A Tale of Two Cities – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Tale_of_Two_Cities

Interesting, “! This page has some issues”

As do I so the topic is appropriate. For many years, former friends and acquaintances would cross the street rather than chance an encounter with me. Hiding behind fake smiles, and nervous body language it was often downright comical.

Even by telephone, by the fifth call that “Oh, someone’s at the door!” and “I was just getting to walk out the door when you called!” it becomes rather obvious you are being shown to the door. How sad people are unable to be candid and must resort to such artifices.

On occasion, I asked point blank why an adult felt compelled to run and hide as though they would be murdered in cold blood.

“Well, you can’t deny you have issues now.”

Yes, I do. I had just finished a three year forensic accounting project, that had dovetailed into a seven year rodeo with the BIG Wall Street Firm, when I ran smack dab into the National Bank Fraud epidemic.

Fear and intimidation tactics are illegal under both State and Federal laws. Yet be assured when Gangster Bankers arrive en masse, they make no bones about it. “Shut Up and Fish” or people will die. So yes, I had a lot of issues with that. I also had a lot of issues with a Government that not only encouraged such behaviour, but helped financially reward and make extremely profitable such antics.

Business isn’t always pretty. Business isn’t always nice. But to support flawed business models (and yes stealing, lying, cheating is flawed and it’s a dang shame that has to even be pointed out to some people), at the risk of dinging Americans 40% of their wealth in a 3 year period is grotesque.

There have been times that my “issues” have been settled informally via the most “ungentlemanly” types of agreements. Yet eventually as they were never written I forget, and the fight breaks out again.

Interesting when certain rednecks would talk about muslim religous hate back in 2000. I told them the only pissed off muslim I had ever met had told me point blank it had nothing to do with religion. “They name this town Gainesville! I call it Looserville!! You let these people get away with stealing everything? My hate is nothing to do with what god you worship, my hate is you lie and steal.” And despite my protests that we were actually fighting the same bums, he had no trust in American rule of law. According to him, we had two sets of laws. One for rich, and one for poor.

I disagreed with that man fervently. But of course I was only three years into the underbelly of the beast, and did not purchase McColl’s confessional book until March 2002.

Now the #justicegap and #incomeinequality are popular parlor and basement topics. My advocacy for a strong baby boomers middle class (to help elderly parents and millennial children), never was intended to be a seventeen year rant against the “machine”. Heck I thought I was part of the machine that worked pretty darn good. Not a dog to cower beneath a whip. This whole class warfare has been fueled and stoked by the Newly Minted Aristocracy so much, I thought of this book and guess who I thought of when I read this?

Repression is the only lasting philosophy. The dark deference of fear and slavery, my friend,” observed the Marquis, “will keep the dogs obedient to the whip, as long as this roof,” looking up to it, “shuts out the sky.

In fact I actually feel sorry for our President. He is not the first one, but rather the third one to be set-up by “The Man” I know has more “issues” than Carter has liver pills. Que Sera, Sera !

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