Friday, February 16, 2018
The One
The quintessential work of Capitalism
remains FIVE WHO DARED!
Four have left us, and bitter wives
and children.
The fifth transcends.
Aldo "Monds" Carachiolia!
He extorted his mother on her deathbed.
Comprises The Hall of Fame for now.
Labels: Capitalism, greed, human cost, personal lives
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Children with flies on their faces
Quickest example of Capitalism I can give you?
Children with flies on their faces.
In Africa, other hellholes?
Some here.
Labels: Africa, Capitalism, children in poverty, disease, flies
Monday, January 09, 2017
The Reinvention of the Wheel Goes Not At All
-When I finally got up to the front of the
line, a Sears' lady gave me a shirt and
their apologies. Hokie Kennedy, the hockey
guy? Last line they introduced.
-Capitalism's last slap-shot to your balls!
-Not quite. I'll be able to use the old Sears
card in Dillards, Kohls, and...one other.
-Thus does the despised system prosper in
adversity. Like a huge bag of shit you punch
to exhaustion!
-I've stopped. Shoulders tired, arms tired,
the whole works ready for a gin and tonic!
-You're done!
-Just about! Why am I happy?
-That's the whole goal! Make you just nuts
enough.
-Look! Karl Freakin Marx, I got a shirt!
Every system tends towards Tyranny!
Government the very worst! I go with the
one gives me a shirt!
-Slave! Slave mentality.
-Oh Massa! Buy Old George a tie, now, for
funerals?
-YOU’RE THE REASON SOCIALISM FAILS HERE!
-Would you like my autograph?
Labels: bankruptcy, Capitalism, Marx, Sears, Slavery, socialism, tyranny
Thursday, October 27, 2016
The Passing Parade
-What's it like to get really old?
-Overwhelming. Things you
squirts take in stride.
-Oh yeah? Then I need more
practice, such as the hole
I work in is moving to Indonesia.
-Givebacks didn't work?
-We stopped with wives and children.
-Then why not go to Indonesia? That forty
cents an hour really stretches there.
What do they eat anyway?
-I don't know, but not enough.
-Hey! Better yet, take fifty here in hard
negotiation, and the vaunted Capitalists
will stay!
-Best idea you've ever come up with!
-Become a...
-Happy Pig!
-Skinnier version.
Labels: Capitalism, givebacks, Indonesia, offshoring, Race to Bottom, wages
Friday, September 09, 2016
Divvy, American Style
Some screaming fatalities. In roped-off sections.
Remedy most went for: "Black Juice."
Actually, water and old newsprint.
Hanley Z Halburt, publisher of innumerable suburban shoppers tried for fraud.
A plea agreement brought settlements. Up to
two million for Marks of Income, McDonald’s coupons the rest.
Labels: American Capitalism, Capitalism, Justice, legal favoritism, litigation, Unequal Justice
Friday, July 29, 2016
Starting
Cyber Wags
-Behemoths merge!
-Well, one buys 'tother.
-CEOs in conceptual pingpong
on a screen near you.
-Buzzwords.
-Subtext?
-Life is absurd!
-A start.
-The Tower of Babel constantly rebuilding.
-Necessary, for a sensible voice to get through?
-But, so so rarely!
-Story of History!
-What an expensive project!
-Oh, I don’t know. It exists so we can work.
-All HAIL! then?
-Sporadically.
Labels: acquisition, big money merger, Capitalism, cyber, Economics of Size, expensive, Tower of Babel
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
Friday, April 22, 2016
Competition: An American Story
kids, and traveled to the Great-Great-Grandparents.
Clint had lost another job, and we presented an
appearance most bedraggled.
“Well, is this it?”
“Not even close!” And they bragged of the privations of
the Great Depression.
the Great Depression.
We knew the next visit would be the last.
Their age.
Their voices, then, are feeble.
We show ourselves in clothes from Low Threads, a charity outfit.
“Is this it?”
“Yes.”
Labels: American Capitalism, Capitalism, Charity, Financial Depression, Great Depression, unemployment
Monday, January 18, 2016
MYSTERY DEATH OF WHEELCHAIR
The Federal Government outsourced most of its
work to the Dresden-Solliday Corporation, but I
didn't see any change, at least in my unfolding
experience that day.
Runaround then, runaround now.
After the fifth office, a round man, silky gray,
coiffed, manicured, DS-USA badge containing
tiny depictions of American flags.
"Are you the person looking for Bellsome Narraway?"
Said I was.
“May I ask the nature of your inquiry?”
“Personal.”
“Well this is a Dresden-Solliday US Government
Installation. It is therefore a workplace. According
to USDS regulations...!”
I told him Mr Narraway was homeless. And I
had evidence that he lived and worked there.
“That's impossible! Oh I'm so horribly horribly busy!
But...I'm authorized to make an exception. Tomorrow.
You're to stay at DSUS Hilton tonight as our guest.
It's quite lovely.”
He evidently held memories of its restaurant meals.
No complaints. And the next mid morning a very
luxurious bus appeared. The driver was strapped in
with his wheelchair and was quite jolly.
Appearing. He never spoke.
Mozart's The Abduction From the Seraglio played,
with interweaving patriotic songs.
We spend an hour negotiating the potholes of a rusty
old refinery.
I’m the only passenger, though iPads fall down at
every seat.
Mine says. Welcome to the Dresden-Solliday USA
Corporation. Please help us evaluate our service.
Only one question: Driver was a) Unfailingly
Helpful...all the other responses are ghosted out,
so I naturally check a.
When I do, the iPads, including mine, suck back
into the ceiling.
And the bus stops, the driver rolling off, an immense
submarine sandwich in his lap.
At the parking lot, and my car.
So I leave.
Unfortunately, the driver, searching for a decent
spot to eat his monster sandwich, gets lost in the lot’s
furthest reaches.
Waylaid then by a quartet of starving juveniles, who
incorporate him in their play.
All the while inhaling the ripped-apart sandwich, they
knock over the wheelchair several times, stealing its battery.
Abandon him, and chair, pre-natal in a muddy area of soda
cans, some glinting from scrub bushes.
Couldn't possibly crawl out of such terrain.
A cell left to him, but they have taken its battery also.
I become the number one suspect in MYSTERY DEATH
OF WHEELCHAIR–-the news-sites omit the victim's name,
but no one had taken mine either. The Hilton registered
me as Teddy Roosevelt, their little joke.
Law Enforcement finds me anyway, and a bureaucratic
nightmare...does not begin.
They take my statement in my kitchen, and assure me
that’s the end of it.
Though one political party later wants me to testify
anonymously of the vicious incompetence of the other.
I refuse. Not partial to the newly-favored Bag On the
Head look. Even the Ralph Lauren’s.
Labels: bureaucracy, Capitalism, government, juvenile delinquent, outsourcing, Ralph Lauren, wheelchair
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
No Man Is An Island?
The Wave
Ernst could take it no longer!
Wages cut in half and all vacation
time cancelled.
Time to speak out! He was a bit
of a parliamentarian, and found
the obscure provision in the
Employee Handbook that enabled
a single worker to call a meeting.
Couldn’t leave anything to chance,
of course, so phoned all he could
to get promises of support, and
hear the individual grievances he
could get expressed at the right
moment.
The Board sent the CEO, first occasion
he was actually caught working.
Ernst rose, and swayed, and began speaking.
The whole surrounding audience seemed
to leap chromatically.
But he calmed down to deliver his prepared
remarks, mostly to the effect that too
many rights had been viciously stripped!
There were places where he invited other
comments. There were none.
“So it seems,” CEO laughed, alone on the stage,
“that we have a Revolution of One!”
The audience around Ernst joined the laughter
as if their life depended on it.
Then abruptly stopped as the CEO hissed:
“And in this time of serverest danger to
The Nation!”
Ernst’s test then was not to look ashamed.
Not a hint! as he finished strongly to
vast, vast silence. Can silence groan?
When he was alone in his cubicle, with
just the guard helping him gather his
things, individuals dropped by to tell him
why they couldn’t risk...etc etc.
Only Broadwell told the truth. “I didn’t help
because I'm a coward. I watched that
squealing little pisser berate you and
did nothing!”
The guard informed the crying man: “Enough!”
One woman allowed in, and she imparted
that all the women thought of it as just
another male folly.
Ernst went to his car escorted by the
guard carrying the box.
A bicycle stood there, a long legal notice
taped thereon.
The guard helped him secure the box to the
handlebars with the tape, and Ernst shoved
the notice down his shirt.
The bike proved to have an eccentric front
wheel, delighting everyone in the town
who saw him. Most waved.
Labels: Capitalism, CEO, employee meeting, firing, rebellion, stacked deck, vacation, wages, workers' rights, workplace
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
The Art of War
and they is us
Winter of our discontent
insists Candidate N
in the fifteenth year
of the war to save us from...
we’d all forgotten.
Candidate B singing
Happy Days Are Here Again!
Meaning round the corner
where Spring could be.
Buds and all that good shit!
The Enemy wishes to field
a contender but the President
maintains we haven’t sunk that low
to the contender for contender.
Lower than a snake’s belly!
he ruralates.
The hicks go forever ecstasy
over their own. We have guns!
they shriek. Wanting in.
The army stays Professional!
stresses General Mulcahy,
waving his Art of War.
The Libertarian Candidate
proposes a flat tax,
flatter than Aunt Tillie’s Tits
re the country song.
We tried that and it’s shit!
the Enemy chimes in
and is escorted out.
The Socialists blame the bedlam
on Capitalism, but can’t
find an argument
that sticks. The FBI has been hunting
arguments in order to butter up
all sides. They’d arrest the damn
Enemy, but he’s too well-connected.
Labels: "enemy", Capitalism, enemy, fatigue, FBI, Libertarian, long war, Socialist, war
Monday, August 17, 2015
Very American Frontier
The Professor answered all such vulgarity with “Not recently.”
But the rough miners continued to deal this dirty coin. Drunk.
Wives, fed up, started a church. There, a circuit preacher
gave The Word.
It became the only social center, and the women cooked
and baked, and prepared dishes other ways each week.
To an enormous surplus, food spilling out of the small
building into the roadway,
The men tromp through it on their way to the mine.
Singing, rather screaming, of one, Fifi, who wouldn’t...
at first.
On their return, blackly cursing her and wives and all else.
Labels: anti-women, Capitalism, Chinese, Church, food, mining, social, West, women
Wednesday, April 01, 2015
In Another Country
-You have the right office, but the wrong country!
-Where have I been?
-I was about to ask.
-Touring England with a Beatles Tribute band.
-Which are you? They never had a Boris Karloff.
-I'm in the business end. And aren't you exaggerating
somewhat? A Brad Pitt I'm not, but...
-We'll put Boris on your license. No use using real names
just yet. New country and all.
-And starting crookedly?
-The more things change...
-What will this cost me?
-A dinner. Your money will only be stolen down the line.
-Ah hah! Girls still wanna have more fun?
-You got that right! Now put on your best Boris Karloff smile
while I snap a few digital beauties. I'll put it on the UN Approved Form, laminate same.
-Didn’t they go home after the referendum?
-Nope. Partying on! At any rate, they imported a French restaurant,
and we'll go there. There's nothing else in this shithole.
-Excuse YOUR French?
-No apology for accuracy.
-Bye the bye, why does it REALLY stink so?
-They closed the State Meatpacking Plant. Not too carefully.
-Another triumph of Socialism?
-Actually, was run by an American firm. So, Triumph of
Capitalism!
-They're running neck and neck.
-And, after dinner, what? Movie, Boris?
-I don't know. I guess. We're playing on an entirely new
field here!
-We'll make it familiar.
Labels: Beatles, Boris Karloff, Capitalism, date, Motor Vehicles, referendum, socialism, UN
Friday, March 20, 2015
Dream Tactic
Varieties of Lying Experience
-I guess the moral question is can you trust someone who
lies in dreams?
-Let’s jettison the dream part! I don’t wanna show off my
two-bit psychology just now. Maybe the moral part too.
At any rate, what happened?
-Lorkie screaming “I SENT you verification on that!”
-“Well I never GOT it!” I lied.
-Okay, okay, that’s the Self-Preservation Lie. Real question
is how many share it?
-Whole department.
-Whole department lying? Triumph of Capitalism!
-Somebody’s gonna get fired!
-A necessary component! But, let’s recap: We have the
Self-Preservation Lie and the Social Lie together. Yeah, they
can’t let you get away with that!
-I’LL be fired?
-Most likely. They’ll trap you into lying again. With witnesses,
your former friends. Then beef up the discharge report with
additional Creative Writing.
-What can I do?
-Stick a fork in yourself: you’re done!
-In the dream or life?
-There’s a difference? But you can do what Bipsey Hockney did,
some sort of voodoo delivered Mr Cato the flu for a week. When
the obnoxious prick came back, thirsting to perform Management’s
dirtiest tricks, Bipsey fell through the cracks. So let’s hear it for
Incompetence!
-My only hope?
-Has never failed me!
Labels: business, Capitalism, firing, incompetence, lying, Lying in Capitalism, office, prevalence of prevarication, Self-preservation lie, Social Lie
Wednesday, March 04, 2015
System(s)
Property
-When it was decreed that everyone own land,
some purchased just a few square feet.
-Largely symbolic?
-You can say that again! Just enough room for him
to stand, but John Q has the harrowing fantasy that
someone wants to take it away!
-Thus, arguments?
-Add shootings and wars!
-Therefore, Property is evil!
-Nonsense! The System will work admirably if
everyone just calms down.
-You could say that for any System.
-And will.
Labels: arguments, Capitalism, property, shootings, socialism, system, violence, war
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Couldn’t Be Shorter
-How’s that anti-virus?
-Just got it, and popups asking me to renew.
-Hurried Capitalism. We call it Rush to Fuck.
Labels: anti-virus, Capitalism, popups, virus
Wednesday, October 08, 2014
Retread
-I can let you go, or you can become one
the kids again. At a fifth of the salary.
-I'll do it! Gwen has saved.
-You'll be treated like shit.
-Looking forward to it!
-Welcome to Capitalism where they grind
your balls off!
-That's just reality. I'm encouraged!
-And after reading all that shit in the business
press about indomitable spirit, here I thought
it was only for CEOs!
Labels: Capitalism, fired, layoff, pay reduction, retread, survivor
Monday, October 06, 2014
I dreamt I saw Jim Fisk last night
Colorado Schoolboard retreats on a History
exalting Heroes of Free Enterprise.
That vast thrust of grease.
Thus, anyway, does Right fail again in its
lecturing the undeserving Help from the
Country Club porch.
Hop over to Utah, meet Joe Hill. Go early: he’s
coming off the Graveyard Shift.
Labels: Capitalism, Colorado, Free Enterprise, ignorance, Jim Fisk, Joe Hill, Right, Utah
Monday, September 01, 2014
Labor Day!
-Yeah, and every vicious Righty hater of working people
will suddenly find a union member in his brutal tribe.
“And my cousin, Hipp Eskew of Bakers’ Union Local 97,
has given many a delicious cake to all sorts of celebrations!”
-It’s miraculous!
-I don’t know. Look in a family you don’t know whatever
you’ll find.
Labels: Capitalism, hatred of working people, Labor, Labor Day, Union
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Rocco and Half-Cyber Clucky
-Still pulling your hair out, Clucks?
-I put up any website and immediately get tabs all across
the top. Then one of them elbows out my original choice.
-What do they say?
-Everything, but mostly “Your computer is corrupted!
Click here to clean it. Free trial! After, we'll fuck you
through every available orifice.”
-Lay tech on Capitalism and you get even more
criminal filth.
-(sings) and the home...of the...brave.
Search Rocco on this site. He has asserted often,
and would be labeled a disgrace by George Babbitt.
Labels: Capitalism, computer corruption, cyber, Cyber Capitalism, internet ads, popups
