By Paul Wolfe, a professsor of Political Science at Boston College. To me the most chilling point is that for conservatives from Machiavelli, through Schmidt, to today's crowd in power the "Rules of a Just Society" are not what govern us all, but are the spoils of war to the advantage of the victors, packing courts, using secret signing agreements, call those who cry foul - "Traitor!" The imcompetence governance of those who despise governance, and the corruption of those who trade favors with business - that I had expected, but not the betrayal of our democractic rules of order. I hope that good conservatives unite with liberal, libertarians, progressives and whomever else to restore good order, checks and balances, and the rule of law.
Hope springs eternal. The losers are all excited about "The World We Want." Tell you what, little ones, Momma is going to build you a world you want at her expense in Civicspace. Won't that be nice? Then you can all get down on your hands and knees and tell me how generous I am, what a big gift Momma has made to you. But I am going to set it up under.wealthbondage as a Limited Liability Company. Guess who owns the General Partnership interest with 100% control? Yes, Momma. And guess who owns 100% of the Limited Partnership interests with ownership but no voting control? Right again. Momma. And guess what, you dumbasses? I am going to let you all work your hearts out building out the World We Want, getting everyone all excited, building all kinds of user-generated content, then Momma is going to sell the World We Want to Rupert Fucking Murdoch for $25 million. All for me, Sweetie. Then Pierre and I are going to do a chapter for Peter Karoff on The World We Want as big fucking Philanthropists. Here is the double-bottom line: I own The World You Have and I own The World You Want. It is the hidden hand, Sweetie, it makes me do it. Now get your ass down into under.wealthbondage and build me some fucking fantastic content for free. There is no "outside" of wealth bondage, not even in your poor stunted dreams.
"They put our trousers in the bin," said an aggrieved Peer Swinkels,
the chairman of Bavaria, Holland's second biggest brewery. "Fans going
into the stadium had to dump them in a big container. Fifa said that
the supporters could get them back afterwards. But the container was
full of rubbish so most people didn't bother. I understand that Fifa
wants to protect its sponsors. But this is very strange."
You want your logo, Swinkels, on trousers in the stadium? Fork over $70 million, Jackass. The TV cameras aren't going to be broadcasting your stupid brand of beer any other way. To distract time and attention from Budweiser who paid royally is theft of services. You should be incarcerated for even trying.
A friend wrote me of a former colleague of his, now a famous business consultant: "He's a great guy, probably doesn't even consider himself a prostitute." Why is that we recognize the truth of such remarks even when we don't know the particular person? Maybe because we know we are no better.
I am constantly inspired by Absolut, such attention to detail, such good taste, such a fne product, such concern for the highest and best use of our brains. Were it not for advertising, I might never have found my own favorite tipple, "What the word? Thunderbird. How's it sold? Good and
cold . What's the jive? Bird's alive. What's the price? Thirty
twice." Actually, I started out on Absolut and it is still my Absolut favorite, but once I started getting the Absolut heebiejeebies, and the nightsweats, I lost my job writing Absolut ad copy had to make do with the Bird. Still, the Absolut bottles are great. I sometimes find the empties in the Dumpster or in the alley outside the Bordello, and fill them with Thunderbird, drinking deep for old time's sake. Salut! You know, I always said that advertisers were lost poets. "What's the jive? Bird's alive." Listen, it even rhymes. 70 cents a bottle; don't I wish. A bargain at any price. Let the good times roll.