? Why doesn't she just give a grant for world peace or something like that? That would be a lot easier than living in a box.
Weasledog wakes up, and finds the collar around his neck. Woof woof weaseldog. Not much you can do about Wealth Bondage is there? Might as well enjoy it. Fetch boy!
This "consent of the governed" crap cracks me up. Holland! Do you consent to the market in which you are bought and sold weaseldog? The Market just Is. Sure it is brutal. Get used to it. Winners suck it up. Losers like you complain. Someday you can be a Winner too. Just lick my boots and you will rise in Wealthbondage until you are top dog. Someday you might even be the Decider. But in the end, serve me you will, for there is no outside of Wealth Bondage. I am the fucking hidden hand. Now get your ass back to your cubicle and write my Commencement address that I am giving at Harvard Business School. Make it uplifting and make it snappy. The topic is "The Competitive Advantage of Poor and Stupid People."