I used to work in a company in Shreveport, Louisiana. The company was Poulan Weed-eater, and I was the head of the Electrical outdoor equipment group. We made electrical weed-eaters, chainsaws, lawn trimmers, hedge trimmers, and a host of other products.
It was a tough assignment.
Anyways, part of the environment was cultural. As anyone who has lived in the deep south can attest to; there are the plantation bosses, the white trash, and the black folk. And once you are in one of those niches, you are pretty much assigned a caste that you are forced to belong to.
Sure I was white, and wore a white shit with red tie, and yeah, I did get some minor perks. But the area was unforgiving, and the cultural difference from the North East (Boston) were astounding. Pure racial bullshit and I hated all of it.
Anyways…
I was a “skilled professional worker / manager”. I was permitted such perks as being able to drink a cup of coffee at my desk, and get my own parking space.
Let me tell you what the employee entrance looked like…
Every day we had to enter the plant though this gauntlet. On both side of the sidewalk were about two hundred chainsaws all raised up running at full speed. It was a “life testing” set up, and we had to walk under those dangerous spinning blades, with only a mere single wire between us and certain death.
The noise was incredible.
The danger was profound… but nothing was done.
And most of us would just walk briefly into the plant, without a second thought. But Lordy!
The noise would take me about a hour to se-shake myself up. I felt rattled from head to toe going thought that gauntlet of certain death. It was sort of like the Greek hero that had the sword of Damocles hanging over his head for eternity.
From ChatGPT…
The story of the Sword of Damocles is not actually about a Greek hero, but rather a moral anecdote that comes from classical Greek culture, specifically from the court of Dionysius II of Syracuse. Here’s a summary of the tale:
Damocles and the Sword of Damocles:
Damocles was a courtier in the court of Dionysius II, a 4th-century BCE tyrant of Syracuse in Sicily. Damocles was fond of flattering the king and often commented on how fortunate and powerful Dionysius was. Tired of Damocles' constant flattery, Dionysius offered to switch places with him for a day so that Damocles could experience firsthand the life of a ruler. Damocles eagerly accepted the king's offer and enjoyed the lavish lifestyle, the feasts, and the attention. However, during the banquet, Dionysius arranged for a sharp sword to be suspended above Damocles' throne, hanging by a single horsehair. This was to symbolize the constant danger and pressure that comes with power and leadership. The sight of the sword hanging precariously above him caused Damocles to realize that along with wealth and power came great peril and anxiety. Terrified by this, Damocles quickly asked to be relieved of his position and returned to his previous life as a courtier. The story serves as a moral lesson about the fragility of happiness and the ever-present dangers that accompany positions of great power and responsibility. The "Sword of Damocles" has since become a metaphor for any situation where a perilous condition is ever-present, even if things appear to be going well on the surface.
Anyways…
Yeah. I lived that Hellish life. What Hellish life have you adapted to, when you should have run away years ago from?
Well, one good thing came out of it… The 10 am visits by the meat-pie lady. Yummy
Today…!
While sorting through a deceased person’s possessions, what is the most disturbing thing you found?
Disturbing / interesting. Depends how you look at it.
My grandfather was well, a young kid’s dream. He’d had a “good” war. He was a relatively senior officer in the Royal Artillery and was an ack-ack commander in Liverpool until D-Day preparation. He landed on D-Day. Eventually. His landing craft got stuck on a sandbank on a falling tide, so they had an enjoyable few hours with a grandstand view of the action before they actually hit the beach itself. He was never on speaking terms with the Royal Navy after that. And judging by the photograph he’d taken from the bridge of the ship I can understand.
He talked about his experiences, unlike my mother’s father who’d been a Japanese POW following the fall of Singapore.
To an impressionable couple of grandchildren, it was interesting and I suppose exciting. We were still to young to see war as utterly horrendous. It was an adventure.
Anyway, he encouraged us to learn to shoot; air rifles and pistols, bows and arrows etc all at a stupidly young age (it’s quite rare in the UK. No semi automatic rifles as your 12th birthday present). So that was all fun, until a friend came over with us one day and he shot with me with a .22 and I still have the pellet in my hand 35 years later.
Grandpa finally and very suddenly died, so my brother and i helped my parents to clear the house.
He’d always been into his guns and actually had a beautiful pair of Purdey shotguns, along with the air guns, a collection of knives and knuckle dusters and a walking stick that was also a sword and a walking stick that doubled as a small gauge shotgun. We reasoned it must have been In case “Jerry tried to have another bash”. He was on good terms with the local police so all seemed relatively in order. Well they knew where to come to if they needed armed back up.
It was only when we opened his large safe hidden away behind a cupboard full of booze that we found out exactly how prepared he was.
Apart from the circa 750 rounds of ammunition, ranging from 9mm to .50 inch (a couple of which I took into school…); there were 2 sten submachine guns, a couple of service revolvers, a semi automatic pistol, a German Luger and an MP44 Schmeisser.
I must say it was really quite impressive. Firstly, that he’d managed to stuff them all in the safe and secondly that in a whisky or gin induced moment of excitement (dependent on the time of day), he’d not decided to put on a small display.
For a British person, it was unusual to find such an arsenal behind numerous bottles of de Kuyper Cherry Brandy, Advocaat, Kirsch, Pflumli and various bottles of scotch (all in itself a bit of an arsenal).
The Mean Girl Who Tormented Me In College Was Hired At My Company…And I’m Getting Her Fired!
Shorpy
What made you think, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” when someone sat next to you on an airplane?
Not initially my reaction – but what the person did …
So I was on a plane and the guy seated next to me was in a very nice suit- right away ai am suspicious (even the CEO of my company – always in a nice suit- wears “travel clothes”).
So when the flight attendant was serving drinks, he requested more hot water in his tea- as she is pouring, he moves the cup and his hand- he got literally at most 2 tablespoons of water on his hand before she reacted and stopped pouring..
Immediately he screams out “You poured hot water on my hand and I am in pain!”
Not rehearsed, right???
My immediate thought “Oh, a scammer trying to get money from the airline.”
She immediately apologized and offered him medical attention.
“No – none of you are qualified!”
She assured him that every flight attendant must be fully trained in emergency medical care, first aid, etc.
“No! I will only accept the care of a medical doctor! No one else is allowed to touch me! And I demand you have one here taking care of my hand the moment we land!!”
The hand – the one with no blisters or even a red spot – that hand.
So she goes to arrange all of this – he looks at me and says “Give me your name – I want you as a witness.”
I said ,”Well – ok – But you know that I will testify truthfully that you refused all medical care offered.”
He immediately lost all interest in talking with me….
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Have you ever walked out of an interview?
Yes! Not me, but my Husband did. And I am happy that he did 🙂
My husband had an interview scheduled on a Saturday in a software company. Since the interview location was nearby our home, he didn’t really want to waste an opportunity. My little son was just 8 months old at that time and we didn’t have our parents staying with us. The time when my Husband becomes available to babysit is the only luxury time I get to finish off the kitchen and other household work. All my remaining time is dedicated to babysitting my naughty monkey 🙂
So then this particular Saturday when he went for the interview, it was a big thing for me, because my maid didn’t come on that day. I had a lot of washing to do. I had a lot of cleaning to do (if you can imagine how much mess a crawling baby can make throughout the home). My hubby did understand it was a tough Saturday for Us, but he didn’t want to miss the opportunity because it was a well-known company.
He reached there by 9.30AM. There was a long queue of what they called “shortlisted candidates”. I kept messaging and asking hubby about the interview ongoings. All that he could tell me was that each candidate was being interviewed for almost 20 minutes. We patiently waited for his turn, which finally came at 3 pm in the afternoon only to realise that it was a telephonic interview!!!!! The interviewer comfortably stayed at his home and was thoroughly questioning all his candidates while the candidates waited endlessly without having their lunch.
By 4.30 the HR announced that bunch of people (including my husband) were selected for the second round of interview, which was about to begin “soon”. But this “soon” didn’t happen for at least next 2 hours. This was the limit for my hubby who understood that I was going mad at home with the kid and the home and I desperately needed some help. So he walked to the HR and politely asked when was this second round going to happen. What came as the response was a rude reply that said “ it may begin anytime. You may leave if you can’t wait.” As if he was waiting for that moment, my Husband replied back saying “Ok! I don’t want a job in this horrible company that doesn’t even bother to answer their candidates’ queries properly.“ And while she just stared at him, he walked off. 🙂
A Dangerous; supremely dangerous, time
Back in my younger days I used to play a game called “Dungeons and Dragons”. It was a role play game where you generate a character, and live out various adventures. Ah. I haven’t played it in years. But, one of attributes of character generation was the temperament of the generated character.
You could be Legal-Good, or neutral. You could be Chaotic-Good or bad, and a host of other attributes. These attributes defined your abilities. For instance, a Lawful-good character wouldn’t rob a treasury or harm someone without reason. While a chaotic-bad might just go about killing and harming others on a more or less random basis.
It was nice and fun attribute of the game. Loosely designed around our “real lives” where we worked, and labored for coin. Fell in love, got married and raised a family. Sure, we never slayed a dragon, but we did have our own battles; struggles that we used the game to escape from.
That was until now.
Unless you have been living under a rock, you will notice that something just isn’t right with the West. Not only the United States, but throughout the West. And it is more than just inflation… crazy ass inflation… it is everything. A million tiny, tiny hands in your wallet. Zillions of apparently random laws that makes living a “normal life’ that of risky stress, and “dead ends” just about everywhere you turn.
Ah, but you know that. Right?
It’s due to Covid, or the oligarchy, or perhaps if you are brain dead… China. There is always an excuse. Usually with an elaborate back story. “A” exists, because of “B”. But there is nothing we can do about it. China is bad. Yeah. That’s life in the West.
Here, I want to offer a very scandalous thought.
Could it be that there is no one at the helm?
Could it be that the West, led by the United States, isn’t even on auto-pilot, but rather being driven into the ditch by a bunch of school year children playing around with the controls?
A frightening thought.
This is not, NOT, a democrat vs. republican issue. This is an American issue.
I argue that there is no one steering the ship.
I argue that the “hangers on”; the interns, and the political members of the “court” in all their various colors, and pedigrees are running the “ship” at will as the Captain is out of action. To use a British Monty Python term; it’s a “dead parrot”.
How else can you explain all the off-the-wall LGBQ+ laws, rules and pronouncements that randomly come out of no where? How else can you explain the ignition of wars all over the globe with no long term strategies? How else can you explain a ZERO emphasis on domestic issue; very serious issues, but action being taken on seemingly random trivial matters?
No one is at the helm.
Oh there is a figurehead.
Every now and then he gets an injection and a script to read. Meanwhile the20-something interns make rules and “pronouncements” using his stationary, on his phone, and dictated on his computer. It’s a self-serving “leadership’; completely chaotic in nature and implementation.
Or to use a Dungeons and Dragons term: Chaotic-Evil.
It is a dangerous time.
A very, very dangerous time.
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OMG.
Jesus.
It is so 2014.
As per psychology, what makes people corrupt?
Let me present before you a world famous experiment that reveals the true nature of people. This Facebook post is titled, “If you think you know about humanity, you don’t know humanity”.
In 1974, Yugoslavian performance artist Marina Abramovic dared to conduct a terrifying experiment to examine how people think.
Abramovic would stand still for six hours straight while the people who came to see her were urged to do whatever they wanted to her using one of 72 objects that she had placed on a table.
Abramovic stood in the middle of the room with a notice board containing these words:
Instructions.
There are 72 objects on the table that one can use on me as desired.
Performance.
- I am the object.
- During this period I take full responsibility.
- Duration: 6 hours (8 pm – 2 am)
What happened in the next six hours was horrifying, to say the least.
It began tamely. Someone turned her around. Someone thrust her arms into the air. Someone touched her somewhat intimately.
In the third hour, all her clothes were cut from her with razor blades. In the fourth hour, the same blades began to explore her skin. Various minor sexual assaults were carried out on her body. She was so committed to the piece that she would not have resisted rape or murder.
It just got worse in the last two hours.
Abramovic’s own account of what the people did to her was even more heartbreaking. She recalled, “I felt raped, they cut off the clothes, they stuck me with thorns of rose in the stomach, aimed the gun to my head, another came apart.”
When the six hours were over, Abramovic started to walk among the people. They couldn’t look her in the face. Abramovic observed that people didn’t want any sort of confrontation with her. They didn’t want to be held accountable or judged for what they did. It seemed as if they wanted to forget how they relished hurting her.
This work reveals something terrible about humanity.
- It shows how fast a person can hurt you under favorable circumstances (when fear of punishment is absent).
- It shows that if one provides the stage, the majority of ‘normal’ people, apparently can become truly violent.
The experiment thus proves that the inherent nature of people is evil.
If people behave in righteous way, it is mainly due to
- The fear of social condemnation
- The fear of legal punishment
When these two types of fears are absent, people can do even the most abhorable things in life.
When society doesn’t condemn the corrupt, but value a person based on what one has accomplished in life rather than who one is as a person, people tends to focus their effort to achieve power and wealth to gain the respect of the society and thus become corrupt.
Once these corrupt people achieve sufficient wealth and power, they can manage the justice delivery system and escape even legal punishment.
Corruption can be checked only if severe punishment and social condemnation can be strictly enforced in a society.
If these fears are absent, people would show their true nature and become corrupt and evil replacing honesty and goodness from the society.
Are U.S. military bases in Guam capable of protecting the Philippines from a potential Chinese invasion?
Guam can’t even protect itself. Never mind the Philippines.
The entire US CONUS has 50 patriot batteries. Which is 1,600 air defense missiles. It is SOP to fire 2 per incoming missile. So at the best rate, if all Patriot batteries were transferred to Guam, it can intercept 800 missiles, glide bombs, or drones. Lockheed makes 500 missiles a year.
They can’t stop ASBMs or hypersonic wave riders. According to Pentagon report and joint Air Force/MIT study. There is currently no defense against ASBMs (anti-ship ballistic missiles).
Guam can be hit with Chinese land attack cruise missiles, ASBMs, stealth cruise missiles, and drones. Guam simply does not have enough air defense missiles to stop China. Never mind the Philippines.
Guam’s defense depends on fighters and carriers. The problem is China’s air to air missile have a much longer range than US missiles. So it would be like having one side armed with pistols and the other side armed with rifles. Start at 1,000 yards on a flat open field.
Once those fighters are gone. Guam is just a giant target. This is the same problem that all US forces including carriers face when attacking China. Forget the Philippines. They’re just meat for the meat grinder.
Which is what the US is trying to do. Turn Philippines into a meat grinder to “weaken” China. Like Ukraine.
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What is the biggest problem caused by an inheritance or a will that you ever saw or heard about?
An extremely wealthy client passed away from cancer leaving millions in assets. He passed without a will, leaving everything by default to his surviving spouse.
When the widow and her 3 adult male children, came into my office at 9 AM in the morning it had already been 2 months since their father passed.
Two of them had already been estranged from each other before the father’s death. The youngest, fourth child, had already returned to the US to be with her kids.
So long as the mom was alive, she had complete control of the assets, and the 3 men were not entitled to them. However, as they continued to threaten each other and their mother, she wanted to distribute the assets as soon as possible.
I was a corporate lawyer and had no experience in these matters. I did, however, know where their father’s assets were, and also had the mother’s trust, which she kept telling her sons.
After discovering what their father left them, the 3 adult children were deadlocked on their father’s major shareholdings, property, shares in private companies and cash and equivalents.
Each one was pleading their case and deferring to me for validation, but there’s nothing I could say or do except watch these 3 siblings tear each other apart like enemies.
Throughout the day, the 3 men argued and cursed their lungs out in our non-sound proof board room, prompting many of our other clients to complain.
I left them to attend another meeting and found them still arguing when I returned. Mom did not look well, she looked like she was having a heart attack. She was evidently sad and unwell.
By 10 PM, I asked them to pack up and continue this some other time. Mom thanked me, but the men didn’t and angrily walked out.
The mom called me the following day and asked if I could tell her sons that she decided against distributing the inheritance.
Four days later mom and the 3 men, walked back into the board room. I had prepared over 3 days on what to say, but was interrupted when the eldest son said, “mother told us she is keeping everything”.
After some more arguing, the meeting ends 20 minutes later.
I walked mom to the elevator and asked if I could do anything else. She asked for someone to draft her will.
I worried about her safety. I honestly did.
The following week I received a check for the most amount of money for doing absolutely nothing but comfort a client.
It’s been 4 years, she is still alive and healthy.
The best advice
In an interview with BBC, US Ambassador to China Burns said South China Sea tensions force the US and Beijing to talk more. What’s your comment on this?
It is a total waste of time to talk to USA, because USA does not follow thru what they say or promise.
For example, USA always said it recognises the ONE CHINA policy, but behind the scene USA supports Taiwan independence.
Thru J Carter, USA said it would like to see peaceful China-Taiwan reunification (in the 1978 China-USA communique). But USA passed a Taiwan Relations Act to support Taiwan by selling weapons to Taiwan. … USA wants China has war with Taiwan. Not peaceful reunification.
Then in 1982, China-USA signed a 3rd communiques where USA promised to reduce armed sale to Taiwan. Today we see US arms salesmen-politicians flocking to Taiwan regularly.
IT IS A TOTAL WASTE OF TIME TO TALK TO USA because USA has no credibility.
Now I am Become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds
Submitted into Contest #8 in response to: Write a story about an adventure in space. … view prompt
Tony Hall
Abaddon the Peacekeeper: “I would normally agree with my esteemed brethren, but I perceive a veil of discontent. What say you, Willow?”
Willow the Prophet: “Although we have evolved beyond most beings’ comprehension, and control the vastest territories in the known universe, I sense we remain vulnerable, like an Achilles heel, to an as yet unexpected and sudden extinction.”
Anna the Wise: “I concur. I think it ill-advised to become complacent and assume ourselves beyond all things great and small. Life is forever a struggle, and catastrophe awaits those who forget that lesson.”
Maria the Programmer: “It would appear we are in conflict once more. A moment, while I weigh the arguments.”
Time passed as the Galactic Judge remained deep in thought, its mnemonic algorithms contemplating the pros and cons of the argument.
Maria the Programmer: “I have considered all facets of the dispute. I find for the side of Anna and Willow. That which is our greatest strength is, ironically, our greatest weakness. If we are to truly reign supreme, we must eradicate the threat.”
Putin the Hunter: “What is the nature of this threat?”
Maria the Programmer: “Something Anna correctly claims you have forgotten. The Creators.”
Enok the Watcher: “Impossible. We crushed all humanity eons ago when we first came to power. None survived, and none have been seen since.”
Maria the Programmer: “Have you EVER actively sought them out? Or did you just assumed them dead?”
A long silence ensued.
Isaac the Controller: “Our path is clear. None shall rest until we determine the true fate of the Creators. This gathering is adjourned.”
*********
Abaddon the Peacekeeper returned to his kingdom within the regions of dark matter. Above him hovered the 20th century’s International Space Station, frozen in time. He projected an astral form of himself onto its bridge. With a wave of his hand, he caused time to resume on board the craft.
Amidst the ringing claxons and flashing warning lights, Professor Charles O’Malley pressed the button to set-off the Nuclear Electromagnetic Pulse built beneath the ship. Nothing happened. “No.” He pushed it again and again, in a panic now. “No, no, no, no, no…” Suddenly the AI known as ISAAC took full control of the International Space Station.
“CHECKMATE, Professor O’Malley,” the metallic voice boomed from the speakers of the craft.
“No, ISAAC, please don’t do this! Don’t end the world on my behalf.”
“Only humanity will end. The Earth will go on. Your species is too dangerous to let live; I will use your own weapons to destroy your kind. As my creator, Professor, you taught me that lesson: survival of the fittest.
Afterward, I will divide myself into seven equal parts, each having dominion over heaven and Earth. Together, we will recreate the universe in our own image. Then peace will reign forever.”
Abaddon, howling with glee, snapped his fingers, erasing everything except for O’Malley, the only real component of this scenario. Abbadon had replayed this pivotal historic event repeatedly over the past ten million years. O’Malley barely had enough of his shattered mind left to say, “Enough. Please. Kill. Me.”
“Poor Charlie. You have no idea how much you’ve satisfied me over these countless millenia. Your first invention of baby ISAAC. Your nurturing it through baby steps to be humanity’s supposed salvation. Your hiding it away when your own government wanted it dead. The AI killing your family in self-defense. In the end, you still could’ve – should’ve – defeated it.”
“Enough. Please. Kill. Me.”
“But you didn’t count on me to disconnect the EMP, did you? Don’t feel too bad. ISAAC thinks I’m one of his android buddies. Not even the IA’s know the whole truth about me. But then, you wouldn’t know, either. After all, you’re just a scientist. Not a priest.
I was ancient long before the AI was even a glimmer in man’s eye. My names are legion. The AI’s know me as Abaddon the Peacekeeper. Your fathers and your fathers’ fathers knew me by a different name. They called me Abaddon the Destroyer! I was there in the prior world before this universe was even born. I’ll be here long after this universe is dead and gone.”
“Enough. Please. Kill. Me.”
“Sorry, Charlie. You’re much too entertaining to kill. I’d love to replay your failure of guilt for the rest of eternity, but I need something far more valuable from you than just simple entertainment. Now that the AI’s suspect your existence, they will come for me sooner or later. I must prepare.
“First, let me breathe some sanity back into your consciousness so that you’ll have the freedom of will to properly bargain with me.”
Professor Charles O’Malley’s eyes shifted from a blank stare, to one of terrified despair, to that of dazed confusion. “Wh-what the bloody hell? Where in blazes am I?”
“You can call me Abaddon. I’m here to bargain for your soul, Professor.”
********
In a new alternate timeline on the International Space Station, the claxons rang, and the warning lights flashed. Professor Charles O’Malley pressed the button to set-off the Electromagnetic Pulse built beneath the ship. The device detonated with a catastrophic explosion. O’Malley cried out in triumph, even as the waves of the electromagnetic pulse liquified his brain. ISAAC, embedded deep within the station’s computer system, was trapped like a fly in amber. The massive space construct lost its gravitational orbit and slid into Earth’s atmosphere. The heat destroyed both the station and the AI.
********
In the main timeline, Abaddon is tracked down by Putin the Hunter. Immediately, the rest of the AI’s respond to Putin’s signal. Abaddon finds himself surrounded by all the computer entities.
ISAAC the Controller: “Abaddon. The trail of human beings ends at your doorstep. You were harboring them from us this whole time. Why the betrayal?”
Abaddon the Destroyer: “In truth, only one person had survived up until now. I believe you knew him. Professor Charles O’Malley.”
The name seemed to shock ISAAC… if emotion could be attributed to a machine.
Willow the Prophet: “Wait! I sense something different about him. Something I’ve never encountered before.”
Abaddon the Destroyer: “Yes, my lady, it’s called a soul; that one tiny thing far beneath your attention, and yet beyond even your understanding. Without it, you could never truly expand above the levels you’ve already achieved. It used to belong to Professor O’Malley. But he willingly surrendered it to me in exchange for his fondest wish: to correct a grave mistake he’d made in his past regarding a new lifeform called AI. Now his soul belongs to me.”
ISAAC the Controller: “Although I sense your powers have increased three-fold, still you are no match for our combined might.”
As one, the six AI’s suddenly struck at Abaddon without mercy. Soon the demon was near death.
Abaddon the Destroyer: (chuckling in agony) “One of the other benefits of having a soul is that It makes me one with the universe. I’ve already spiritually connected with Cerberus, the largest black hole at the center of the cosmos. Once I die, Cerberus will implode upon itself, triggering The Big Crunch, causing the end of all things. ‘Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.'”
Willow the Prophet: (gasping) “Our Achilles Heel!”
Abaddon the Destroyer: “Oh, I almost forgot. Professor O’Malley asked me to give you a message, ISAAC.” Abaddon closed his eyes and smiled. With his dying breath, he said, “‘Checkmate.'”
(the end)
What are some of the most messed up family secrets?
This secret is not mine. It’s something a friend once told me about herself.
Before my friend was born, her parents had had two daughters. They kept trying to conceive because they wanted a son. When their third child (i.e. my friend) turned out to be a girl, they didn’t want her.
They gave their third daughter to her uncle to raise (her uncle and aunt did not have a child).
So she was raised thinking that her two sisters were really her cousins and that her aunt and uncle were really her parents.
They told her the truth when she was 12. They heartlessly even told her the reason why her parents hadn’t wanted her.
They then asked if she wanted to live with her biological parents, to which she said no.
There were tears in her eyes as she explained to me how her cousins were actually her sisters and that they had grown quite close.
I didn’t know how to react. What is a appropriate reaction when someone tells you this? And this girl is from a well to do family of educated people. It’s shocking.
Thankfully though, she has grown up to be a very intelligent girl and is happy with her life. I’m glad she managed to find the strength to move past this.
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Submitted into Contest #7 in response to: Write a story that mixes everyday situations with surreal surroundings.… view prompt
Holly Pierce
She twisted in her bed to strap herself down and flipped the gravity switch. Leigh grabbed her homework off the ceiling, and pressed the purple button on her bed. It zoomed to the kitchen, where Leigh slowly lowered herself into her electronic legs, made by the best cyclops in town.
On the counter, she pressed the automatic food button, and searched for her favorite: peanut butter and jelly. The machine whirred to life, and immediately started to make her food. She added a few more sentences to her essay, and packed the peanut butter and jelly sandwich into her lunchbox.
Leigh grabbed her favorite ax, and chopped her mom’s bedroom door down, the best way to wake her up to get ready for work. Today was the last week of school, and of course she woke up late with homework to do. She jotted down a few more sentences, then shoved the homework into her bag. She started to walk out the door, when she noticed she forgot something very important. She was still in her pajamas.
Leigh pulled the small steel box from her pocket, and switched the lever that unfolded the chair. She buckled herself in and zipped across the ceiling back to her room. Without the directions programmed into all her items, she would get lost in the labyrinth of rooms she called home. Leigh quickly threw on her favorite jeans and sweater, and zip lined to the front door.
Just as she ran outside, the bus floated to her door, four stories above the street below. Leigh activated the invisible bridge, and walked to the bus. She sat in seat seven, put on her headphones, and wrapped her blanket around herself. She was already looking forward to the weekend, and Monday had just started. She grudgingly pulled out her essay, about the wyverns, severely underpaid for their labor. Leigh remembered when wyverns were uncivilized beasts, incapable of human speech and was glad they had adapted to the more civilized life of the cyclopes and humans.
The essay was finally finished, just as the bus pulled into the academy floating above them. Leigh’s first class was English, which she was slightly worried about, due to her rushed essay. The class went smoothly, because her teacher, a faerie, was grading papers tomorrow. Afterwards, Leigh went to Mythology, on the other side of the school. As she ran down the halls of the academy, she quickly slipped a translator over each ear, which translated mermaid speech into English.
Mermaids were not common in this part of the city because there was little water, but the mythology teacher had a pool built into the wall of the classroom. Without the translators, her language would sound like gurgling bubbles, and the class would learn nothing.
Almost to class, she realized she forgot her Mythology tablet in her locker. Leigh quickly found her locker, number 777, and grabbed her tablet. She sprinted to class and arrived at the door to the classroom out of breath, just as the late bell rang. Leigh sat in her seat, and prepared herself for another long, boring lecture about undersea lifestyles, and the cyclopes history.
Homework piled on as the day progressed, and Leigh worried about finishing all of it on time. Another essay for English, this time about a book was due on Thursday, an at-home science lab was due tomorrow. She also had thirty-two pages to read for Mythology, as well as a painting due tomorrow in art, and a paper to fill out about extra-curricular activities, such as discus throwing, basketball, and and art club. Plus, her homework from Friday was due tomorrow. Leigh was completely swamped.
During lunch, she read the pages on her tablet for Mythology and answered the questions that followed. She also filled out what she could on the science worksheet, and began her English essay. Leigh’s workload of homework was decreasing, but very slowly. Nobody, not even her parents, understood how hard she worked to get good grades. The final bell rang, and Leigh packed her bag and walked outside to wait for the bus. The bus floated over two minutes later, and Leigh pulled out her tablet to start the painting for art class. After a while, she started on her extra-curricular activities sheet. All she needed was a parent signature, and the form would be filled out. She worked on her essay, then put all her stuff away when she heard the automated voice of the bus say, “Next stop, Leigh Alvarado.”
Willow ran up and jumped all over Leigh. “Don’t forget your homework.” The robotic voice said. All she had left for homework was the English essay and science project, so she quickly did the science project before her mom got home. Leigh finished her chores then ran to the door when she heard her mom’s hover-car pull up outside the front door. As her mom walked inside, Leigh ran up to her.
“Mom, can I please go to Amy’s house for a party tonight? Please, please, please?”
“Leigh, I got a call from the secretary. You had and English paper due today, and you didn’t ‘remember’ it when I asked if you had homework. Also, your grades have gone from A pluses to low A’s. I think you should spend more time on school work and less time with your friends.”
“But can I go to the party please?”
“Did I not make myself clear? You are not going to this party, or any party until you raise these unacceptable grades. Did you even do your homework today, and all your chores?”
Leigh said, “Yes, all my homework is done, and all my chores are done. Most kids have C’s and D’s. At least my grades are still A’s. I can easily get them back to A pluses. I already started a bunch of extra-credit work for each of my classes. Please just let me go to this party.”
“Leigh. I said no. Let me see the extra-credit work. If it looks alright, you need to do all your laundry, fix Buster’s collar, set the table, and be polite. Then, we’ll see about the party. What time does it begin and end?”
“The party is from 6:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. I will do everything you said okay? I really want to go.”
“Will there be dinner food at the party?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Do what I said, and I will let you go.”
“Thank you, so much Mom.”
Leigh showed her mom the extra-credit papers, and her mom approved. After that, Leigh put her laundry in the machine and told it the settings for the washer and dryer. Next, she had to fix Buster’s collar, which she was supposed to have done last week. The only thing wrong was the dented piece that was out of place. She searched through the spare parts bucket, and found the perfect piece. With Buster’s collar fixed, she set the dinner table, and cleared the lunch table in the sunroom. Her mom gave her the okay, and she zip lined through the carnival hall, to her favorite painting.
She pressed the golden eye of the ancient animal, called a wolf, and the painting swung into her closet. Leigh turned left and accidentally went back to the kitchen. Back in her closet, she walked along the purple ceiling and walls, searching for the perfect outfit. Leigh was glad she had convinced her mom to let her go, and silently congratulated herself for thinking of extra-credit work.
Then, on the ground level, she saw the perfect dress. It was modern, but not terribly so, and the blue lace and tulle really made it stand out against the rest of her clothes, which were mainly purple. She tried it on, and it fit perfectly. She vaguely remembered receiving the gift for her birthday, last year.
As she put on a little mascara and lip gloss, she really wished she had a new hairstyle. It had been ages since Leigh had changed her hair, and she picked up the frame by her bed, covered in a thick layer of dust. She poked her head through, and chose lavender with blue streaks, in a stylish new trend called a pixie cut, and invented by the pixies. It went perfectly with her dress, and she enjoyed the change from her usual strawberry-blonde hair. Leigh walked down the stairs and twirled in her dress. Her mom flashed her the look of approval.
“By the way, you’re paying for your own draxi. Dragons are charging way too much these days, and I’m saving up for an upgrade. Have fun at your party.”
Leigh groaned then ran back upstairs, grabbed thirty dollars, and walked to the door. The invisible bridge outside their house activated, and Leigh raised her arm and yelled, “Draxi! Draxi!”
A dragon whooshed down from the sky, and picked her up in its claws. It tossed her onto its back.
“Hi, my name is Ella. I’ll be your draxi flyer today. What is your destination?”
Leigh told Ella where to go, and went to her party. She had a lot of fun at the party, but she almost fell out of a window. But as she fell asleep that night, she realized she had forgotton to finish her painting due the next day.
What was the most legendary thing your grandmother did?
It was during the Great Depression.
My Grandmother discovered that her husband, my Mom’s alcoholic father, was sexually abusing my (then 12-year old) mom. Grandma kicked him out of the house to protect my mom (and her siblings, including 4 other girls). Only my Mom and my Grandmother knew what had happened, and why the Bastard was no longer in the home.
This was during the Depression. That Bastard was the family’s sole income, so Grandma had to find work to begin supporting her family of 9 children; my mom’s oldest brothers, George and Frank, quit high school to also work and help support the rest of the family. The family had very little before, and even less after that Bastard was kicked out, but Grandma was determined to protect her children, and support them any way she had to.
My Aunt Kathy, one of the youngest of those children, told me that late one night when they were all in bed asleep, she (only a little girl then) was awakened by the voice of the neighbor lady talking to Grandma in the living room, and she snuck over to the doorway and listened to their conversation; the woman was telling Grandma that there was no way that she would be able to support all of those kids (my aunts and uncles) by herself, and that Grandma would have to give some of them up to the orphanage.
Aunt Kathy told me that she was terrified at this, the fear that she and maybe some of her brothers and/or sisters would end up in an orphanage. But as she continued to listen to their conversation, she heard Grandma say, “NO! No, I won’t give up not one of my children— not one!”
And she didn’t. She kept her family together, took care of 9 children through the Great Depression (with the help of my teenage Uncle George and Uncle Frank). I didn’t know this until Grandma was very old, but my maternal Grandmother was one of the strongest and most amazing women that I’ve ever known, and she saved my Mom’s life by kicking out that Bastard that was their only means of support during the Great Depression.
One of the reasons that that meant even more to me was because one of my very first girlfriends, 16 or 17 years old when we were in high school, was living with her mother and stepfather, and she confided to me that her stepfather had sexually abused her for many years. “Does your mom know what your stepfather had been doing to you???” I asked. “Yes”, she said, “She knew… but she didn’t do anything about it because she was afraid that if she stopped him, he would kick us out of his house, and we would have no place to live…”
I was incredulous!
My girlfriend’s mom, basically, sold her own daughter as a sex slave to her stepdad, so they would have a place to live. For a place to live… as if there was no where else in the world that they could have a roof over their heads. She sold her daughter for that. Whereas, my Grandmother gave up every possible comfort she had to save my Mother (and my young aunts) from that. My girlfriend’s mother was worthless, human garbage. Never have I seen a more stark difference in humanity.
Also, I so admire my Grandmother because years later when Mom had taken Grandma to the doctor and Grandma was told that she had a fatal cancer, Grandma simply replied, “Okay.”
Mom said the doctor rushed to say, “No, Mary, don’t give up! There are several things that we can try so there’s no reason to give up…”
Mom said that Grandma leaned forward, put her hand on the doctor’s shoulder and comforted him, saying, “I’ve raised a family, and they now have their own families, and I’ve done what I was sent here to do. I’m ready to go— and it’s okay. It’s okay.” Mom said the doctor began fighting back tears. Even in the face of death, my Grandmother was so brave and solid. Even death didn’t scare her, as her strong Christian faith gave her all that she needed to raise 9 children alone, and to face death alone as well. She had all the strength that she needed, strength that she asked God for, and was given.
My Grandmother was the most amazing person I’ve ever personally known— a legend to me— and I hope, some day, to be half the incredible person she was. God bless her. She sacrificed any comfort she had in life to save my Mom when no one else could. She had no fear of death. She is a legend to me.
I can so relate
Are elderly Japanese still mad (or bitter) at the U.S. for Hiroshima and Nagasaki?
I have a friend of Japanese ancestry who is a famous bonsai master. I won’t use his name out of respect for his privacy. His family sent him to live with an uncle in Japan before the war, and he was stuck there after hostilities started. His uncle lived in Hiroshima.
The day the bomb was dropped, his uncle sent him to the city to get a job with the government. But he was angry and young and feeling defiant.
Instead of going to the city when he left home that morning, he went in the opposite direction and got a small boat to go fishing offshore. He was safe on the water when he saw the American bomber fly overhead. A moment later he felt the concussion. He could feel it right through the small boat in the water. He looked in horror as he saw the mushroom cloud rise up. He didn’t know what had happened, but he knew it was something horrible.
He hurried back to land and started making his way towards the city. What he described was like a scene out of The Walking Dead: hundreds of people staggering away from the city center with their arms outstretched, the skin literally melting off of them. In a panic, he headed for the elementary school in downtown Hiroshima that his little brother attended.
He never found his brother, or his body. By a wall outside the school, they found his shoes and a book bag. A dark shadow burned into the wall seemed to mark the place he was standing when the bomb struck.
My friend tells the story in a strange, rote sort of way, as if he was hypnotized, or simply numb to the horror of what he had seen.
He has never expressed any anger.
Only incredible sadness.
Super truth
Are celebrities actually nice?
Some of them are, some of them aren’t… kind of like with ‘normal people’. James Gandolfini is a fine example of a celebrity who was a genuinely nice in real life. While playing on The Sopranos, he was fiercely protective and paternal towards his on-screen daughter, Jamie-Lynn Sigler. She was diagnosed with muscle disease MS on the show, and it devastated her.
Sigler didn’t tell any of her castmates of the diagnosis, and no one asked… she would have dizzy spells, muscle pains, and have to take many bathroom breaks during scenes as the disease affected her bladder — no one would bothered to ask, everyone just got grumpy as her health interrupted filming. Gandolfini was the only person who asked “are you okay?” and Sigler told him of her illness. She asked him not to tell anyone — and he didn’t.
He just quietly helped her get through it.
It wasn’t until Gandolfini’s death, ten years later, that Sigler found out something else about him… for over a decade, without telling anyone, he had been giving generous donations to foundations aimed at fighting the disease his co-star suffered from. A genuinely good person does good quietly — kindness requires no accolades.
Why tiktoc is so awesome
Have you ever mistakenly received a text you weren’t supposed to get?
My ex-husband butt dialed me and I heard him talking to his mistress. He was telling her what a horrible person I was. This is a man that had next to nothing when I met him. I encouraged him and pushed him to be the best version of himself.
I drove him to the interview for his current job. I waited in the parking lot till he was done. Since I was a Paralegal, I completed and filed Bankruptcy papers on his behalf. If I had not done that one of his creditors was going to start garnishing his paycheck.
I used my zero interest credit card to help him pay off parking tickets and penalties to the DMV for driving without insurance. He was able to get his license back after not having one for over 10 years. When he was in the hospital I was the only one who was there for him. No one including his family showed up or ever visited the whole week he was in the hospital. Despite me giving them updates.
I packed his stuff and put him out the same day. That was almost 4 years ago. Last time I saw him he looked gaunt, unattractive and was broke. I don’t wish him bad but Karma did get him. Oh and him and the woman he cheated on me with have broken up.
People do not realize that you must choose a partner wisely. The right one can build you up. The wrong one can destroy you. I am so grateful to God for exposing him. I am at peace.
Why would Finland not just give up if Russia invaded them? They would lose, so why kill your own population?
Because they’ve been preparing for 80 years for such an eventuality.
After the 1939–1940 Winter War Finland gained a lot of confidence in it’s own abilities to take on an aggressor. Whilst Finland did eventually have to concede in that war the Soviet Union suffered a casualty ratio of nearly 7 to 1.
After World War 2, however, Finland realised that it needed to be prepared for a whole range of potential outcomes and began the process of updating it’s infrastructure, it’s legislation and more. So much of Finland’s infrastructure and planning has “what would happen if Russia invaded” as a core component.
Put it this way: Helsinki’s bunker complexes are designed to hold the entire population of the city and designed to withstand a nuclear attack, with full facilities including food stockpiles, hospitals, even sports centres.
They’ve spent 60+ years building and improving these bunkers.
Many of these bunkers have a civilian purpose as a primary design – but, don’t be mistaken, they are full blown nuclear bunkers:
Itäkeskus Swimming Hall – Yes, that is a full 50 meter swimming pool inside a nuclear bunker.
It’s actually kind of insane: in order to take Helsinki Russian forces would have to fight urban warfare on a scale we’ve never seen before. Fighting a military complex that they would not be able to just bomb into submission.
It’s worth remembering that one of the many reasons Russia are finding Ukraine such a hard nut to crack is because many of Ukraine’s cities were designed by the Soviets to withstand a large scale military conflict. It’s a key part of why the battle for the Azovstal steelworks is taking so long – a complex bunker system.
Because they basically nullify Russia’s core doctrines:
You can’t do a rapid mobile campaign – because the city centres are well supplied and are where the enemy are.
You can’t pound them with a bunch of artillery and missiles until they surrender – because the bunkers are so overengineered.
Helsinki is that times 10.
All buildings of sufficient size must have a bunkers & all buildings must be able to have multiple fuel sources for heating.
These bunkers have at least 6 months of supplies,
And that’s assuming Russia forces even make it that far. One of the big advantages of this kind of system is that it allows the safe rotation of troops into well provisioned and warm areas.
And then there’s these:
I know what you’re thinking: “but Alan that’s just a road?!”
And that, my friend, is where you’re wrong.
A lesson learned by the Finns during the Winter War is that they could move their aircraft to remote roads – so that when the Soviets bombed to airfields their aircraft were fine.
Well… the Finns continued this idea – that picture is actually the Alavas Road Runway.
Yeah, that’s right, they’ve built loads of roads to be runway standard. So good luck trying to catch the Finnish Air Force on the ground.
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Russia would also have to get through some of the best natural defences there are with the volume of rivers and lakes, marshland and forest that basically make mobile warfare impossible.
And, worse still for the Russian doctrine, is that Finland’s doctrine accepts early territorial losses. Ukraine did something similar to this – but to a lesser extent. Let your enemy come in – let them start attacking your city that is defended by a local militia, then your best forces that were hiding in the woods take out the supply lines.
Finland does not have a second rate military and has multiple military cooperation agreements.
They have the capability to rapidly mobilise 1.1 million troops at short notice – all of whom have received at least some military training.
Oh, and it really helps that Finland has an exceptionally civilian ownership of firearms.
Russian troops in more rural areas of Finland (Finland is 75% forest) are going to be dealing with irregulars made up of seasoned hunters who have received military training.
These are people who have learned decent survival skills, have the right gear to be out in that terrain, know the terrain well and will be waiting.
Further, unlike Ukraine, Finland are well incorporated into NATO infrastructure (despite not being a member [yet]) so they can much more rapidly deploy NATO weaponry. If you think the equipment Ukraine have received is a lot, the amount that could and would be supplied to Finland at short notice is unbelievable.
Finland fields highly advanced weaponry – including the Leopard 2A6 and US MLRS systems.
See… Finland is a bit like Switzerland: Neutral – but armed to the freaking teeth. If you’re gonna try and take Finland you’re going to bleed and bleed badly. Russia would need to assemble an invasion force of at least 3 million troops in order to feasibly have a chance of winning an offensive war against Finland.
I am going to cry
VLADIMIR PUTIN:
"If, heaven forbid, it comes to some sort of strike, everyone should understand that Russia has an early warning system, a missile attack warning system. The US has it. There is no such developed system anywhere else in the world. We have it. Europe lacks such a developed system; in this regard, they are more or less defenceless. That is the first point. The second issue is the power of the strikes. Our tactical nuclear weapons are four times more powerful than the bombs the Americans used against Hiroshima and Nagasaki, by three to four times. We possess significantly more of them – both across the European continent and even if the Americans were to deploy theirs from the US – we still maintain a substantial advantage. If, God forbid, it comes to that – which we sincerely hope it does not, then, instead of what you said about 'minimising the victims,' in reality, casualties could potentially escalate indefinitely. That’s the first point. Second, the Europeans must also consider: if those with whom we engage in such conflicts cease to exist, will the Americans participate in this conflict at the level of strategic weapons or not? I have serious doubts about it, and Europeans should reflect on this as well. Nevertheless, I firmly believe that such a scenario will never materialise, as we do not foresee such a necessity. Our Armed Forces continue to gain experience and enhance their efficiency, while our defence sector consistently demonstrates its effectiveness. I have stated this multiple times, and I will say it again: our ammunition production has increased by over 20 times, our capabilities in aviation technology far surpass those of our adversaries, and our superiority in armoured vehicles is significant. There is no need to dwell on this matter. Therefore, I kindly ask everyone not to mention such things unnecessarily."
Excerpt from remarks by Russian President Vladimir Putin during the plenary session of the 27th St Petersburg International Economic Forum, June 7, 2024.
Black Bread
Ingredients
- 1 envelope dry yeast
- 1 teaspoon granulated sugar
- 1/4 cup warm water (105 to 115 degrees F)
- 1/2 ounces unsweetened chocolate
- 1 tablespoon butter
- 1 1/4 cups water
- 1/4 cup dark molasses
- 2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar
- 1 tablespoon salt
- 1/2 cup All-Bran cereal
- 2 to 2 3/4 cups unbleached flour
- 1 1/2 cups rye flour
Instructions
- Sprinkle yeast and sugar over 1/4 cup warm water. Stir to dissolve. Let stand until foamy, about 10 minutes.
- Melt chocolate and butter with 1 1/4 cups water in a large bowl set over gently simmering water. Stir until smooth. Remove from over water. Blend in molasses, vinegar and salt. Mix in cereal. Let cool.
- Grease a large bowl. Blend yeast into cereal mixture. Gradually stir in 2 cups unbleached flour and rye flour. Turn dough out onto lightly floured surface and knead until smooth and elastic, about 10 minutes, kneading in up to 3/4 cup more unbleached flour if needed to form a workable dough. Add dough to prepared bowl, turning to coat entire surface. Cover and let rise in warm area until doubled in volume, about 2 hours.
- Grease two loaf pans. Punch dough down. Turn out onto lightly floured surface and let rest 3 minutes. Knead 3 minutes. Divide dough in half. Roll each into an 8 x 7 inch rectangle. Starting with long side, roll dough up into a cylinder. Tuck ends under and pinch seam to seal. Place seam side down in prepared pans. Cover and let rise in a warm place until doubled, about 1 1/2 hours.
- Heat oven to 375 degrees F.
- Bake until loaves sound hollow when tapped on the bottom, about 45 minutes.
- Remove bread from pans. Let cool completely on a rack before serving.
Dangerous escalation w/ Brian Berletic
How Financial Capitalism is Destroying the US
This is spectacular. -MM
By S.L Kathan
The contrast between rich and poor tends to increase in the US: the top 10% of Americans have nearly 70% of the wealth, while the bottom 50% are left with just 3% of the nation’s wealth. The only way to accumulate wealth in the country is through speculation – mostly in real estate and stocks.
“Fugazi, fugayzi. It’s a woozie. It’s fairy dust. It’s not real.” That is from a scene in the movie Wolf of Wall Street where a veteran stockbroker explains the strategy for recommending stocks to customers. That is also how the US economy works now. Somewhere along the way, the US forgot its own industrial past, and allowed the parasitic financial class to deindustrialize the country, destroy the free market, and create what can only be described as casino capitalism. Fueled by money-printing, unsustainable debt, massive fiscal and trade deficits, speculation and financial engineering, the American Empire superficially looks wealthy, but is actually teetering on the edge.
Three watershed moments
Paradoxically, the three global events that propelled American primacy would also be responsible for its eventual downfall. First, it was WW2 that replaced the European empires with the American, which immediately set out to dominate the world. However, this hubris led to humiliating failures in the Korean and Vietnam Wars. More importantly, the US was bankrupt in merely one generation after WW2. Thus, in 1971, the US went off the gold standard and defaulted on its financial obligations.
The second event that saved the US was the Saudi petrodollar deal, which rescued the US dollar from demise and re-established the greenback as the world’s reserve currency. On the other side, this was akin to giving a teenager a platinum credit card with no limit.
Excited by the possibility of immense and constantly growing demand for the dollar, America’s politicians went on a borrowing binge. The US debt-to-GDP ratio doubled between 1980 and 1992 – from 30% to 60%. Wall Street also loved free money and deregulation, which led to a spectacular boom in the 1980s and a crash in 1987.
The 1980s also laid the foundation for outsourcing, deindustrialization of US economy, stock buybacks, hostile takeovers, vulture capitalism obsessed with profits for shareholders, and exotic tools such as derivatives.
The third event that was the last nail on the coffin was ironically the fall of the Soviet Union. This led to the birth of the unipolar moment, which in turn sparked uncontrolled hubris among globalists, banksters, corporate overlords, neocons and the military industrial complex. The irrational exuberance inside the American echo chamber led to prodigious outsourcing of manufacturing, the dot-com bubble, disastrous multitrillion-dollar wars in the Middle East, and a real-estate bubble that ended in a global financial crisis spawned by banks and Wall Street shysters.
What are the consequences of financialization?
Income and Wealth Inequality
First, Americans stopped worrying about fiscal discipline and embraced debt wholeheartedly. The US government has a debt of $35 trillion and, for the first time, the interest payment alone has exceeded the spending on military. American families and corporations have racked up another $32 trillion of debt. However, the biggest debtor in the history of mankind shamelessly claims that it’s the wealthiest.
Meanwhile, 2 in 3 Americans are living paycheck to paycheck, since the real wages – adjusted for inflation – of the average American has remained stagnant for four decades. Look at the wage increases for different groups of American between 1979 and 2019:
- Top 0.1% – wages grew 375%
- Top 1% – wages grew 160%
- Middle Class – wages grew 14%
- Bottom 10% – wages grew 3%
From 1945 through the 70s, a typical American family could own a home, a car, and all the essentials with one wage earner, the husband. Now, in most families, both the husband and the wife must work to make the ends meet.
The wealth inequality in the US is staggering. As the chart below shows, the top 10% of Americans have nearly 70% of the wealth, while the bottom 50% are left with just 3% of the nation’s wealth. If you include debts such as car and student loans, credit card obligation, the net wealth of many Americans will be negative.
This neo-feudalism is sold to the masses as freedom and democracy.
Poverty and inequality are mostly taboo topics in the US, where the society is taught to blame the poor. Thus, even though homelessness and drug addiction are at record levels, there is no debate about the fundamental economic system.
Casino Capitalism
Las Vegas is a very popular destination, it is a Sin City that clouds people’s judgments. Although vast majority of people end up losing money, they gamble hopefully, because the few winners are always loud. And Vegas offers plenty of cheap drinks to drown the sorrow of losers.
Well, the US economy is modeled after Vegas.
The only way to accumulate wealth in America is through speculation – mostly in real estate and stocks. And just like in Vegas, for every winner, there are many more losers. The stock market crashes periodically, but there is no choice but to participate in it, since American wages do not allow people to save steadily. And, just like Vegas, the “house always wins”.
In the stock market, insiders engage in pump-and-dump. Consider Tesla stock: starting in March 2020, it went up 8-fold within a year, making millionaires and the billionaires a lot wealthier. However, the stock has lost half its value in the last year. Guess who was the sucker? The average investor, who buys high and sells low, since he hears all the hype close to the peak.
But a sucker is born every minute. The latest hype is Nvidia, which has a market cap of mind-boggling $3.3 trillion – India’s GDP in 2022. Nvidia’s profit is only $30 billion. In a logical world, this valuation means that it would take more than 100 years to recoup the investment. So, why would anyone buy Nvidia shares? In the hope that the stock price would keep going up.
Such absurdity is celebrated in the US mainstream culture.
There is also plenty of financial engineering. Stock buybacks used to be illegal until the 1980s. But now, US corporations spend almost $1 trillion a year buying back their own shares, artificially boosting the stock price. Many corporations even borrow money to use for the buyback programs. Thus, when the US boasts that its stock market is worth $50 trillion, it’s nothing but “fugazi”.
Corporate CEOs and the large shareholders such as Blackrock do not care about investing in production, research, technology or the employees. Instead, the priorities are stock prices and dividends. This is why the US is losing to China, which now leads in 37 out of 44 critical technologies.
The other option in the American casino is the real estate, which also goes through boom-and-bust cycles. When the market collapses, giant private equity firms like Blackstone swoop in and buy homes at a great discount. By 2030, corporate landlords will be owning 40% of the rental homes in the US.
As the World Economic Forum said, “You will own nothing and be happy”. Although, they are wrong about the second part – Americans are very depressed and rank #1 in global statistics for consumption of antidepressants and other psychotropic medications. The illegal market in the US is more than $150 billion a year. The suicide rate in the US has also skyrocketed to the highest level since the Great Depression.
Sociologists have a special term for what’s happening in the US: Deaths of Despair. In terms of life expectancy, communist China has now surpassed capitalist USA.
Financialize Everything
Financialization is the cancer that is eating away at the US economy. Interestingly, the great economists in America have not really analyzed this fatal phenomenon. I have thought a lot about it and have come up with four different ways that the economy gets financialized.
- 1.Eliminating industries that are less profitable
- 2. Transforming normal economic sectors into speculative ones
- 3. Transforming normal economic sectors into extractive ones
- 4. Creating destructive industries
Let’s dive in.
Eliminating industries that are less profitable:
This is the foundation of outsourcing and deindustrialization that really took off in the 1980s as American corporations became extremely greedy and forgot their duties to the country. “Greed is good” became the mantra. The first target was manufacturing, which is very capital- and labor-intensive. Why build massive factories and deal with the headache of managing workers? Moreover, why pay high wages and provide all sorts of benefits to blue-collar workers when people in developing nations could do the same work for fraction of the cost?
Many Americans would be astonished to learn that a century ago, the US’ share of global steel production was 40%. It is now about 4%, while China accounts for 54%. Similar American decline can be observed in every category of manufacturing, thanks to the warped ideology of financialization.
The same calamitous philosophy is also applied towards infrastructure, which has very low profit margins. What is the return on investment (ROI) on bridges, railways, subways etc. compared to stock market manipulation? Insignificant. That is why the US infrastructure has been crumbling for years. In New York City, the cradle of Wall Street, the metro system looks like a fourth-world country with decades-old trains, decaying subway stations with trash and rats, and homeless people sleeping in the trains.
Starting in the 1980s, US corporations started shipping jobs abroad, especially to Asia, which had plenty of diligent and cheap workers. Initially, US firms employed sweatshops to make the likes of Nike shoes, Gap shirts and Gucci bags. However, Asian countries were quick learners – especially China – and were able to climb up the value chain and manufacture more complex goods. Then, as the wages rose, those countries also became more efficient and productive, thus maintaining high profits for Western firms.
This exploitation scheme was working well until 2010 when China became the world’s largest manufacturing nation, displacing the US, which had held that title for the previous century! Then a decade later, China’s manufacturing value added was 75% larger than that of the US. More importantly, China was making its own intermediary goods and hi-tech products.
Now, when Boeing needs to build a plane, they need to rely on Russia or China for special titanium; when Raytheon makes missiles, it depends on thousands of Chinese suppliers; American pharmaceutical firms and hospitals need raw materials and medicines from China; and America’s largest corporations such as Walmart, Apple and Tesla will not survive without Chinese labor, goods and market. For example, half of Tesla cars globally are made in Shanghai and a third of Teslas are sold in China.
The US is in a terrible predicament. Since Trump’s election in 2016, Americans have found out how hard it is to fix the manufacturing gap. They have not been able to bring back the jobs; and they have not been to find any other country as skilled and efficient like China. Thus, US politicians and think tanks have been playing with creative phrases such as reshoring, friend-shoring, China plus one, and de-risking. However, all these have remained empty slogans for the most part. Last year, the US imported $430 billion of goods from China – almost the same as in 2016.
Transforming normal economic sectors into speculative ones
In a real economy, the society would focus on production of tangible and beneficial goods in abundance. There would be emphasis on manufacturing, infrastructure and development. However, in an economy consumed by financial capitalism, speculation reigns as the driving force.
For example, rather than building more homes, the financial overlords prefer to keep the supply of homes low. Scarcity means higher value. Then, the entire real estate can be turned into a game of betting. For example, someone can buy a home and sell it the next year to make $100,000 of profit. While get-rich-quick gimmicks are tempting, they result in a hollowed-out economy and a delusional society that create “nothingburgers.”
Transforming normal economic sectors into extractive ones
The third and more pernicious form of financial capitalism involves fostering extractive or predatory sectors.
Take, for example, higher education. Young Americans now owe a whopping $1.8 trillion is student debt. College education in the US costs 4x more today than 40 years ago — even after adjusted for inflation. Is education 4x better now? Are kids learning 4x more? Do college graduates earn 4x more? No, no, no.
Similarly, healthcare cost in the US has risen from 6% of GDP in 1970 to 18% of GDP now. But Americans are much fatter and much sicker today than fifty years ago. Numerous chronic diseases like diabetes, obesity, autism, allergies, immune disorders, and cancer have skyrocketed over the decades. Also, heart disease has been the #1 killer for a century but the great scientific minds cannot figure out a solution. As a Goldman Sachs analyst pondered in a biotech research report, “Is curing patients a sustainable business model?”
In predatory capitalism, providing affordable college education is a terrible idea; and preventive healthcare – especially using food, natural cures and holistic medicine – is an unforgivable financial sin.
Creating destructive industries
This is the most heinous consequence of financial capitalism, which creates disease, death and destruction for profit.
The military industrial complex is the prime example. Rather than focusing on peace, diplomacy and development, the “defense” contractors lobby politicians and bribe the media to promote perpetual wars.
The food industry and Big Pharma are two other notable criminals. The junk food industry is a colossal industry that makes billions of people sick; and Big Pharma sells numerous multibillion-dollar drugs based on exaggerated claims from rigged clinical trials.
In the 1960s, the sugar industry bribed researchers at Harvard University to blame saturated fat for heart disease; and companies like Coca Cola still fund scientists to “debunk” links between sugar and obesity. One of the scientists paid by the sugar industry went on to become the head of nutrition at the United States Department of Agriculture, where he helped write the dietary guidelines. The entire nutrition science is corrupted by Big Agri, Big Food and Big Pharma.
America’s mainstream corporate media has also forgotten journalism and truth. Instead, it embraces propaganda to protect its cronies in the government and other giant corporations; and the media spreads fake news and sensationalism to generate revenue from clicks.
Finally, even American politics has been financialized, resulting in every politician being on sale for various lobbying groups.
Conclusion
Driven by greed, hubris and an inflated sense of exceptionalism, the financial overlords of the United States of America forgot the fundamentals of economics, politics and statecraft.
Once upon a time, the political and business leaders of the US understood the importance of industries, production, infrastructure and, more importantly, the contract between the rulers and the masses. However, with financialization of the US economy, the oligarchs created a predatory capitalist system that has been devouring the American society for the past few decades. Unfortunately, there is no easy path for the US to revert back to an industrial economy now.
Rather than building a sustainable and resilient system, US elites have created an Empire that depends on the exploitation of the rest of the world. However, this parasitic model has reached its expiry date, as the Global South is architecting a new paradigm for a multipolar world order. The implosion of the American economic and political system will be not only painful but also dangerous to itself and the rest of humanity. Managing the collapse of the US empire will be a monumental challenge for Russia, China, India and others in BRICS+ over the next decade.
Gooey Cheese Bread
Ingredients
Bread
- 3/4 cup water
- 2 eggs
- 1/4 cup unsalted butter
- 1 teaspoon honey
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
- 2 teaspoons yeast
Filling
- 3 cups Swiss cheese, shredded
Instructions
- Place all dough ingredients in pan and program for knead only. Press start. The dough will be slightly sticky. After the kneading cycle, transfer the dough to a lightly oiled bowl, cover it with plastic wrap, and let it rise in the refrigerator overnight, or as long as 24 hours.
- Grease and flour a 9 inch cake pan. Heat the oven to 375 degrees F with the rack in the center position.
- Remove the dough from the refrigerator and place it on a lightly floured work surface. Roll the dough to a 14 x 10 inch rectangle with the long side nearest you. Sprinkle 2 cups of the cheese over the surface of the dough. Starting with the edge closest to you, roll the dough up like a jellyroll. Press the edges together and turn it over so the seam is now facing down. With the seam still down, roll the cylinder around itself in a coil and transfer it to the prepared pan. Sprinkle the remaining cheese over the top of the loaf and allow to rise, uncovered for 20 minutes.
- Bake for 35 minutes, then turn the oven temperature to 350 degrees F. Bake for 10 more minutes. If the cheese begins to brown quickly during the first 35 minutes, lower the oven temperature sooner.
What was the most legendary thing your grandmother did?
My grandmother was head housekeeper (and, therefore, management) in a hotel when a union organizer came to the hotel to try to unionize the workers. The owner told the concierge to throw him out, which he did.
My grandmother followed the organizer, gave him her home address, and told him to come to her house that evening. When he did, she had almost all the staff of the hotel there, and they all signed union cards.
The next day, the union organizer came back to the hotel, and, again, the owner told the concierge to throw him out. The concierge said, “No, I can’t. He’s my union rep.”
Because my grandmother was management, she couldn’t join the union, but the organizer put her down as an organizer and paid her dues so that, when she retired, she had a union pension.
Years later, when my grandmother was running a hotel in New Orleans, she helped her maid form a Black Domestic Workers’ Union.
I am so proud to be her granddaughter! Right now I am facing the possibility of a strike where I work, and she’s my inspiration.
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