Monday, September 28, 2009

The Personhood of Corporations

THE PERSONHOOD OF CORPORATIONS

This article by Mark Morford really is essentially what all of us are feeling today; Even those who don't possess the ability to really understand what is going on. Yup, the deathers, the birthers, the teabaggers and the townhallers ALL know that anyone of us on any given day can become a victim of the monster called "The Capitalist System". Please read the whole article to know what Mr. Morford is trying to tell us, especially those who are informationally challenged.
This is a difficult letter to write. by Mark Morford

But it may already be too late. When the Bush Supreme Court makes its decision on the “Personhood of Corporations”...

Links Here:

http://forum.colbertnation.com/tcr/board/message?board.id=politics&thread.id=12732

and

http://www.reclaimdemocracy.org/corporate_speech/cu_v_fec_summary.php

WE WILL NO LONGER BE A DEMOCRACY! FASCISM HERE WE COME. (A system of government that exercises a dictatorship of the extreme right, typically through the merging of STATE and BUSINESS leadership, together with belligerent nationalism.) thinkingblue.blogspot.com

PS: As frightening as becoming a victim of the Capitalist System is, there is even a more shocking event going on right now in the chambers of the Supreme Court. The Bush/Roberts Court is about to give to the greedy corporations the power to gobble up all our freedoms and become the omnipotent POWER over everything and everyone who inhabits this Earth. "The Corporate power to choose who will get elected here in the USA".

This is a difficult letter to write

Of course it will never happen to you. Until it does

By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Stiff joints. Inexplicable pain. Kidney stones. Increased squinting at
the tiny type on the bottle of lubricant. Crow's feet. Too many
gray follicular protrusions. Acute increase in recovery time
required following three glasses of wine, a Martini and perhaps
some rather aerobic sexual escapades the night before. Heavier sighing.

Oh yes, also: dramatic upswing in complexity of personal
relationships, loves, emotional entanglements involving baggage
and exes and cash flow and who's going to sacrifice what for the
sake of a future you're not even sure is the best way to proceed
because no one ever told you it would be like this.

Sound familiar? If not, trust me: it will. Because all of these worldly
delights fall under one category; let's call them the
"unexpected expected" things, those sticky 'n' wicked
life happenstances where you get to say, "You know, I never
thought this would happen to me, not like this, even
though I knew it might happen, eventually. It all used to
seem so far off, so comfortably distant, and now,
well, here it all is. What the hell."

Easy enough, right? Just life, just the way it unfolds, same as it ever was.

Ah, but there's a catch: All the sighing delights I describe above?
Turns out those are the easy ones, the life circumstances you
just have to face down and shrug about before moving on. Because
it turns out there are far stranger, more difficult, more gnarled
and snarled unfoldings waiting for you, prickly life
entanglements that fall under a different category entirely.

Let's call these divine hellbeasts the unexpected unexpected
things, those wicked slaps to the face of your world you truly
never saw coming, mostly because you fully believed you were
immune, well protected, absolutely safe from the slings and
arrows of certain outrageous misfortune because, well, that's the
way you designed it. You thought you had at least a few things
under control, planned out, relatively settled. Right? How cute you are.

Examples? Plenty. Here's just two:

I recently helped a beautiful friend write a very unexpected
"hardship letter" to our very own U.S. government,
pleading with the murky PTB in charge of one of the Obama
administration's new, complicated assistance programs to please,
please, please help her figure out a way to stay in her tiny San
Francisco home, lest she sink far underwater and be foreclosed
upon and have nowhere left to turn.

Turns out my friend is but one of thousands about to be blown to
economic smithereens by what this very SF Chronicle just deemed
the "$30 billion time bomb" set to go off in
just a handful of months. In a nutshell, it involves a certain
kind of adjustable-rate mortgage, one that was set at a
comfortably low rate for many years and which is now set to
increase dramatically, and should it come to pass, will make it
absolutely impossible to afford.

Let me be clear: This is no snickering, "serves you right for
buying a home you couldn't afford" situation. This is not
the typical sub-prime, prey-upon-the-weak-and-the-stupid story.
My friend was not duped, she was not naive and she was not an
idiot. All was well-planned and mapped out, and there was more
than enough income to cover the rate for many years, at which
time the plan was to sell the home before the rate exploded -- a
plan which, even in a soft SF housing market, should've been a
relative snap. The danger was almost nil.

You know what happens next. Implosion, economic meltdown, housing
market collapse, a perfect storm of upheaval and economic shock
we've all been reading about for two years straight. What was
once a safe and well-directed path turned dark and treacherous.

Hence, my friend now finds herself in the bizarre, unwelcome position of
being forced to plead with faceless members of the government for
a bit of help from an obscure program that might, just might,
offer a temporary reprieve, if she can jump through roughly a
thousand bewildering hoops and ever-shifting regulations. What a thing.

Example two: Unbeknownst to most, I myself was felled by the ruthless SF
Chronicle layoff ax not a handful of months back, yet another
casualty of the newspaper industry collapse, laid off from this
very company rather suddenly, only to be immediately re-hired as
a freelancer (read: less pay, no benefits, set adrift after 12 years).

Verily, it was a shock to my system for many reasons, not the least of
which is the fact that I, after all these years and like millions
of Americans of all genders, races and political affiliations,
will soon find myself face to face with the very same merciless,
unaffordable health insurance industry my president is attempting
to make slightly less merciless and unaffordable, right this minute.

In other words, I now find myself in a similar, and similarly
unwanted/unexpected, position as my friend, about to apply to
another government assistance program, a temporary subsidy plan
that could help co-pay some of my COBRA insurance premiums for a
short while, as I try to figure out how to increase my income or
become a drug mule for Mexican cartels or find a full-time
writing gig elsewhere -- which should be a snap, really, given
how wonderfully healthy and wealthy the media world is right now. Ahem.

It all points to the big, obvious, but easily disregarded lesson:
You are not immune. I am not immune. Not merely from the usual
array of funhouse mirrors like aging, cellular degeneration, the
vagaries of time and emotional complication and car payment. That
much you already know. That's the easy stuff.

The real truth is, we are not immune to those very things we were
essentially convinced we were immune from. It's the lesson we try
to avoid at all costs: the more you think you can control even a
fraction of the system and the more you try to block out at least
a few of the potential calamities, the more the system reveals
that it's no system at all, and is actually a slapdash madhouse
tinderbox of careening laws and makeshift rules and barely
controlled chaos no one really understands. Neat!

No matter. We do it anyway. We carefully set up all these
mechanisms, all these banking systems and savings plans and
financial strategies, all these cartoonish religious beliefs and
social contracts and ridiculous tribal allegiances, all to give
us the illusion of stability, the false sense of security and
place. How cute we are.

And we grip these illusions more and more tightly, absolutely
refusing to believe what we already know, deep down: that when
you finally open up your hand, there's actually nothing there.
Ain't it grand?


THE CORPORATION


See all segment of THE CORPORATION here



Let's keep our heads, while we continue to
watch THE THEATER OF THE ABSURD!!!
thinkingblue

1 Comments:

Blogger litlgrey said...

I have "The Corporation" on DVD. Ordered it from Zeitgeist Films up in Canada. I prize my copy VERY highly.

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