"Wall Street" Explained

"Follow the Money."  That's almost always a sound course of action if you want to know what's really going on. And where it leads, far too often, is into the heart of darkness collectively known as "Wall Street."  A term that also includes people like the Koch Brothers, Exxon, Wal-Mart, or any Mega-Mega enterprise.  Somewhere, in the center of those entities are clones of the author of this confessional piece, or a variant thereof. As near as I can tell, reading this, the author is not a sociopath.  So, there's clearly hope for him that his epiphany, his moment of grace, will stick, and he will be able to save his soul.  But for the sociopathic money addict, alas, there will never be a moment of grace.  That's what makes them so dangerous to civilized life.  Or, with climate change already upon us, so utterly deadly to life on this planet.

Follow the money.  Follow the money addict. Always.  At the link below. 

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/01/19/opinion/sunday/for-the-love-of-money.html?nl=todaysheadlines&emc=edit_th_20140119

Another View

Chris Boyle, a friend of mine who lives up north, wrote the following in response to the recent Colorado slaughter and I am posting this with permission.  There is so much that can be said about this issue, so many questions that can be asked, so much that can be done. If only . . . 

Violence in America: The Enemy Within!

The Denver Theater, Trayvon Martin, Gabrielle “Gabby” Giffords, Virginia Tech, Columbine . . . why do we continue to gun down people in movie theaters, urban projects, suburbs, grocery stores, schools and universities? Is killing innocent men, women and children part of the “American Way”?  The answer, unfortunately, seems to be "yes."  It’s true that "guns don't kill people, people kill people," but it's also true that it's significantly easier for people to kill people if they use guns.

The depth of the commitment to the right to own fire arms means that we're not going to see the end of guns on sale at Wal-Mart, and local sporting stores, any time soon.  In fact the opposite is true.  Just last year the retail giant decided to resume the sale of guns to attract more male buyers and revive its appeal as a “one-stop shopping” destination.  I bet that if you listen closely, you can hear, “Honey, can you pick up some diapers and milk at the store?  And while you’re there, can you pick up a Remington 12-gauge shot gun?

Yes, our culture has taught us that there’s not much of a difference between diapers and guns.  Violence is as American as Mom’s apple pie.  The recent tragedy at the suburban Denver multiplex theater brings this into sharp focus.  As the new and highly anticipated Batman release from Warner’s, "The Dark Knight Rises” played on the screen, a gunman dressed in black and wearing a helmet, body armor and a gas mask entered the theater from a side door and stood there – his shape outlined by the streetlights outside the door. According to witnesses, so blurred was the division between fantasy and reality, that some of the audience thought that the killer was part of a promotional stunt for the movie.

 

Like nearly all superhero films made today, the movie has several violent scenes of public mayhem. In which criminals and murderers target innocent citizens and the police.  In one scene, the villain Bane leads an attack on the stock exchange and, in another, leads a shooting and bombing rampage on a packed football stadium, much like the multiplex theater.  One law-enforcement official on the scene said that the 24-year-old grad student, suspected of murdering 12 and leaving 59 others injured during a midnight screening, "had his hair painted red...he was the Joker."  Can the violence in “Dark Knight Rises” or Batman video games be blamed for this?

Yes, I think they’re a big part of the problem.  To be clear, the guns used by students, or gangs, or unhinged, delusional individuals have certainly killed people.  However, that’s only half of the story.  The real truth is closer than you think.  They are our kids who have been fed an endless stream of violent video games, music, movies and prescription psychotropic drugs. It is well known that many of the student mass murderers were being prescribed mind-altering psychiatric drugs. T.J. Solomon, the 15-year-old from Conyers, Georgia who shot six classmates in May 1999, was on Ritalin; Eric Harris, 18 years old, the Columbine killer, was being prescribed the anti-depressant Luvox; and Kip Kinkel, the 15-year-old from Springfield, Oregon who killed both parents, two schoolmates, and wounded 20 other students on May 21, 1998, was being prescribed Prozac, one of the most widely prescribed among the anti-depressants.

It’s also about Baby-Boomers, members of my generation who have abandoned their families and divorcing in record numbers.  One of the unfortunate legacies of the “Me Generation” are these overly prescribed, often spoiled, unsupervised and undisciplined children who have learned the being disrespectful is cool.  Raised with a sense of entitlement, many are also angry because they can’t find jobs in a down economy, and need a focus and outlet for their rage.  The most troubled end up as “Stone- Cold Nintendo Killers,” but in many ways, they are victims too.  It’s worth noting that the gunman in Denver was only 24 years of age and the 4 weapons, 6,000 rounds of ammo and SWAT protective gear he used were all legally purchased. 

These are some of the real issues informing our “gun-toting” culture of violence.  It’s true that "guns don't kill people, people kill people," but it's also true that it's significantly easier for the angry and alienated among us to kill people if they use guns.

 Chris Boyle

Carmel, CA

Is Michael Moore Getting Tired?

Well, who could blame him? His movie “Sicko” spelled out the medical insurance company scams and how thoroughly they owned Congress and now the American people are watching that game unfold in all it’s glory and they sit there doing nothing, apparently unaware that they’re about to get hosed so that insurance companies can make more money off their backs.

Now, in his new film, “Capitalism: A Love Story,” he spells out how the Bank Of The U.S. was robbed in broad daylight, with the foxes firmly in control of the chicken coop. And even after the big heist, the foxes who robbed the bank are STILL running the chicken coop. And, once again, the American people will watch this film and do nothing. Michael seems to realize he’s on a fool’s errand for he closes this movie with a disheartened comment that he can’t do this any more; the audience now has to get off it’s butt and do something for themselves.

Which, of course, won’t happen. The people who go see this movie already know about the scam, while the very people who really, really NEED to see this movie, won’t go. They’ll be at home (or in a homeless shelter) watching “Dancing With Washed Up Stars And Disgraced Politicos." Or showing up at faux AstroTurf Tea Bag rallies yelling about Obama as Hitler, then go out and campaign for the same thieves who happily are picking their pockets even as they wave their protest signs around.

It really is an amazing phenomenon. When did Americans get both stupid and spineless? Where we used to have a Don’t Tread On Me prickliness, a Missourian Show Me truculence, an Everyman both looking out for himself AND his neighbor, we now have either rapacious sociopathy or beaten-down “victims” – “peasants” who accept their crummy lot as nothing less than their just due. (Indeed, as Moore shows, many ginormous blue-chip companies are secretly taking out life insurance policies on their employees, privately referring to them as “peasants.” When the “peasant” dies, the company gets a hefty payback. And I’m not talking about insuring a key, top employee whose unexpected death would create a financial liability for the company. No, we’re talking about Wal-Mart “associates.” Low level employees. And when this “peasant” working for Wal-Mart dies, and leaves her family with hundreds of thousands in medical bills, Wal-Mart, one of the richest companies in the world, gets a few hundred thousand in insurance payout on that dead peasant. It’s such a sweet deal. And Lord knows, Wal-Mart needs the money, doesn’t it?

That’s the kind of culture we’ve created and cling to with such fierce strength. Grover Norquist is alive and well and clearly has become the philosopher king of our age: All liabilities and costs go to the Public; all profit goes to the smallest possible number of (tax free) hands. It’s Gospel. And it’s all ours. And, clearly, we love it.

Which only begs the question: Why?