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Posted as a Professional Courtesy by Smoky Joe, JD, in Defense of Freedom
With big corporations now hiring public relations firms to pay fake bloggers to plant favorable opinions of the businesses online, many political bloggers are concerned that candidates, too, will hire people to pretend to be grass-roots citizens expressing views.
Any of you morons want to make a few bucks impersonating a conservative?
Posted by The Happy Tutor
White Courtesy Telephone seems to be suffering memory loss. No sign of my friend and mentor, the Countess Apraxina. Could she have been cashiered after all she has done for Philanthropy? Wealth Bondage can be so cruel to those who violate the norms of propriety.
Posted by Joseph McPatriot
We are in service to our country. We need not speak of the ugliness we oversee. For us the grand goals - Freedom throughout the Middle East and the Glorious Return of Jesus Christ - are enough to excuse any necessary deviations from the morality of the common herd. Long live the memory and example of Maurice Papon! No, scratch that, he was French. No forgiving him for that. Still, he was a man to be trusted by his superiors.
Posted by Candidia Cruikshanks, CEO of Wealth Bondage
Democrats in bondage? Duh! They and their opponents are all kissing my boots. How else will they get the money to get themselves elected? All those stupid campaign ads cost money, Honey.
Posted by The Happy Tutor
"Eternity is in love with the productions of time." - Blake.
Posted by The Happy Tutor
Invisible Adjunct - Mr. Winer, Is this what Blogger Immortality looks like?
Posted by The Happy Tutor
When all is said and done at Wealth Bondage, what would remain? As in Socratic conversation among friends, a memory, shared understanding, certain refinements of skill. And how would that make for immortality? Each person so touched is driven to continue the conversation with others, and so the skills, the sensibility, the culture is passed on. For this I honor those who went before. In conversation with the living, we can even awaken the voices of the dead. To be a link in that chain of transmission is a calling and the only immortality that matters. This view is what I mean, AKMA, by Faithful Interpretation. You are such an apostolic teacher. Meaning is the consecrated wine we pass in the chalice from hand to hand. And of course it spills like blood: Commemoration of sacrifice, endlessly repeated by those who bear witness even unto death whether there is another world or not. Judas who betrays the Truth has his part in the story too, along with jesting Pilate , the glib Scribes, and the rest. In our faces, in our every act, we betray more than we say. Each of us is exemplary of one thing or another. Our posterity is our congregation, Church, School, or Dumpster.
Posted by The Happy Tutor
I have an idea of making a proposal to Amazon to pay it a onetime fee for hosting the content for perpetuity, that way I can remove a concern for my heirs, and feel that my writing may survive me, something I'd like to assure.
In a web of conversations, how would a (ri)post(e) be read 500 years from now? Even posts 5 years old, found by a search engine, seem not so much dated, as prehistoric, harking back to an era long gone, in which a few friends blogged over coffee or into the wee hours laughing, fuming, commiserating as if the web were a private enough place, where friends could be informal and talk behind the backs of the official personages busy elsewhere. Now the web is official. Rather than wanting my posts to last forever, my heirs might prefer a "Delete All" key that would wipe it all clean.
UPDATE: Dave Winer points back to WB. If his blog is immortal, and I erase mine, at least the name of Wealth Bondage will live forever, busted links and all. Maybe he should pay for hosting mine forever too.
Posted by Candidia Cruikshanks, CEO of Wealth Bondage
So, this Polish psychologist guy, Andrzej Lobaczewski, who was enslaved by Hitler and then Stalin, wrote this book about prospering in a world run by pychopaths. He says it drives sane people insane to work for a person without conscience. Catherine Austin Fitts sent me a copy inscribed - "Hey, Candy, Reminds you of anyone?" I wrote her back, "Gulag for you, Dumbass. You should have kissed my boots when you had the chance at Dillon Reid." These losers crack me up. Once I break them, they spend the rest of their miserable lives plotting revenge, sending me stupid boots, and writing crap about Utopia this or Solari that. Catherine, America loves a winner, and your best days are long gone. You can take your book and stuff it. The Constitution says I can't abridge your liberties, but it doesn't say you have any. As my personal Generalissimo of Attorneys says, "There is no express grant of habeas corpus." I can therefor do whatever I want, to anyone I want, and Americans will kiss my boots. Hitler and Stalin were bad, Sweetie. But look at me. I am just so fucking good. The American people love me.
Posted by The Happy Tutor
Peter Frumkin is one of the leading minds in philanthropy. I am flattered that he took note of a post here by my distinguished colleague, Smoky Joe.
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