The Not See Who Blinked

Gather round... and let me tell you a story... of course, one you've heard before... after all, there are no new stories... only old stories, retold to new yous who never tire of believing the hero is always you and the villain is always not and the story is always new...

The Not See Who Blinked

Somewhere, where flagpoles are manifestos and holiday lights are proclamations, there live a people who believe a lie.

A lie so treacherous... that, were I to lay bare this truth without first laying bare a truth less black... you'd contemptuously judge me: false, I say, false!

For somewhere is everywhere... and my somewhere is as yours as yours is mine.

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What is it like... to be you? To see but not see.

You see... coming and going. I see... a drug dealer whose poison for sale is counterfeit ejaculation... a paedophile whose side hustle is gigolo for hire... a Gatsby whose morality is as hollow as likes and followers... 

You see... harmlessness and innocence. I see... bonfires nursed by envy and fear... attended by the like minded whose commodious frenemieship fuel campaigns and embolden warfare...

You see... life grabbed by the horns and passing by. I see... a trafficker whose plus one is none the wiser prostitute... an embezzler whose transparency boycott is the do gooder's crusade of integrity evasion... a sadist whose pleasure's price is snuff and conspiratorial scheme... a Dorian Gray whose indulgence is unrequited by gold and frankincense and myrrh... a slaver whose torture tender is shelter and family as god blessed as whipping posts...

You see... the witness of your own eyes hand in hand with your own mind... and you see your coming and your going, your harmlessness and your innocence, your life grabbed by the horns and passing by, your witness... and you believe: to be is to see...

* 

I am no surrogate or illusion, no mouthpiece or unreal. Indeed that I am all too nakedly real is how I know:

To be what you are not... to be instead what you present... is surrogacy.

Presented thus, such you is a surrogate of the you you are, a mouthpiece as unreal as an illusion.

To see then... is to see coming and going as surrogacy; harmlessness and innocence as illusion; life and you.

*

But. I am a people coming and going. I live and breathe as the good Lord intended. For I hustle the good honest hustle and I fight the good honest fight. No criminal whose fortune is illegitimate am I.

Why isn't it you who bleeds as black as sin?

Me too. I am a people neighboring and sainting. My manifesto and my proclamation is most harmless and most innocent. No collaborator of ill will am I.

Why isn't it you whose envy and fear bear witness and testimony that lie?

And I. I am a people carpeing and dieming. Grateful am I for hale and love and haven and fate. How dare you malign me without proof of my wrong!

Why isn't it you who is false and treacherous?

*

Why am I not the villain?

It's simple really:

I am not the villain for the same reason you are not the hero.

*

Somewhere, where there live a people who live a lie... a package arrives. It promises easy riches for the hustler and shameless exploitation for the hustled. It is the American dream in brown paper packaging tied up with string. What isn't harmless about a song and a dream and a dance of poison roulette?

Also... a message arrives. How saintly il santo who neighbors endings fluid. And happy? Well, who's to say that which is welcome with denomination near worthless is felice? Notwithstanding, a receptacle for dog shit is hardly an honor urbane and authentic for ricordi di dio. Tsk tsk.

Also... an attendance roll is swelling. Oh the olives; the cheeses; the wines. So mount; so intimacy;  so généreux. To envy the mythic money tree that lavishes such pomp such soirée with such wealthlessness such namelessness is but human. Though le secret of global positioning systems and photo editing software and the technological like is boner killingly candide.

Somewhere, where there live a people who live a lie... a doubting Thomas is a corporate fairy tale, a household parable, nay, a purposed axiom. Because a doubting doubter who believes doubt's witness is a believer in the witness of doubt's own eyes hand in hand with doubt's own mind.

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I receive no packages; no messages; no attendees. It is therefore impossible for me to be the drug dealer; the gigolo; the Gatsby. It further follows that the wealth I possess is unlikely to be illegitimate given my overt absence of association with each and every exertion of undeniable illegitimacy within my immediacy.

(Likewise, I neither solicit nor acquire the facile worship and company of children naive and duplicitous; it is therefore unlikely for me to be the paedophile, much less the paedophile alter egoing as the giver of fucks.)

Moreover, my residence is unadorned with flagpoles and holiday lights; I am therefore not manifestoing or proclamating.

As for bonfires and campaigns and warfare, quite simply, I neither harbor nor seek the frenemieship or envy and fear requisite of mongering collectives of hostility.

Furthermore, I neither engage nor pursue the commoditization of my association, period. I am therefore an improbable participant in venal alliances that greed for riches and virtues and statuses in exchange for the illusion of comraderieship and surrogacy of community. (At my expense, I'm certain.)

As for et cetera and et cetera... is the witness of my own eyes hand and hand with my own mind no less the proof of the truth than the witness of your own eyes hand and hand with your own mind?

For I see and I believe: I am is I see.

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Or... is doubt's own eyes hand in hand with doubt's own mind the witness of the doubting doubter who believes the not see

you

somewhere, where there live a people who are a lie?

Epilogue

What is the lie the people believe? The lie so treacherous, so black?

*

It's simple really:

Somewhere, where there live a people who are a people as yours as yours are mine, there live a people of not sees who lie to themselves and each other and avow:

I. I stand for the whipping posts and the god blessed and the family and the shelter and the tender and the torture and the slaver and the myrrh and the frankincense and the gold and the unrequited and the indulgence and the Dorian Gray and the scheme and the conspiratorial and the snuff and the price and the pleasure and the sadist and the evasion and the integrity and the crusade and the do gooder and the boycott and the embezzler and the prostitute and the wiser and the none and the trafficker and the warfare and the campaigns and the frenemieship and the commodious and the like minded and the fear and the envy and the nursed and the bonfire and the followers and the likes and the hollow and the morality and the Gatsby and the for hire and the gigolo and the side hustle and the paedophile and the ejaculation and the counterfeit and the for sale and the poison and the drug dealer to be unspared Judgment Just.

For I. I see the not see and the not see is not I. For I. I crucify not the Truth. For I. I sit not upon Unjudgment Unjust. For I. I will Happy Christmas unto

All.

then you will know the truth and the truth will set you free

John 8:32 (at Biblehub) from John 8 (at Biblehub)

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Author's Annotation

My use of overlapping parts of speech is deliberate and intentional. For example: I see... a slaver whose torture tender is shelter and family as god blessed as whipping posts... employs tender as a noun, verb, and adjective.

My use of multiple meanings is also deliberate and intentional. For example: And happy? Well, who's to say that which is welcome with denomination near worthless is felice? employs denomination in its nominative, monetary, and religious senses.

Moreover, my use of multiple meanings includes nuances of usage. For example: So is it surprising... the currency of a counting chicken is the eyes and the mind of doubt's people? employs currency with respect to domains, including social currency, political currency, currency of consumer confidence, currency of public opinion, etc.; and currency with respect to power, including "selling power" currency, "buying power" currency, "staying power" currency, "parlaying power" currency, etc.

While typos are banes of all published works, my use of "original" words is deliberate and intentional. For example: And I. I am a people carpeing and dieming. splits the aphorism carpe diem into verbs, adjectives, and nouns. (See overlapping parts of speech above. Likewise, multiple meanings.)

For the sake of brevity, only a particle of that which is, is explored herein. Note as that which is evidentiary blurs into that which is voyeur, my election of selectivity is deliberate and intentional. For example: I see... an embezzler whose transparency boycott is the do gooder's crusade of integrity evasion... a sadist whose pleasure's price is snuff and conspiratorial scheme... a Dorian Gray whose indulgence is unrequited by gold and frankincense and myrrh... is also:

I see... an embezzler whose security hysteria is the fake cross of the to blame... a sadist who hard ons for stonings feral and public... a Dorian Gray whose mercenary disguise is care...

Which is to say, The Not See Who Blinked is by no means an exercise exhaustive or exclusive.

Likewise, this "addendum", including prefacing quote, annotation, and note.

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Author's Note

When you see Meal Ticket (Ballad of Buster Scruggs)... what do you see?

I see a people who drive fistfuls of tender at a counting chicken. So is it surprising, where there live a people, a people as yours as yours is mine... the currency of a counting chicken is the eyes and the mind of doubt's people?

When you see Black Museum (Black Mirror)... what do you see?

I see a people for whom a counting chicken is not enough. So is it surprising, where there live a people, a people as yours as yours is mine... pleasure's price, pain's price, nay life's price is doubt's measure?

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Somewhere, not a particle different than everywhere, there live a people who believe... the chicken is apocrypha, convenient artifice. Not I, say such people. Not the fruit of I toil, say such people. Not the voice of I free, say such people.

And there live a people who believe... the museum is figment, obvious prop. Never I, say such people. Never the reap of I sow, say such people. Never the power of I free, say such people.

So is it surprising... a doubting doubter who believes doubt's witness... who is a believer in the witness of doubt's own eyes hand in hand with doubt's own mind... is a corporate fairy tale, a household parable, nay, a purposed axiom... somewhere, not a particle different than everywhere, where there live a people who believe?

*

If... to know the truth is to be set free, then know this:

stones, drenched in fistfuls of measure, driven with deliberation and intention, in the name of manifestos and proclamations...

are no more harmless or innocent than to not see is heroic.

M

Believe

If your power is the power to rule -

what would you sell to keep your power -

yours?

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Who cares!

Right?

Because

keeping our power ours is worth selling -

anything.

Right?

*

If your power to rule is at stake -

what would you say to keep your power -

secure?

*

Would you speak the truth?

the whole truth?

and nothing but the truth?

Or

would you witness and testify anything including

lies?

whole lies?

and nothing but lies?

*

Who cares!

Right?

Because

keeping our power to rule secure is keeping our power -

ours -

period.

Right?

*

This apologism for immoral and unjust ways and means by which we keep our power ours including immoral and unjust ways and means by which we keep our power to rule secure

is why

the power to rule is not the power to choose who rules.

*

To wit:

if your power is not the power to rule, but instead, the power to choose who rules

whose power changes the world?

the ruler whose rule is at stake - 

or 

the ruled?

Epilogue

Even when rulers sell anything including

hope and fear -

even when rulers witness and testify anything including

lies, whole lies, and nothing but lies -

the power to change the world is still held within the hands of the ruled. 

Today. Tomorrow. Forever. 

More 

I

The powerful fear powerlessness and impotence.

So they wallpaper reality with a fiction that flips the truth upside down: 

the powerless and the impotent are the ruled.

But it takes more than declaring a fiction: real honest to command and control the ruled.

Right?

So the powerful who double down on lies with lies without apology double down with:

the ruled need rulers. 

Especially rulers who exploit hope. Especially rulers who exploit fear. Especially rulers for whom morality and justice are props as insincere and disingenuous as surrogates. 

To save the ruled. 

Not, to, above all, self serve. Much less: to keep their power theirs and to keep their power secure. Never.

But:

rulers are not stupid.

Are they?

They are exceptionally aware that they wallpaper reality with fictions that are lies, whole lies, and nothing but lies. After all, they exploit fictions to command and control the ruled to keep their power theirs and to keep their power secure. Nevertheless, all the wallpapering in the world cannot make a fiction: real honest, nor can all the fictions in the world make a truth untrue, for:

the power to rule is never secure. 

Never.

Because:

the ruled choose who rules. And the ruled who choose who rules are the ruled who change the world. 

Today. 

And tomorrow.

And forever.

II

Hope is no panacea.

It presumes (1) that the ruled can't handle the truth and (2) that the ruled are powerless. Hence, the pushing of hope to command and control the ruled. Because the powerless can be commanded and controlled by hope pandering. Right?

Likewise fear.

Fear too presumes (1) that the ruled can't handle the truth and (2) that the ruled are powerless. Hence, the pushing of fear to command and control the ruled. Because the powerless can be commanded and controlled by fear pandering. Right?

But:

the ruled are not stupid.

Are they?

They are exceptionally aware that the hope that they are sold and that the fear that they are sold

are frauds

sold by rulers to command and control the powerless. For:

hope sold by rulers and fear sold by rulers buy the allegiance and the obedience of the ruled who believe: 

lies, whole lies, and nothing but lies including 

the powerless and the impotent are the ruled.

Nevertheless, hope and fear as insincere and disingenuous as poisoned fruit and promises can neither command nor control the ruled

much less buy the allegiance and the obedience of the powerless

if

the ruled believe:

the power to change the world is the power of the ruled. 

III

Is it courageous to choose:

the apologist? to rule?

After all

apologism isn't courageous.

Is it?

Nor standing with apologists nor standing for apologism.

Right?

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Or

is not courage, nay: cowardice what we stand for

without apology?

M

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Nota Benedicta

Though there's far more to apologism

the credo of the 'only humans' whose campaigns of lies, whole lies, and nothing but lies flip truths upside down to self serve from dust bowls to chalices

than explored vis a vis this post:

who cares!

Right?

After all

apologism impervious to the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth believes:

so long as I stand alone then more likely than not: 

I stand unbelieved.

M

On the Freedom to Set Nothing Free

I

It is the time of Ragnarok.

It is the time of Apocalypse.

It is the hour of Bogeymen and Night's descent and Dawn's abeyance.

It is the hour of Doomsday and Judgment that weighs the Zenith of life against a single feather.

It is now;

is it not?

II

But the blind see neither dawn nor night nor Bogeymen beyond sight whose passing is unseeing terror and fear.

But the deaf hear not Gjallarhorn either. Nor silent murmur of beggars demanding demanding demanding pardon. The desperate. The insincere. The selfish.

III

Which is to say, though the fool is neither blind nor deaf by affliction, the fool is blind and deaf by choice.

Not unlike the ass.

Thus, the fool and the ass choose.

And pass the time and hour no wiser than the idiot.

IV

Alas, the idiot is impervious to knowledge, and therefore, no wiser with time and hour than without.

Not unlike the fool and the ass.

V

Such is choice. A powerful act. That blinds. That deafens. That stupefies.

As for time? As for hour?

Is time and hour: choice? Is time and hour: powerful? Is time and hour: act? blinding and deafening and stupefying?

VI

Which is to say;

in the time of Ragnarok;

in the time of Apocalypse;

in the hour of Bogeymen and Night's descent and Dawn's abeyance;

in the hour of Doomsday and Judgment that weighs the Zenith of life against a single feather;

the blind and the deaf and the fool and the ass and the idiot sense not the unseen and the silent and believe;

their blindness incurable;

their deafness most certain;

their wisdom infallible;

their knowledge all knowing.

VII

Which is to say;

such is freedom; to choose;

such is power; to act.

Which is to say;

to blind, to deafen, to stupefy is the freedom to choose; to blind, to deafen, to stupefy is the power to act.

VIII

It is, therefore, no wonder at all that upon such time and upon such hour, there is heard neither weeping nor joy.

IX

For a time is a time and an hour is an hour and what is time and what is hour to the blind and the deaf and the fool and the ass and the idiot impervious and oblivious?

X

Which is to say,

a time to the incurably blind for whom oblivion is sovereign:

is nothing;

So too, an hour to the most certainly deaf.

XI

Thus, the wise and the all knowing see and hear nothing upon such time and upon such hour that is absent of weeping and joy.

XII

With laurels upon brows of idiots;

it is the time of would be gods;

it is the hour of ignorance's reign.

Or;

is it not;

now?

XIII

Alas, nothing shall become of the blind and the deaf and the fool and the ass and the idiot.

XIV

Except, laurels undeserved upon brows undeserving. Naught but naught and charade.

And so too, would be gods and ignorance's reign.

XV

Then, what of such time and what of such hour? Then, what of such farce and what of such sham? Then, what of nothing?

XVI

From nothing is beget nothing.

XVII

What, then, is nothing?

But the blind and the deaf and the fool and the ass and the idiot;

who believe:

it is their time and it is their hour of their godhood and their godship?

XVIII

As for the time? As for the hour? That is? That is not as the blind and not as the deaf and not as the fool and not as the ass and not as the idiot believe?

It is the time of Truth.

It is the time of Lie.

It is the hour of make believe horror that beguiles the fearful and the frightened.

It is the hour of what blooms beyond nothing that sets nothing free.

It is now;

is it not?

XIX

Which is to say;

freedom begets freedom; choice begets choice;

power begets power; act begets act.

Which is to say;

the time of truth begets the time of truth; the time of lie begets the time of lie;

the hour of make believe begets the hour of make believe; the hour that sets nothing free begets the hour that sets;

nothing;

free.

XX

Alas, though free will is freedom inalienable;

time and hour is eternal.

Not unlike mortality and immortality. Neither mutuus. Nor aequum. When all is said. When all is done. What blooms beyond nothing is;

what blooms beyond mortality is;

immortality.

Epilogue

i

Is nothing a lie of would be gods? Or is immortality? Is nothing a make believe horror of ignorance? Or is eternal determinism?

ii

Wisdom infallible lies.

So too, knowledge all knowing.

For;

wisdom infallible and knowledge all knowing is the freedom and the power and the choice and the act of the blind and the deaf and the fool and the ass and the idiot;

wisdom infallible and knowledge all knowing is the ignorance's reign of would be gods;

wisdom infallible and knowledge all knowing is;

nothing.

iii

Or:

is godhood and godship of nothing worth weeping and joy?

Then, weep! If nothing is worth weeping for.

Then, joy! If nothing is worth joy for.

iv

Though, all time is all time and hence, eternal. 

And so too, hour. 

Mortality is now and no more.

Further Reading

a dialogue: Brief Seasons of Intellectual Dissipation from Cobwebs from an Empty Skull (Ambrose Bierce as Dod Grile)

a fable: The Dog and the Sparrow from Children's and Household Tales (Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm)

an essay: Resistance to Civil Government (regarding The Rights and Duties of the Individual in relation to Government) (Henry David Thoreau)

Note

On the Freedom to Set Nothing Free composed March 27, 2018 (last revision April 2, 2018)

Postnote composed September 28, 2018 (last revision October 5, 2018)

M

Postnote

(i)

It has never felt more true that today is the day that sets nothing free. That today is the day of the supremacist whose hubris makes believe 'realities' and 'truths' that serve self interest are real realities and true truths. That today is the day of neighbors who but for sparrows would be spared accountability for barrenness of morality.

Alas.

Todays have come and todays have gone.

Todays exactly like today.

Avertible.

Yet ceaseless.

Because every today is the day of the supremacist whose 'realities' and whose 'truths' are make believe. Because every today is the day of the fool and the ass and the idiot. Because every today is the day of the 'only human'.

And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow?

Tomorrow will be another today that has come. And tomorrow will be another today that has gone. And tomorrow will be another today exactly like today. Every tomorrow will be every today. Exactly like today. Avertible. Yet ceaseless.

For the promise of tomorrow is the lie that makes believe that freedom is not freedom that choice is not choice that power is not power that act is not act that free will is not free will

today

and tomorrow

and yesterday

for all time

and at every hour.

For the promise of tomorrow is the lie

that

promises are worth weeping and joy.

(ii)

speaking of todays have come and todays have gone; todays exactly like today

who sees with equal eye, as God of all, a hero perish or a sparrow fall, atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, and now a bubble burst, and now a world  

a poem: Epistle I.III from An Essay on Man. Moral Essays and Satires. (Alexander Pope) (@ Project Gutenberg)

(note: minor modifications are mine)

(iii)

Postnote Note

Postnote is no more pessimism than On the Freedom to Set Nothing Free is nihilism.

Postnote is how On the Freedom to Set Nothing Free retains immediacy midst today's clime as potently and as fittingly as yesterday's clime.

Postnote is how passages of hours and times alter not a whit that which remains impervious to make believe: the truth.

(iv)

Postnote Annotation

'the supremacist' - 'race' is not the only extant much less the only worthy or the only vital or the only material, etc. 'category' exploited by supremacists to legitimize and to defend superiorism at the expense of aequum and mutuus

indeed, every real and believed 'race', 'religion', 'employment', 'status' or 'class', 'net worth' or 'income', 'gender' or 'sex', 'political leaning', etc. is exploited by supremacists to proselytize superiorism vis a vis 'race', 'religion', 'employment', 'status' or 'class', 'net worth' or 'income', 'gender' or 'sex', 'political leaning', etc.

'neighbors who but for sparrows' - see The Dog and the Sparrow from Children's and Household Tales (Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm)

indeed, but for sparrows, how many supremacists and how many fools and how many asses and how many idiots and how many 'only humans' evade accountability for barrenness of morality?

speaking of Workin' as Intended (tvfs); speaking of The Princess in the Tower (tvfs)

'the 'only human'' - it has never felt more true that today is the day of the apologism of the 'only human'

indeed, what make believe 'reality' and what make believe 'truth' serves self interest more than that make believe 'reality' and that make believe 'truth' that lies? that make believe 'reality' and that make believe 'truth' that deceives? that make believe 'reality' and that make believe 'truth' that malices? that make believe 'reality' and that make believe 'truth' that declares:

to be 'only human' is to be liar without apology! to be 'only human' is to be deceiver without apology! to be 'only human' is to be malice incarnate without apology! and to be lie apologist and deceit apologist and malice apologist is to be 'only human' who weeps for nothing! and to be lie apologist and deceit apologist and malice apologist is to be 'only human' who joys for nothing!

M

Workin' As Intended

If what's workin' ain't broke for the ain't broke

what makes the broke so sure that what's workin' is workin' for the broke?

Or

is what's workin'... workin' as intended?

Workin' As Intended

or

The Hymn of The Ain't Broke

It takes some thin' to exploit a pulpit with all the righteousness in the world

don't it?

But we got bills to pay

don't we?

So what if the hustle pays the bills!

No one is a saint

right?

&

It takes some thin' to profit from a stage with all the righteousness in the world

don't it?

But we got mouths to feed

don't we?

Who cares if the graft feeds mouths that gotta eat or starve!

No one is without flaw

right?

&

It takes some thin' to beguile each other with all the righteousness in the world

don't it?

But we gotta make it

don't we?

It don't matter if the fraud makes sweet victory of making it! 

No one is the bearer of blame

right?

&

Though all the righteousness in the world is not wanting of we who bear no blame for our frauds, our grafts, our hustles

whilst all the mercy in the world is wanting of we who are not without flaw (as our grafts, our hustles, our frauds, bear witness, in truth)

of we whose hustles, whose frauds, whose grafts are no righteous act of no saint

(with all the righteousness in the world for all the money in the world)

what work of ours is workin' as intended by we who ain't broke?

More

(i)

It takes some thin' to accuse every one of lying, of deceit, of malice... except one's self

don't it?

(Excepting such witness of such self who is I, no? For:

if

the one accused of lying, of deceit, of malice, is I

then

it takes some thin' indeed to flout all the righteousness of the world (of 'So what?' and 'Who cares?' and 'It don't matter!', of course) not wanting of the ain't broke, whose hustle and whose graft and whose fraud is work that's workin' as intended

don't it?)

ain't the real in 'reality' (which is also, 'realty', really) shit? &chickenshit and &bullshit and &shitrollingdownhill, the &God'sHonestTruth is some shit.

(ii)

From Charlotte's Web:

Wilbur (who is some pig, no?): Isn't it great, that I articulate! Isn't it grand, that you can understand! I don't grunt, I don't oink, I don't even squeak or squawk! When I wanna say a some thin', I open up and talk!

(quote above and more from Charlotte's Web @ IMDb (note: corrections and minor modifications are mine)

Speaking of &Perspective (tvfs), no?

(iii)

Composed January 10, 2018. Revised and posted January 31, 2018.

&

Addendum

Ain't nothin' gonna change i'self.

Yet. With hands empty and heads bowed and feet rooted in motionlessness, here we are. Waiting. For someone else to lift the weight of the world! For someone else to right do! For someone else to be, oh, merciful!

After all. It is so much more thrilling to reign unbridled power unfettered, to be, oh, glory glory tyranny!

For how satisfying it 'tis! To write the rules yet flout the rules! To make the law yet be above the law! To judge yet assume immunity from judgment!

(With all the righteousness in the world! For all the money in the world!) Oh, ye' sirrah!

Truly. Why bear the weight of the world? Why do good? Why tolerate mercy? When the privilege, surely, the right, of Lords and Masters and Gods and Saviors, is, the honor of hypocrisy by which enacting intolerance is merciful and wrong doing is righteous and denying care is giving a damn for the inheritors of legacies of greed whose exploitation fuel, oh, tyrannies that uplift the world as if all its weight ain't nothin' but the hot air that's the hymn of the ain't broke!

And. Who. Spurns. That!

Much less, spurns that, to be, oh, broke broke!

Speaking of &Broken (tvfs), no?

M

Legacy of Greed: Addendum

see also Legacy of Greed: The Getaway and The Takeaway or Part III (tvfs); Legacy of Greed: Paying for Paradise or Let's Connect the Dots Part II (tvfs); Legacy of Greed: Let's Connect the Dots or Why Paradise Papers - Matter - Now (tvfs)

Legacy of Greed: Addendum

Preface

published January 5, 2018 or the Eleventh Day of the Day of Christ (Mass) or the Eve of Epiphany or the Eve of the Day of Three Kings

note prior posts of Epiphany here (tvfs) and here (tvfs)

&

When a'praying 'think of us'

are the very fortunate whose fortunes prospered by one trillion and fifty billion dollars in one year (case in point, @ Bloomberg)

When a'pleading 'think of us'

are the very lords and masters who break their bread in bowers for sale for over one billion and five hundred million dollars (case in point, @ Daily Mail)

When a'promising 'we're thinking of you'

are the very patrons whose legacies of greed are testaments of paradise papers (case in point, @ ICIJ)

&

In. What. When.

are

such patrons a'promising, such lords and masters a'pleading, such fortunate a'praying

the deserved, the meritorious, the worthy, the righteous?

&

Postface

see also The Pen and The Sword in Falling Off the Humble Wagon (tvfs) (and On the Wagon for Good (tvfs))

note also prior post on giving and on gifts and how giving and how gifts revelate in The Giving Holly (tvfs)