Friday, June 24, 2016
The Free Market and God and Adam Smith!
The Respectable Firm
"Another Hopaloo Victory like that and we're outa
business!"
The Old Man always said that, his nurse whispering
assent.
They had returned from the hospice to administer
loyalty oaths concerning The Free Market and God
and Adam Smith!
"Don't need Uncle Sammy's Rule-Boys!"
If Mr Presser had bothered asking, he'd discover
that Hopaloos were a tribe of foreign competitors the
old man's ancestors had once wiped out at a very great cost.
So he showed off by saying it really was a “Carthaginian Victory.”
The nurse immediately fired him!
Too bad. If he had learned anything about the company he'd
have discovered it was possible to know too much.
But that’s a Universal Maxim, no? However eccentric our place
of employment.
The Pressers of this world are too intent on intellectual display
having nothing to do with real business!
Later, Chupsey-the-Survivor wisecracked. “Will one discover
an Invisible Hand under the rugs over that wheelchair?”
“Not usually,” young Hobart sneered, “it’s too busy going
up your ass!”
Labels: "Free" Market, Adam Smith, Capitalism, Invisible Hand, Libertarian
Monday, November 23, 2015
The History of Such Things
Lifting it from the realm of bullshit and religion, Republicans
finally built their SHINING CITY ON THE HILL!
Financed by senior citizens whose Social Security and private
and public pensions were cut in half. And 401Ks expropriated.
They, in turn, formed a very slow-moving army brandishing WW2
carbines, which finally got to Washington.
Where General Honsaart attacked them at various deep-discount
Marriotts at an hour when all in the bathroom. Images of those
lasered on thrones in morning light went quickly viral.
The Shining City was completed, and great ceremonies followed.
Oratory embraced Freedom and the Private Sector and the
Marketplace-Sacrosanct.
When the last National Anthem faded completely–-and sung
conventionally, not in some bebop–-the entire city fell down
all at once. And slid. Enormous pile of various sheens filled
the valley. And acrid smoke.
The Congressional Investigating Committee finally settled
on the word Larceny, which the nation understood.
John Dillinger taken off the ten-dollar bill–-in case you think
that committees accomplish nothing.
Well, Democrats swept back in, White House to Dogcatcher.
Seniors were restored, though an inflation left them about
where they were.
And the onerous 15C Form which heretofore every citizen
had to fill out, was eliminated in favor of an anus probe
which revealed the same information.
But before you scream about being violated, only one
person had to undergo it. Jack L. G. Wantzler of Paramus,
New Jersey stood in of the rest of us. Interlocking
interweaving algorithms then projected the information
for the whole country.
Thus, appearing at ballgames, the New American Hero for
the “New American Century!”–-the latter the Republicans
had been too busy stealing to really create.
Things went stodgily and bureaucratically from thence on,
but it was still America, and citizens were advised to
stay near walls if they ventured out on twilight walks,
especially females.
Labels: "Free" Market, America, Democrat, Dillinger, freedom, Larceny, Marriott, New American Century, New American Hero, Republican, Shining City on Hill
Friday, October 10, 2014
Idealists and Cut-purses.
The Tragic Flaw
The next revolution came too fast.
I had just gotten my uniform tailored.
"Get rid of that pot, you'll be a movie star!"
my supervisor cracked.
Now he's dead, and the uniform's forbidden.
We have to find old clothes, paying dearly
for them.
"This is the first example," laughed Causely.
“Après le Deluge, le Gouge! Therefore we no
longer must mouth Socialist Man! Now it's
Free Market! Doesn't that just give you a tingle?"
"There'll be more. Classes compulsory."
"Can't wait! Hey! This one might last shorter
than the last."
"I've hidden my uniform."
"Shhhh! Just be patient. Their thieves
are undermining them even as we speak.
Their tragic flaw."
Labels: "Free" Market, Left Revolution, revolution, Right Revolution, Socialist Man, thievery, tragic flaw
Monday, June 23, 2014
“Let the Market Decide”
The greasy transaction
is given cachet.
One merely plays
the patsies
playing the odds.
With Stealing next
to God.
Labels: "Free" Market, investment, market, suckers
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
When Rich Beg
to let The Market work!
they mean for them.
If it doesn't, they bribe,
collude, and bully.
And John Q Sucker beams
the screwy propaganda. Hoping
for tips, of course, he's ripped
off encore. Reference Ancient
Irish Vulgate: They piss in
your pocket ‘n tell you
you're sweatin’.
to let The Market work!
they mean for them.
If it doesn't, they bribe,
collude, and bully.
And John Q Sucker beams
the screwy propaganda. Hoping
for tips, of course, he's ripped
off encore. Reference Ancient
Irish Vulgate: They piss in
your pocket ‘n tell you
you're sweatin’.
Labels: "Free" Market, propaganda, rich, ripoff
Friday, July 06, 2012
Market, a Miracle
and self-correcting.
Save when it careens
and self-destructs.
Then brigands beg
of a government
once shoved away.
The miracle: arrogance
in humility.
Labels: "Free" Market
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Yahoo News tells me I
missed a deadly infection
by not buying something
desired, but aimlessly
forgot. How often saved
by fucking up? This
question not admitted
to Horatio Alger sites.
For it’s not time and chance, but
a fanaticism for free markets. Free,
that is, to those screwing you blind.
Labels: "Free" Market, Horatio Alger
