Filthy Money

Filthy Money.

Without it, you are seriously compromised; without it you will most likely be screwed right out of your home/family/health/teeth/life. You must find ways to make money.

Depending on how and by whom you ‘get paid’, you might have to sell your self, your family, your soul. Money puts a price on everything.

 “Well , you’re getting paid, aren’t you?”

 Once you pay someone, they must do whatever you say; you can write off their humanity, their significance, their content; they owe you some part of themselves, because you paid for it:  Money bestows ownership.

I shared a backyard with a man who asked me to look after his garden for a few days – said he’d pay me.  I said I didn’t want pay; I appreciated the garden, and would love to help out.

He told me he wanted it watered each morning.

Now he was a morning person, with a typical morning person’s prejudices; but I am a night person (don’t let the nsa find out – ) and had to work half of the days in question; so I offered to do mornings on some days, and after work on the rest.

He said No; He wanted it done each morning; I wondered why we couldn’t compromise just for those few days; he said it had to be each morning, and that’s why he was going to pay me, because he wanted the job done his way; no compromises, no discussion.

I said “…and that’s why you pay people: so there’s no discussion – “ which led him to install an entire irrigation system, just so he could have his plants watered exactly when he wanted on those few days.

Money is power, right?

Money is reductionary.

When someone pays you, they can wash their hands of you – like blood money:  “We want this amount for killing our brother.” “Deal.”

(Good thing you had enough money, otherwise they’d have to kill you).

How much blood does a paycheck buy?

How much is my blood worth?

How much is my blood worth to me?

At one job I had, there came a time when I said I did not feel my work was appreciated; I was loudly told that I was paid more than some of the others, AND I had Health Insurance!  Wasn’t that enough???

I acknowledged the generosity of that, but said it wasn’t the same thing…

One year, I volunteered for a sort of apprenticeship with a potter.  In exchange for my assistance, he would teach me things, and provide our lunch.

At the time, my shelter was provided, so I was ‘free’ to work for knowledge and food, rather than for money.  If that potter had been a boor who talked to me like I was his piece of shit servant, I was totally free to leave.  He had no hold over me, and no monetary claim to my selfhood.

What we wound up having was a relationship based on mutual agreement, and mutual respect.  Though we were at different points of learning, and I looked to him as a teacher in his craft, I still had the right to be treated as someone of equal value.

Money…filthy stuff.

It sullies everything it touches;

It cheapens and demeans;

It negates the spirit.

***

It was the low drone that stopped me,

like a tamboura, sounding through his small acoustic amp.

It pulled on me like a string,

pulled me back from going through that turnstile,

and said to me: Why hurry?

Why not listen a bit…

 

I stood off to the side,

and despite the flow of people,

I was moved to move…

 

His music was between him and the moon

and the Hearts and Spirits of

whoever would hear;

and I was lucky:

I heard…

 

I fished a paltry dollar out of my wallet,

held it folded tight in my hand,

and remained awhile longer…

 

I didn’t know how deep or far his

music was going to take me –

From I don’t know where,

to nigguns, wailings, my life

someplace,

one place,

cement, grey

woods, stripes, grey

skies, barbed wire…

Just then, I was swept up by

streams of colour reaching into the skies…

And as I danced there, freed from gravity,

the moon came into me, the moon that was

glowing overhead: a waxing fat crescent…

 

Then it all resolved into a single note,

and a pause wide enough for me to

collect myself and walk toward him.

 

By the time I got near,

that piece of paper in my hand

was lint. Meaningless.

What I wanted to give him was

a crackling fire and a bowl of

hearty warmth amidst smiles and laughter.

I surely had no words.

 

He said:

That is the best: When there are

Only eyes and no words.

 

He pointed to the moon,

beaming directly down the stairway

he played at the foot of. I said

I’d seen it in his music.

I babbled fragments about dance, art, writing, feeling…

I would like to say more, some other time.

 

We shared our names.

He said his was from The Land of

Jerusalem; I said There are many

languages in The Land of Jerusalem.

 

Then, the money: burning, withering,

with a purpose, in my hand…

Oh, how vile;

Bringing it up,

Pressing it toward him,

Even touching it near such sacred sounds…

 

He protested;

I, knowing he was right, but knowing

Money is important in this life, said

it would be as if I bought him

a nice warm drink –

 

But his hands were up, and I was

filled with the futility and

potential insult of it, and

so grateful he stopped me;

Stopped me from negating the

Truth of something pure,

something real.

 

The sting of the gesture is hard to shake off.

 

He dissipated the crossed energies by

putting his breath into his instrument,

immersing himself and me and

the moon into music…

 

I stood still and silent,

allowing the tightness in my

chest to release; then curtseyed

and headed home.

As I turned I saw

my little pink card in his box.

 

Money:

Filthy,

filthy stuff.

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Bernie Mad-off-with-the-loot Ponzi Schemer was the Whole Thing in micro; We’ve been being ripped off for centuries, becoming even more enslaved, getting bled dry by these schemers –

as always, personal greed allows people to commit acts they know in their hearts to be evil, to be against niceness to others, to be screwing someone else over;

just look at their cruel faces,  coldhearted eyes,

of course you can’t always tell by externals,

but actions will steer you the way,

sooner or later.

and if they’re acting like heartless assholes,

they probably are

heartless assholes.

Riots in England

Calling these riots and potential riots a “crisis in European Democracy” is such a smoke screen to avoid admitting that it’s a crisis in Capitalism, which is not necessarily Democracy!

It also creates a gateway for something that isn’t Democracy to be brought through – something that perhaps doesn’t involve as much freedom as Democracy without control by the few wealthy might.

Bernie Sanders tells it

Here’s one detail for you:

Last year, Exxon made $19 BILLION in profits, paid $ 0 $ (that’s ZERO $$!) in taxes, AND got $156 Billion, 1-5-6 BILLION dollars in REFUND from the IRS!

More:

Then there are these kinds of absurd tax breaks under the Bush tax credits – if extended, Per Year:

$1.3 million dollars tax break for Rupert Murdoch;

$1.3 million dollars tax break for CEO of JP Morgan Chase J. Diamond;

$785 thousand tax break CEO of Citigroup V. Pandit;

$713 thousand tax break for Former CEO of Bank of America Ken Lewis;

$813 thousand tax break for CEO of Wells Fargo John Stumpf;

$926 thousand tax break for J. Mack of Morgan Stanley;

and so on…

Versus, $250 measly dollars proposed one time for Seniors and Vets, DENIED by Republicans!

and:

People who make a living on capital gains will pay less tax than firemen, teachers, police officers!

From 1980-2005, 80% of all income in this country went to the top 1% – the richest 1%!

Did you know that many CEOs are making 300, that’s 300 times more than their workers!

– that’s $250 a week for you, and $75,000 a week for them

NOBODY SHOULD MAKE $75,000 A WEEK! NOBODY!

Tell me one thing that someone on this planet does that is worth that kind of money!!!!!

Meanwhile, the corporations – who are now people and can buy congress, in secret – own almost everything;

for instance:

4 – that’s 4 – companies – Bank of America, JP Morgan, Chase, and CitiGroup, (maybe also Wells Fargo?) own 1/2 of ALL mortgages, and 2/3 of ALL credit cards – and, while they got bailed out at interest rates like 1.1%, most people now pay minimum 20% interest, some up to 79%!!!!

And did you know that 3 out of 4 of these institutions – that were “too big to fail”, so we HAD TO bail them out – are now BIGGER THAN BEFORE THE BAIL OUT!!??!!:

Wells Fargo:  43% Bigger;

JP MorganChase:  51% Bigger;

Bank of America:  138% BIGGER!

using billions from the FED to buy out other corporations!

And these institutions now own over half of the assests of the GDP of America!!!!

ARE YOU PISSED OFF YET????

Did you further know that while we “bailed out” all the banking institutions here, we also bailed out the state owned Bank of Bavaria for $2.2 billion, and the Arab Banking Corporation in Bahrain for $23 billion, with interest rates of 1/4 of 1%?  And we bailed out Toyota and Mitsubishi to the tune of $5 billion; AND extended $350 billion to the Bank of Japan! AND: $40 billion to the Bank of South Korea?!?!

How are you doing this Holiday Season?

watch this 13 mins:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5OtB298fHY

Better yet, watch/listen to Bernie’s entire filibuster on cspan:

http://cspan.org/Watch/Media/2010/12/10/HP/A/41779/Sen+Sanders+Held+a+Tax+Cut+Filibuster.aspx

Even if you just leave it on in the background you’ll get the facts in between your ears, and you’ll be well armed! AND SO ANGRY!

We ALL need to STAND UP!!!! Or We most Certainly will DROWN!
We cannot allow this unbridled greed, immorality, unfairness and exploitation to continue!   We can’t allow these corporations, the manipulative people behind their banners, and the heartless heedless isolated rich to sell our country out and bring us to ruination!  All of our futures are at stake, as is the idea of whatever dream has ever been possible here –

And Bernie is in his 70s!  Who’ll tell it when he’s gone???

!LET’S FIGHT!  Call, Write, Make NOISE!


* Bernie Sanders and Howard Dean 2012!!!! *