Tom De Lay's Foundation for Abuse

Posted by The Happy Tutor

Mark Benjamin in Salon on Tom Delay's Foundation for Abused Children. Should be a Foundation for an Abused Democracy. Seems like in the ownership society everything is for sale, whatever its forprofit, nonprofit, or governmental status. The miracle of the pricing mechanism converting public to private goods as rapidly as the transactions can be scheduled on a high margin, opaque and inefficient market that is still made in backrooms, in private clubs, or on the golf course. We should consider a more modern market, where politicians sell themselves and their country through a public outcry auction. We could track the stock rights up and down as Freedom is sold to the highest bidder. So high will the price be bid that perhaps it will soon be prohibitive, except for the very rich.

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[J. B. Moran]

Once the poor are gone the rich will all be normal; which is what they feel like now, what we all feel like most all of us most all the time - even the craven and outcast are a baseline in their own lives.
The most middle-of-the-road shlub in the non-entity-est position in the most podunk burg - normal as normal gets, neither rich nor poor - lives like a Sumerian king, better even, in an ease beyond the dreams of 150,000 years of human strife struggle and toil, and yet that shlub is in essence an analog of the barely-fit marginals of most of our history.
Seeing the self-image of the egregious privileged as brighter but same - that may be a step toward healing. And I guarantee you nothing but healing will work now. There is no military force in the ten universes that will turn this thing around, now, without healing first.

[Harry]

Seems like in the ownership society everything is for sale, whatever its forprofit, nonprofit, or governmental status.

As a self-made government contractor supporting free market research in think tanks, I can't honestly see how this is a problem. Mr. Moran mentions healing a Sumerian schlub. That's better left to the survival of the fattest. Girth, in a manner of speaking, is destiny.