Mushroom Cloud over Wall Street as U.S. Constitution Burns
September 23rd, 2008Congress, “the equivalent of Caligula’s horse, albeit, with considerably less dignity.”
Via: Market Oracle:
These are dark times. While you were sleeping the cockroaches were busy about their work, rummaging through the US Constitution, and putting the finishing touches on a scheme to assert absolute power over the nation’s financial markets and the country’s economic future. Industry representative Henry Paulson has submitted legislation to congress that will finally end the pretense that Bush controls anything more than reading the lines from a 4′ by 6′ teleprompter situated just inches from his lifeless pupils. Paulson is in charge now, and the coronation is set for sometime early next week. He rose to power in a stealthily-executed Bankster’s Coup in which he, and his coterie of dodgy friends, declared martial law on the US economy while elevating himself to supreme leader.
“All Hail Caesar!” The days of the republic are over.
Section 8 of the proposed legislation says it all:
“Decisions by the Secretary pursuant to the authority of this Act are non-reviewable and committed to agency discretion, and may not be reviewed by any court of law or any administrative agency.”
Right; “non-reviewable” supremacy.
Congress, of course, is more than eager to abdicate whatever little authority they have left. They’re infinitely grateful for their purely ceremonial role, the equivalent of Caligula’s horse, albeit, with considerably less dignity.
in 1987 i priced photocopy machines as part of my job as purchaser for TAMPA airlines of colombia. i drooled. i’d wanted one myself! 7 years prior, on a trip to visit cartoonist matt howarth, he introduced me to the ‘mail art culture’ by opening a door to a room he had chock full of such kinko’s derived products. that ‘mail art culture’ was already very old then and even now continues. which leads me to wonder what other unknown media cultures exist [offline] nowadays… i don’t know that this is irrelevent or a digression.
the increasing speed of change nowadays is blinding -shock & awe and all, yano, yeah.
the fringe notion of the 2012 singularity does seem to get more credence every day. and so on.
alex jones, bullhorner that he is, screamed years ago to buy gold, over and over. came the time i could, a lot, i didn’t -and knew at the time i really should. well, kick me… i still don’t regret it too terrible much though, as my perspective isn’t financially oriented in the first place, but rather people, principles, and social. living in oklahoma city as i do, my bile is raised every day by the ordinary citizenry here, hence my motto/mantra above…
at 54, i haven’t the years ahead it’s going to take to recover from the past several decades plus, nor do i have offspring to pass any torch onto. i live in government housing and work at a public library as a contracted day porter and worry for my spouse’s SS income. i can draw and cartoon and such but still, there’s no market for what i would do. so we worry.
the only cure is to do *something* instead, lord knows what. i wouldn’t even know where on the globe i would move to if i were to consider that.
these are such bad times that the relatively good things are almost insulting; like there is still food in the stores and gas in the pumps and ‘freedom’ on the net -it’s maddening to wait for the shit to truly hit the fan and to then know what will really be necessary to do day to day…
…william gibson taught me (via his books) to not rely on the crappy rubber gasket in coleman stoves but rather make on from leather and soak it in grease. that’s the kind of practical knowledge we’ll need.
…i have a copy of abbie hoffman’s old ‘steal this book’, and know that more such updated literatures are available now, more germane than ever…
gah. prunes…