Sweet Jesus! Now my little minion at Gifthub is quoting Pedagogy of the Oppressed! Pedagogy? Is that like when a grown man screws a little boy in the ass? Or am I getting this mixed up with the Greeks? Don't just stand there gaping. Get back to your cubicle and buff my reputation with some philanthropy you little worm. And make it profitable! Two boots and two bottom lines. Kiss them both, Sweetie, and be gone.
Some losers like Joe Bageant are pissing and moaning about media concentration and its effects of their poor little democracy. What is the matter, Joe, Mommy isn't giving you real news anymore? Just corporate spin and government propaganda? O! I am so sorry! Like the news is supposed to be some kind of charity or something? Well, my heart bleeds. It really does. So, today, Wealth Bondage announces 2 (count them two!) $5,0000 grant-vouchers for qualifying media reform organizations.
Grants are redeemable from Wealth Bondage for goods and services (subject to certain restrictions).
Media Reform outputs will be agreed upon.
Outputs and outcomes will be measured.
I will take a seat on your Board, or appoint a flunky who will.
Submit your grant request along with an essay on Freedom, Why I Love It. Your request will be considered in the order in which it is received. Now, wait in the hall, while Momma has a good laugh. Fucking coupons for the worthtless crap we can''t sell. And look at them out there, lined up meekly, the little sheep who want to reform the media. LOL. What a waste of their time. I may dangle a couple more grant vouchers and have them waste a whole year.
I just got a Face Book request from a woman who wants to befriend me and to join Wealth Bondage, devoting her life to our service. She is of noble birth and elite education who gave excellent references from our blogroll. She is a Buddhist who has studied with Monks. I enrolled her immediately in Wealth Bondage Worldwide and asked her to remit her net worth by return post, so that she could be a member in good standing. She complied, sending $8 via Paypal, but went on to ask if there is a FaceBook Group for Wealth Bondage Primates (our term for major donors). I told her she was in Wealth Bondage from birth, as her patriomony, but that we do not have any public groups per se, let alone on Facebook. Our Clubhouse as you can see in the Banner has no windows. We call it the Tomb. We interrogate prisoners of conscience here. In fact two of our Old Boys, Bush father and son, do it personally, good cop and bad cop, breaking these Buddhists down for our allies in China so that we might have a market free of dissent. Our distinguished members do the wet work for pleasure more than anything else, and as a perogative of rank. They could delegate to government officials or to private contractors, but they like the intimacy of being hands on. The Buddhists are shipped in fresh and warm and delivered back stone cold, rendered as body parts, picked and sorted, and chilled for sale on the open market. There is no Group on Facebook. We are a secret society. The Jolly Roger is our emblem as befits privateers who board and pillage public goods and the ship of state, particularly when elected to be its captain or crew. "We do not speak of Wealth Bondage." If asked about Wealth Bondage our members are instructed to deny that it exists, or look pained and baffled. Those highest up in Wealth Bondage will mutter something about how mentioning Wealth Bondage in polite company is in terrible taste. It is just not done. Let's talk about something upbeat like Philanthropy instead.
An SS Officer's private photo album from Auschwitz. I have a friend who writes of a class he is teaching to adults, some of them publicists, on moral philosophy, "They believe propaganda is what Nazis did. Public relations is something different." Yet, their history is intertwined, as Stuart Euen shows in PR! A Social History of Spin. The faces on television espousing their lies, are they not as well adjusted as these happy campers, though no doubt evil too comes in degrees, little by little, from bad to worse. When to protest? When is too early? When is too late?