Sire Elrick

Politics. Rants. Rhetoric. Watch for mudslinging.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

There's a Hair in my Capitalism.

Time and Appearance are two commodities which rule our system
Fairly well or Wells of Fair, but there is no fairness in our wells.

In the epoch battle of split ends, ends must be met.
And so heroes go to chop their hair as sacrifice to the gods of Appearance,
despite the lessons of Sampson.

Strength can be sapped by time, the ally of Appearance.
For without the passing of Time,
Appearance cannot be made, met, or thought of.
Thus strength will be kept in a snapshot of time,
but Appearance will be the final judge
of whether or not that strength will be seen.

In a salon of hair, there are maidservants to this ruler Capital.
They use their charms to lure you in, keep you occupied,
all the while they sap your soul.
The trimmings fall to the floor, little pieces of you, fragments of tales,
historic stories chopped in two.
Appearance takes hold, and whether or not “it” comes together,
the maidservant soothes your battered nerves with your un-frayed hair.
The knots are gone, the sheen has been restored, and you are beautiful. Trust them.

You thank them for this service. It is after all the reason
you spent your Time, to gain this Appearance.

You then automatically take out the meanings of exchange
of which you feel is worthy.
You have been told that it is a good thing they give you
this Appearance, not that they take
your Time, your hair, your old self.
They want your money too. Spawn of Capital to be returned to their papa.

Accustomed to using a form of credit which contains the promises of Capital’s children,
you give them a plastic-cut rectangle.
It is a promise of payment, an identification mark, affiliation to credibility,
the lord of their institutions – the bank.

Swipped once, denial.
Swipped twice, betrayal.
Swipped three times, a break down of the system.

Your very reputation is at stake within this rule, your own word is meaningless.
You tell them how you just purchased something from another vendor.
They confess, under their breath, their machine hasn’t been working, and
you aren’t the only one who’s been gypped that day.
But it is not their doing,
and they are as much the victim as you are.

You offer them your information, your driver’s license, your social security number,
your life.
Frantic, panic. Feverish anger,
justification of character through assertive commands.
Take it all. I am good for my word. Please, just let me leave this prison,
Time is precious, I have spent more than I bargained for already here.

A glimmer of hope – another plastic-cut rectangle.
with it you offer your soul once more – please take debit.
I have money in my account, I can pay,
please God let this work...
The offer of last resort - when there has been problems with that card before.
You keep that card more for the sake of pretending it will do you good
than actually trying to fix its problem.

They look at you and tell you they’ve had problems with that bank before.
And the machine only justifies the prediction.
Access denied.

You are incised. You know
your reputation is good,
and their system is bad.
The fact that they have - four times mind you - picked up that phone
and dialed a number which condemns you
as a thief
only makes you want to damage some property.
You tell them to their face,

fix your system.

They look down at the machine for refuge, knowing that the system
has worked before, it is not something which fails them
as much as strangers can.
You swear the people on the other end of the telephone are made up.

The dependency on the plastic-cut rectangles is still palpable on each side.
An ATM is just around the corner. You can get real money there.
Paper will succeed plastic this time.
When technology fails, the previous system is still viable.

You are tempted to just walk out. You came for the Appearance
in hair, of which is starting to grate.
The light and fluffy nature of the textured do
only makes you want to tear the rest of it out.

Being a reputable sort, you ask directions from a friendly cookie vendor.
Her smile either reminds you of your sanity, or the carnival situation in which you find yourself.
You head towards the machine.
It is small, but almost a shrine to the lord of Capitalism.
It is out of order. A man who’s been looking at it says it’s probably the phone line.

You head back to the salon, feeling bound by duty to report your findings.
They are no longer happy to see you, but tired, and one is possibly frightened.
The sweet nature of the cherubs turns to haggard waifs under the control of a ravenous lord.
Finally, there is a compromise.
They keep what you purchased, take your information, and a record of the failed transaction.
Considering you mentioned you do have checks, they will try one more time to trust you,
since you have held yourself there, and come back to find a solution.
By holding part of your appearance hostage,
they will allow you to retry participating in their system.

You are tempted to leave them again, but this time you are allowed
to go home to get the checks.
You wish never to come back. But instead, you race home to grab the checks.
You come back
into that now familiar cave
and wait.
Patiently.
With a smile.
You understand the taxing purpose
of social relations under the strictures of Capital
and it’s sickly aid of Appearance.

You start writing the check.
One of the maidservants sees you and says she’ll be right with you.
She is surprised you returned within the night.
She didn’t expect customers to be righteous.
Or if she did, not to be so extreme about it
within a system that promotes leisure.
Why should one be so hard on themselves or others?

With courtesy, but little eye-contact on either part of the transaction,
mainly due to lack of food,
it’s late,
they haven’t had a break,
and neither have you,

there is full repayment of the original amount.
Tip still included, because the job was sufficient.

The transaction is finalized, and you receive your prize,
the shackles of Appearance, and
the continuation of Capitalism.
Vindication is won,
feelings hard pressed,
but how is justice realized?

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Sounds bite

News bites.
Numbers, numbers, happenings from after they happen, don't know why they happened, only blame who is involved, and identify the victim. We are all victims to this kind of reporting, and there seems to be little way to get out of this mentality. Any self help group would listen patiently, but at least one member would be very tempted to say, "Snap out of it!" I don't want to hear why I should pity you, I want to know why I should love you, why I should care for you, why I should listen to you. If all you're doing is telling me the bad stuff, of course I'm going to want to hate you!"
This is what we hear from the news, in the form of a sound bite, in an afterthought, in something that hasn't been thought through. There is no interest before a "story" hits. The definition of a story has become nothing but saying something happened, not why it happened. The only thing it tells us is we should feel sad by the state of our society. I feel sad about the state of news reporting if it's gotten down to that. I don't want to hear numbers. I don't want to hear about victims. I want to hear people's story of hope. I want to hear something in the process, rather than something that's doomed to fail, because it is failing already. I want to hear information that hasn't been predetermined by the order of events, because even though that may seem unbiased, it's really another form of it.
Bias has been one of the main things news has tried to avoid - it can't. There will always be something that biases a story. However, the bias can show both sides of an argument, give equal time - this would seem egalitarian, and it is. It is a bias as well. But it is one which gives rules which does not show favor, and allows the sides that it reports upon to make themselves look good or stupid. This kind of reporting takes skill, time, and unfortunately now, money. It is not one which can be afforded in a Capitalist economy that is eroding in our nation. The bias which is reported is what is "popular" or what is "politically correct" based on the criteria of the owners of the news station. This is part of why the view of victimhood and emphasis on numbers has become prevalent. The news people have tried to fight back. There are still Lou Dobbs and Rush Limbaugh. People do listen to personalities, and Anderson Cooper is the hottie of CNN. But the foundational reporters (like Wolf Blitzer) have become the main kind of reporter who struggle with the networks to report, but to find a vehement compromise, there are pundits who speculate rather than give real information to back such claims up, and there are numbers. First headline of the day which hits both fronts - "2 suicide bombers kill 93 in Iraq." You want to see? Just look at the link for the video, they hide nothing, except the back story of why this is important; what kinds of things these people were engaged in up until this point, what faction they were with, were they a part of a faction? Were they frustrated, were they intelligent, what progressed to get them to this point, as well as how does this make any difference to other people's plans, where was it at, why does it all look the same, why do the numbers not matter any more... Oh yeah, because that's all we hear about in the headlines. All the hope is in domestic politics with an election that's still over a year away, with two minority candidates in the same party already being pitted against one another. How is this fair to either the Iraqis' or any of the candidates? We show the progression of the candidacy, mainly because we're too scared to try and impeach a president who deserves it. We wait. We wait for everything to just wash over us, because if we wait, if we're patient and be good little children, the parental government will just take care of us... The system is just too strong for one measly little voice to try and say, "No! I will not stand for this crap! Down with bureaucratic nonsense!" Reform needs to kick the governmental budget system in the pants, not by cutting back, but by not penalizing those who are fiscally responsible! This is why people compete for more money, or wasteful spending happens. Fiscal responsibility should not mean punish those who are responsible, it should reward them! If we're going to live in a Capitalist system, we should have a government which is apt to work with the system rather than against it. By making appropriations so freakishly laborious, Christmas tree bills pass with ease, no one wants to contest this. And why are they focusing on appropriations bills? How did only a hundred years of change create a process which fills up the agenda of the politicians, rather than the issues or arguments which matter most to the state, as well as to the politician? Why did money in the government become a burden rather than a liberator?