I don’t know what these blogs accomplish, I don’t even know if they matter or if anyone will even ever read them or care if they do.
As citizens of the United States we are bombarded with so much media disgorgement each day that it is difficult for us to even have a conversation with another person, much less openly speak about what is on our minds and in our hearts.
I am a well educated person, holding multiple masters degrees in practical business oriented fields, but evenso it does not matter, I am a commodity like the rest of us, because all of us have become nothing but commodities, are nothing but commodities.
Labor you see is a commodity, it is openly traded on the stock market, all you have to do is purchase shares in Labor-Ready or any of the other hundreds of time-selling organizations, and you will have ownership of people’s time. The Writers of In-Time staring Justin Timberlake and his beautiful mother have tried to open the public’s eyes to the fact that to the financiers, globalists, and tycoons we, each of us is worth nothing more than our output, than the economic gains that are represented by the numbers on a piece of paper.
Everytime I open a can of corn, I think of the corn futures index and then think of myself, everytime I eat rice I think of the rice futures index and I realize that I personally am a commodity because labor is a commodity. I do not blog often, because I do not want to add to the cacophony of voices that scream from every computer, television and bill-board. I sometimes wonder if Wall Street is the rutting whore of Babylon of legend? Do you suppose it is? But that is just a passing thought.
I grew up hard, not as hard as many because my father was a mid-level sales manager, but harder than others because he lost his job and my family went from upper-middle class to lower-lower class. I do not like to label people in such a manner, but it is the Truth. My parents always provided for us and refused any and all government services, so we got just enough clothes and food each month. It is a difficult thing for a child of single digits to know that his family is one of the poorest in America, so when I read about suicide rates across the US going up at an alarming rate I fully understand what they are going through.
Regardless of your level of consumership you are likely to be in the same boat as most Americans. Mortgaged to your eyeballs, running on a treadmill of working and spending. Sure you have more expensive toys, but if you got sick or injured and were out of work for 5 years, you’d be getting eviction notices along with the rest of us.
I graduated right as America’s 3rd great depression happened, just as the supports on the 9/11 towers appeared to have been blown, so too were the supports on the American economy, and all that money sloshed into the coffers of those who were ready and waiting. Insider trading is illegal unless you’re a Central banker, a banker president, a governor, or a member of the executive branch. Have you ever heard the term Who watches the watchers? It is from Roman times, after the Emperor created a personal guard, the Praetorians to protect him someone asked, perhaps Caesar himself, Who watches the watchers? The President of the United States has two military units who answer to only him, the Secret Service and the CIA. With all of that power, you would think he would be able to do something as simple as keep unemployment below 5% or even 1%, but no, with all of his aggrandized power, President Obama has not managed to US citizens employed. It would make you wonder what he is doing up there until you hear of bills being passed that take away Net Neutrality, that make it illegal to talk on a phone in the car, that make it illegal to do more and more things.
And so I say, Just An Inch, it is all that we have until they take even that. Each day our Freedom is eroded more, each day they take just a tiny bit you and what are you left with? Just An Inch.
America is the most free country in the world, until you get your property tax bill, until you turn on your tv with media pundits who are paid by corporate shills, until you turn on your computer with a surveillance camera staring at you, until you step out your door onto your lawn that is required to be X number of inches, your side-walk that is required to be x number wide, your car that has lo-jack and is filly with parts that all have specific regulations associated with them. Then you’re off to work down the road, not talking on your phone because it is illegal, wearing your seat belt because it is illegal not to. You step into your office wearing your specifically regulated corporate attire, sit at your desk while corporate surveillance stares at your from above and government surveillance stares at your from your computer, both silently monitoring your every action, waiting for you to make a mistake, fall asleep, take too long to finish a project. Your boss stops by to speak with you in a sarcastically jovial manner, wearing his specifically regulated corporate uniform, whether it be suite and tie or company polo, it is the same. He asks you about some work that he pushed off his desk onto yours, that was pushed off a desk by someone above him onto his desk, and so it goes. If you have a minimum wage assistant, a wage that you know you could not live on and you feel bad giving him or her, you will push some of the work from your desk onto theirs. With a pile of unending work on your desk you head home, obeying every traffic device and law you get arrive home just after dark. You walk past no less than 10 and under no less than 20 surveillance devices on your way walking out of the office and driving from work, but you largely ignore the silent watchers that record your every movement. You take a shower with the EPA regulated shower head in the Building Code regulated size shower, eat the EPA regulated organic food that has an Organic label but is in actually mostly made of Organic and All Natural chemicals, then watch an hour of Target Demographic television that is specifically marketed to your income level, age bracket, and gender. Finally you get into your bed and fall asleep, if you don’t get enough sleep you might make a mistake out in the world tomorrow, which could be costly. You remember making the mistake of talking to your girl friend on the phone while driving once and received a ticket for half your a week’s wage or what would be an entire week’s paycheck for your personal assistant. You really would like to pay your assistant more, but HR refused and seemed to indicate that your own salary was larger than it should be, though you have never missed a day of work, never been late, and never missed a deadline. You fall asleep worrying worrying about weather you will make a mistake tomorrow. Will you oversleep? Will you miss-read a traffic device and be given a fine you are unable to afford? Will you make a mistake at work? And what of the horrors you have heard rumors of? Police stopping people and placing drugs in their vehicles then arresting them just to keep their quotas up? You cringe that you even thought of that horrible scenario, knowing that every US citizens is only two Ecstasy pills away from 10 year in prison and a ruined career.
This is the reality that US citizens face everyday. Do we even have an Inch of ourselves left? I do not know.