Sunday, June 24, 2012

Horizon Dreams


Horizon Dreams


To bed to sleep to retire tonight;
From daily tasks, find some rest.
Close the drapes and tuck the covers tight;
Day is done, sun has gone west.

To work to toil to earn tomorrow
Your due worth for every day,
Plus some for the future to borrow
When no more you earn your pay.

To home to stay to roost to the end;
Life taken at its new pace.
To leisure and ease you now descend;
Longtime patterns to replace.

The children are grown and moved away;
Their lives now their own to choose.
Some moments with you they pause to stay,
But their time, not yours to use.

To need to have no plan to follow;
Your tapestry unravels.
Listless lolling in a deep wallow;
Stay put, no daily travels.

To count not days, but the passing years,
For weeks are full of Sundays.
Go out, old man, and find new frontiers,
Lest you sink into malaise.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Playing Along with the Pro


Playing Along with the Pro


He shoots, he scores;
We rise out of our seats,
Hoot, cheer, and stomp floors
In appreciation of his feats.

He shoots, he misses;
We groan and moan galore,
Booes, catcalls, and hisses
In that heckling roar.

He wins, we pay
To ride upon his shoulders.
His glory, ours today;
Our team, the title holders.

He loses, we pay
To ride upon his back.
His defeat, we say,
Is only his own lack.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Ridiculosity


Ridiculosity



I often strive to be absurd,
Tho' my messages challenge comprehension,
In my wish at least to be heard,
If only as my latest pretension.

I fear to fall short at banal,
Unable to capture others' attention,
To see them flee my teapot squall,
My triteness lacking enough dimension.

I mind not if at me you laugh
With that little note of condescension.
I'll ride bareback on a giraffe
To play on you my specious invention.

I try to wake in you a thought,
Standing brightly apart from convention.
I hope that I will not be caught
When you think of the jest's full extension.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

The Old Man and the Young Man


The Old Man and the Young Man


dedicated to Neil Dorans who reminded me of the young man within

Last night, in the playground of my thought,
I met myself strolling on the walk.
We both came pondering puzzles we fought,
But paused in recognition to talk.

Say, old man, do you remember me?”
I asked the grey-bearded one.
Oh, do you still dream of what you will be?”
I responded to the young gun.

Am I happy, am I famous;
Have I lived the life I want?
True to my ideals or aimless,
Off course, and nonchalant?

I wish to grow and know myself,
To see a better world,
To add knowledge to mankind's shelf,
To see peace's flag unfurled.

Family and friends of whom I care
Are scheduled in my plan.
Achievement and fun, plenty to share,
As I am you, old man.”

I have not changed who you become,
Though choice and chance prevail.
I am happy to want what did come,
To have survived life's travail.

And yet, not all goes as planned,
And our chosen paths diverge.
Life does not bend to youth's command,
And unseen obstacles emerge.

My lad, be prepared to be surprised,
More and less are yet to come.
Allow ourselves to be advised
By experience-acquired wisdom.”

I looked upon me and I looked back,
Disbelief filled all our eyes.
My life to be I cannot hijack,
Nor life that was likewise.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Week-o!

Week-o!


Out-ho, out-ho,
  Weekend come and me outta here.
Out, me shout out, me shout out, me shout out, me shout out-ho.
  Weekend come and me outta here.

Work all week and Friday come!
  Ho, ho, hum, in office doldrum.
Have no sight of noontime sun!
  Ho, ho, hum, in office doldrum.

Punch me clock so me can go.
  Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum.
Me got wild oats to sow.
  Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum.

Dream me hammock out there hung.
  Oh, oh, oh, the weekend's fun.
'Laxing me bod out in the sun.
  Oh, oh, oh, the weekend's fun.

Out-ho, out-ho,
  Weekend come and me outta here.
Out, me shout out, me shout out, me shout out, me shout out-ho,
  Weekend come and me outta here.

She do call, c'mere, hon!
  Uh, oh, oh, the fun is done.
Got weekend chores to be run.
  Uh, oh, oh, the fun is done.

Work both days in broiling sun.
  Mow, mow, mow, the grass' so long.
Muscles cooked until well done.
  Mow, mow, mow, the grass' so long.


Out-ho, out-ho,
  Weekend done and me outta here.
Out, me shout out, me shout out, me shout out, me shout out-ho.
  Weekend done, me want outta here.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

To Choose or Not to Choose



To Choose or Not to Choose


When asked to choose my side
   Upon the great issues of the day,
I pause for many moments to bide
   As I formulate what to say.

What envy can I feel then
   For those with ready response;
They need not ponder deeply when
   Prepared answers echo with nonchalance.

But so slowly, I too oft consider
   Details and circumstances around
That trouble not the quick bidder
   Who the singular choice trigger found.

In their black and white world,
   Decisions are easy and definite.
The truth is snappily unfurled 
   With a salute quite requisite.

Who will dare to disagree
   With such firmly held stances,
Anchored on one foot like a tree,
   Immune to all argued advances?

To pit one tree against another,
   Grown as deeply buried from its seed,
Merely flails branches without bother,
   To which neither pays any heed.

We slow thinkers soon are lost
   In the forest of quick spouted advocates
Who do all the ground exhaust
   In our forum for public debates.

But yet I stop and take my time
   Although my opinion goes unheard.
Thankless to try to add Reason to Rhyme
    When chanted slogans descend to the absurd.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

The Life of a Gadfly

The Life of a Gadfly


Many ages have passed since Hera gave our females the Thirst.  Without the feast of blood, our species would not see its next generation. Now we are renowned for those startling nips and reviled for that small part of our life placed upon us by a jealous goddess.  Io shall forever flee our bites, even as we search for more meaty rumps to feed the Thirst.

Let us embrace our reputation rather than dilute it with the truth about the nectar-sipping ways for most of our adult lives.  Allow the toothless males to revel in the begrudged respect and caution our species elicits amongst the slow and fleshy targets.  Accept the praise in analogue to those amongst the meals who refuse to let complacency overlook the problems which surround their kind – those who prod their fellows with sharp inquiry and rebuke upon their exposed flaws.

From the example of those human gadflies, we should draw self-respect.  Do they not too feel the compulsion of the Thirst, long held in unneeded dormancy, but arising in undeniable urgency when unmoving obstacles thwart improvement and progress?  Will their community grow when merely nourished on stagnant tried-and-wanting ways, following with inertial plodding on the worn path in the wrong direction?  Let their sawing upon the oblivious flesh stir the social body to cast an eye to the site of their attack.  They brave the possible swat to feed the Thirst, but, like us, may be aided in escape by the awoken curiosity  as the startled target seeks explanation before vengeance.  One bite does not kill the bitten; it merely reminds it not to rest too long in one (perhaps ill considered) spot.

Do we claim to have such altruistic purpose in our Thirst-driven meals?  No, we are mere natural mechanisms in the celestial plans of others.  How much cognition can be packed into a bug?  But the results are the same with intentional motivation or repeated side-effect.  Did Hera endow us with the Thirst for good or evil purposes?  How does a bug judge a goddess?  But we have roamed far from Io's tender flesh.  We defended Mt. Olympus itself from the invasion of Bellerophon astride Pegagus.  Who can count all the events we have initiated and weigh their values to the bitten and those nearby?  Or add to the tally those we have inspired amongst our human counterparts?  Let us take pride, fellow gadflies, and give thanks for the Thirst that gives us our identity and role in the world.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Gang Aft Agley


GANG AFT AGLEY


What plans have you within our home
    That in the kitchen you boldly roam?
For dropped crumbs, the floor you comb,
   With hope for a morsel to eat,
In cabinets you search for some
   With questing nose and scurrying feet.

Did we not make the division clear;
    Walls between you there and us in here?
We did not break your nest with a shear
    To drive you homeless away;
We offered no solace to ease your fear,
    No invitation with us to stay.

Nature for you chose a rustic alfresco abode;
    To us, lumber, brick and steel were bestowed.
Another meal is all you think to be owed,
    But we look to a more distant future.
We stow away what you eat as soon as showed,
    Caching and investing for a later venture.

If you do not to our construction give,
    Why do you presume herein to live?
The dog and cat are amply appreciative
    And fulfill their household duty;
But you mooch and steal in acts so secretive,
    Our stockpiles seen as your booty.

When at our hearth, at last, we retire
    And reflect upon our years for hire,
Will our savings meet the comfort we desire?
    And will you remain to demand a share
Of all we strove for ourselves to acquire
    With such meek claims for what is fair?

You had no savings account nor 401K plan;
    You consumed all you found during that span.
Contending supply could barely met your demand,
    If you could, say you, you would save,
But then your controlling hunger began,
    All falling to what you immediately crave.

Should we with charity view your misfortune,
    Adding the cost of your support to our commune?
Even our meager wealth makes your need picayune;
    If all, who can, fund but a small bite,
The deductions would not be inopportune,
    But, how I do wish you stay out of sight.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Rambling through Silence


RAMBLING THROUGH SILENCE


If a blog falls flat in the blogsphere and nobody is reading it anyway, does it make an impression? One of the first piece of advice was to write these bits at a slow enough pace to grow accustomed to producing them. In the past month, I have seen more of them start on my tablet of paper than finish on my computer screen. If I am my audience, do these need to satisfy me before I post them? Maybe I should try to write a ramble instead of an engineered “essay with a purpose”. If I am the only critic (and censor) of my blog writing, perhaps it is time to give that part of me a week (or more) off.

Setting out on a new pathway, hoping for an adventure, an amusement, or merely an improvement of one's surroundings, seems like an easy task to me. I often treat it as too easy, for only after I am heading down that path do I acknowledge I have left without a plan or destination in mind. Too much preparation would delay too long, setting my curiosity in harness where it would grow listless. But the kick of curiosity at the onset is unlikely to last as motivation beyond the first half dozen turns. Will some shiny new thing be discovered soon enough to spur me further, or sideways, to continue my exploration? Reaching the finish of the path (for underprepared me), in contrast, seems quite difficult – will abandoning it have real consequences?

Many of these journeys are quite trivial – armchair exercises to flex the sinews of my mind – and equally inconsequential in the events of the world around me. If the path fails to reach a recognizable destination, I am transported back to where I began with only the “waste” of time and efforts to account in the balance sheet of my life's production. If I treat myself gently in this callout for underachievement, who else will be any harsher?

I have become a practitioner of (very shallow) increment planning, if not also its victim. Many people are, I think, but once upon a time I did not so categorize myself. While I see grand plans about me and my own dreamy speculations about possible projects brainstorm future unlikelihoods, usually my preparation are merely enough to seek an approach before my first toe-test of the waters. Whereas once I was scoffed for the time I took to discuss goals and specifications for projects I was employed to develop (to the point that I abandoned that career (initiating my current path)), now I work piecemeal on scraps of ideas, seeing if anything lays beneath the small stones I overturn that might interest others. Perhaps I find enough to entice me to dig a bit deeper on my own, even in the absence of their attentions.

And I supposed many times I pity myself for the pettiness and lack of scope and goal in what I do now, especially at my job. I will turn to my home and leisure life and propose to myself that I will find worthy accomplishments to be achieved there. But habits of mind are hard to break. Complacence with decades of family life producing a calm and cozy home and grown children does not cry out for renovation projects. Where do I find some long term goals to which to plot my course for many long hours to come? Do I have the attention span remaining to make the trip worthwhile? Who benefits beyond myself? And if nobody else benefits, is it really worthwhile for myself alone? And so the vision of worth diminished, the allocation of resources are minimized by the investor (me) until better returns can be offered. Give me some preliminary results or I might be well sit upon my resources (time) and twittled them away in my own amusement.

When comfort and un-need dominate one's life, what can provide an outlet for gobbling up the unencumbered resources? Money can be be saved for the future, but not time. There is less time ahead in my life than behind. As a certainty, that has probably always been true – the past will continue to exist without shrinkage, but the future is, at best, a promise which can be broken in a moment. The “time is money” adage holds little truth for me. Yes, I can convert some of my time to money (and others are more efficient in doing so), and as a volunteer I can save somebody or some organization some money. But “time is sleep (rest), refreshment (fun), and improvement (investment)” seems equally true and important to life. There is a puritanism, to which I was indoctrinated, that “time is wasted” if not spent on worth. Oh, to escape our indoctrination!

So, with the needs of family, employer, and community met, how does one make the time spent on hobbies have value? Outside its meaning as a form of relaxation, the hobby might be volunteer labor (to further meet community needs, for example). A collection might be thought to be an investment in education or possible financial speculation (if delusional value is allowed); I do that with “free time”. A hobby that produces something (knitting, carpentry, blog writing) might have worth if anyone wants or uses the product. Fitness hobbies seem to derive value from increasing health, thus life, and thus more time to figure out how to use. But fun and mental health might be enough excuse for hobbies – even allowing such amusements as writing a blog as this.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

In Defense of Apathy


IN DEFENSE OF APATHY

Written as Alfred Chamberlain (1972)

{Reference: Jules Feiffer's “Little Murders”}

I do not really care for myself that apathy has been maligned, but for the sake of the unenlightened, I have chosen to speak out.

Apathy has been grossly misunderstood. It has found itself cast amongst such emotional catch-words as stagnation and death. It has been repulsed on first sight and decried as the eventual bane of all civilization. Men have turned their strongest forces of destruction, from propaganda to physical force, against apathy. And yet apathy, although scarred, remains entrenched, although snobbishly overlooked. Endurance, such as this, demands examination.

What is apathy? The word is of Greek origin, coming from a- (not) + pathos (suffering). Simply then, it means “not suffering.” Allow Noah Webster to finish the definition; “want of feeling; lack of passion, emotion, or excitement.” But that is all textbook and too highly academic; when does apathy overcome the average man on the street, on the campus? When he is about to get hurt or just after. And why? Simply because he does not want to suffer the hurt, a fully natural reaction.

In that elementary statement lies the clue to what apathy really is. Apathy is not the abandonment of emotion for mere dogma, but the shedding of the entanglement of emotion is for protection. In the interest of self-preservation, when being assaulted from all sides, one logical solution is obvious: remove some of the weapons from the hands of your enemies. The damage done is thus lessened to merely the level of the physical and kept away from the delicate region of the mental.

But apathy is not necessarily a fully selfish act. In the most rudimentary stages, apathy may be highly self-centered without a social conscience, but apathy in its highly developed stages is much more socially aware than the current garble of emotionalism. Emotionalism is prey to contradictory feelings about the same matter: one person loves vegetables and another hates them. But the apathist is not entangled by all of these contradictions, because he has removed himself from being motivated by emotions. The apathist is motivated by the facts which clearly point towards his goals, towards self-preservation in its crude forms and to such ideals as nonviolence in its sophisticated forms. The apathist, no longer suffering the forces of passion, is able to make clear-headed decisions on his actons. A man who does not feel the grief of the death of a friend will not feel the thirst for revenge; he will have patience for facts and due processes. The apathist is an impartial judge, a man free of prejudice, a man who can grasp the concepts of equality, freedom, and social responsibility. If the apathist wants something for himself, he wants it for everyone.

Do not confuse the apathist with a man who knows no joys. The apathist enjoy his activities as fully as anyone else, but he refuses to be blinded in their pursuit. He will yield his tempoarary amusements to achieve his goal even if that goal is just self-preservation. If his goal is nonviolence, then he will absorb a physical hurt before allowing somebody else to suffer it.

It is not the practice of apathy which can be questioned; rather it is the goals of the apathist. If an apathist chooses to be a successful businessman and lacks all scruples, then he can be destructive. But the apathetic businessman is no more destructive or deplorable than the emotionally motivated greedy businessman who seeks to trample on others to reach his pinnacle of success. A businessman of this sort may appear apathetic, but his emotions of greed and hatred for others expel him from the region of the apathist.

To a practical man, apathy may seem to be foolish martryism. Let the practical man think that if he wants, but apathy does not deserve all the discredit it has received. From its purest form as a reflex to its development of social conscience, apathy is clearly a justifiable solution to the confrontation of a problem. Seek rather to dispel the forces of disillusionment which lead men to apathy.


Sunday, April 15, 2012

Our Most Revered Sin


OUR MOST REVERED SIN

I am proud of you, son.
Take pride in all your work.
Be a proud American.
Have you no pride, you jerk?

The cardinal sins of a mortal life have been catalogued many times (Proverbs, Pope Gregory I, Dante, Buddhist klesha, and others), but the sin that appears on every list is Pride. Many a tragic character (from Greece to Hollywood) has tripped upon the stage from a dangling hubris. Although the foremost of the deadly sins, it is the one to which nearly everyone lays a boastful claim to possess or aspire.

We exalt in our pride – our sense of elevated accomplishment whether personally achieved or as identification in groups. What could possibly be wrong and sinful about the confidence, satisfaction, fulfillment, and warm fuzzy feelings of Pride? Like the other cardinal sins (Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth, and Gluttony), Pride is a motivational seed from which destructive actions may grow. When we raise our self-esteem up with Pride, we may reciprocally lower our esteem of others with Disdain, perhaps Contempt. When we become proudly satisfied with our attainments, we may cease to drive further to do more. When we reflect so self-favorably on our efforts and sacrifices, we may seek entitlement to compensation and privilege from others, whether they share our high opinion or not.

Although the other major vices may arise as naturally and as temptingly from our human emotions, rarely are we told to value them as personal assets in ourselves or others. Pride is the sneakiest as it creeps amongst us wrapped in the sheepskin of virtue. Pride prepares the path for us to allow indulgences in the pleasures and reliefs of other sins. We deserve a bit of Lust, Greed, and their bad company, for we have earned tiny forgivenesses for an occasional slip or misdeed.

Buddhism recognizes that we may pacify the poisons (kleshas) that corrupt our beings, but purging them is impossible. Therefore, I can neither command you to cast out Pride nor instruct you on how to avoid its presence in your emotional palette. At best, I can merely offer these suggestions to Hide the Pride.

  1. Compliment others. Find your best features in other people and praise those qualities there rather than in yourself. “My trustworthy and rich friends have kindly supported my candidacy and I humbly thank them.” If seen as guilty of the same traits, the fault of the association is in the minds of the listener, not any self-congratulatory words of yours.
  2. Swallow it. As bitter a dish as that might seem, remember you are the chef who created it. “In the interest of progress, let's forget our grievances and pool our resources.” Well, maybe wave the spoon for a final flourish so people can see your concession, but then it's over, right?
  3. Prove it – do it again. Be your own naysayer to challenge whether your past achievements are mere fortune and flukes. “You ain't seen nothing yet!” People will be impressed with your tenacity and self-effacing attitude.
  4. Include others. So little in life is accomplished alone. “I want to acknowledge my worthy opponent for all the novel ideas he brought to this contest. We all will be stronger as the race goes on without him and his contributions.” Nobody will remember those “novel ideas” were “crackpot schemes” a week ago nor recognize them by the time you retread them as your own.
  5. Go where nobody knows your name. Nothing is quite so humbling as a lack of reputation to validate your ego. “What, do I look like a professional assassin? No, really, I have only done a couple of amateur jobs of more personal than financial interest to me.” With enough anonymity, even you will wonder who you are.
  6. Shirk the honor. The trophy collecting dust after the deed adds nothing to the worthiness of the deed, but does refresh the complacency of been-there/done-that whenever passing in front of your eye. “Your thanks are more than I need; it was my privilege (duty, pleasure, good luck) to be the one to save (the day, the building, your pet, you).” Of course, there are those seeking to bathe in your glory in organizing the ceremony and conveying the award, but you spare them the unhealthy boost to their prides as well in eschewing those group hugs.
  7. Fixate on your faults. How many teaspoons of self-loathing does it take to spoil a whole banquet of self-esteem? “Oh, I would gladly give up all my money to be more generous. But, alas, I am too suspicious of everyone.” The hopelessness of self-improvement (a feature of the disillusionment of Sloth) will prevent your need actually to fix your fixation, so you can reuse this check on your pride for years/decades to come.
  8. Expand your vocabulary. Avoid “pride” and “proud” by learning to choose your words better. “I am very pleased in how you have grown, my son. Do your best in all you do. Be a patriotic American. Have you no shame, you jerk?” Maybe your underlying thoughts are the same, but you have broken the literal link. When it is your self thinking down the wrong path, is a bit of self-deception just what is needed to change the street signs along that route?

Whether our souls are held to account for transgressions in thought or only in deed is a matter of theological debate. But for me, my fine reader, you may be as proud of your success (or failure), your heritage, and your community as you please, as long as you permit me the same internal ground for strutting that stays off your toes. If you can control the gateway to prevent your unwholesome thoughts from pouring into activated behaviors treading upon us outside your egosphere, we should be content in the actuality of accord without frustrating ourselves in your internal battles to behave civilly. I make these suggestions to myself as well as you, but I do not proclaim excellence in my ability to apply them everyday. Let us practice together that we might separate the laudable rewards of Pride in doing right from the destructive temptation of Pride to lose care for the people and the world around us.



Sunday, April 8, 2012

My Life as a Juvenal Delinquent


MY LIFE AS A JUVENAL DELINQUENT


When soliciting ideas to trigger future offerings for this venue, I received the sage advice to write from my own experience about actual events in my life. Well, I thought, such a grounding in Reality would certainly defeat the hero of these tales ere he dons his chimerical armor with which to face his foes upon the philosophical battlefield. Albeit the same advice repeated in every composition class in which I ever enrolled, I find myself more closely aligned with the sticker my RPG briefcase bore for many years – Reality is a crutch for those unable to cope with Science Fiction.

But perhaps Reality is more misunderstood than overrated. From before Plato's cave to long after my trip across this mortal stage, Experience and Reality may dance to the same silent music, but they produce different sets of footprints on the sticky surfaces of our minds. It might be argued that Reality truly never descends to the level of our perception and knowledge. If there is only one Reality, there are nonetheless billions of varying views of It gathered by the witnesses upon our plane. Tolerance begins when we realize that nobody (including ourselves) is ever fully correct in the Truth about Reality. We may not all be equally wrong, but we all have missed something that others have seen from a different vantage point.

So, indeed, my wise friend has suggested that my tolerant and curious readers may be interested in my view from the other locations in that metaphysical cave through which I have traveled.

How have I traveled my path? I have spent some time watching (listening, smelling, tasting, touching) the shadows of the physical world about me – although I have tread upon less than one-tenth of one percent of its dry land in a brief moment of its billions of years of existence. But in my mind, with the guides humanity has provided to me in literature and other communication media, I have traveled across time and space with nearly unbounded opportunity. DaVinci, Gulliver, and Obama are as real in my Experience as my neighbor, co-worker, friend, and family member; Egypt and Oz as real as my livingroom and workstation. Not equally detailed nor daily referenced as I stumble about observing, cataloguing, and analyzing fresh stimuli, but yet all truly possess internalized presences.

So, what topic might stymy my ability to have an opinion? Allowing that opinion to be in disagreement with others' Experience releases any inhibition enforcing social conformity. Without the need to occupy it physically, at what height or depth can my imagination not create for itself an avatar to inhabit for its new perspective? What absurdity can I not hurl along its hyperbolic path as eagerly, if not as ably, as any politician or pundit?

When my sister asks if these postings are mine or reposting of others' works, maybe I should answer “perhaps not the me you (nor I) know”.

Will I believe everything some persona of mine composes from thoughts to words? Perhaps no more often than you, my patient reader. I shall be sitting in the audience too, hoping to be entertained or enlightened by these performances. I also expect to be disappointed by some (and might spare you from the opportunity to suffer those similar discomforts, but you might not be so lucky).

So, if you are prepared to peruse the travelogue of a man who has come to believe that possibly his joking father was “a wooly caterpillar once” (and a hundred other incredible past lives and truth-tickling lies), I welcome you along on the journey.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Practically a Solution


Practically A Solution

For Ameliorating the Discord Inherent in a Society of Economic Inequality


In recent months, before winter and sanitary needs set in, a stroll in a familiar park was disrupted or totally prevented in cities and towns throughout our nations (and others) by protesting occupiers of those spaces. By self-proclamation, they represented the economically lower 99% of Americans disproportionally removed from the nation’s financial wealth, as embodied in investments principally owned by the other 1%. While this 1% owns 43% of the interest in corporations (and the next 19% owns another 50%), the vast majority of Americans have only a small slice of control over corporate actions which define their jobs, income, goods and services to purchase, and general economic world in which they live.

At the beginning of the 19th century, there were only 300 corporations in America (and only eight were in manufacturing). Now, a bit over 200 years later, there are nearly 6 million of these legal fictions allowed to act with the privileges and obligations granted to a “person” under civil law. With the ability to gather the resources and powers of many “natural” people into a single “corporate person”, these entities conduct vital business in our society in a coordinated and self-perpetuating manner beyond the scope of mere human individuals.

But whether with fear, resentment, and/or envy, we are reacting to the corporate Pinocchios not only escaping the control of their human creators, but grasping the strings to dictate the stage and the play of our human drama. Their collective lobbying and legal actions over the last two centuries have extended their privileges seemingly beyond those of natural citizens while avoiding, or at least diminishing, the extension of their obligations. It is right that they have done so, for their fiduciary responsibility required them to gain value and better advantage for themselves (and thus, indirectly, for their owners). It is what made (and still makes) America grow. But both the owning and non-owning human citizens of America now share their relative disadvantage to our fellow corporate citizens.

Recently I was asked by a learned friend if I might apply my modest skills of research and analysis to examine this issue. The nature of the situation has been studied and discoursed upon by many before me, both scientifically and emotionally. For somebody to come forward with a plan to balance the dynamic needs of an economy for investment of otherwise unencumbered funds and the incentives of prosperity to drive productivity and progress with the egalitarian desire for all society members to participate contentedly in our shared community would be worthy of universal praise. Humbly, I present such a plan herein, not for fame, but for the simple benefit of restoring our American unity and pride.

While the reason it has been overlooked heretofore is unclear to me, the solution is obvious. Natural persons need to become corporations. Humanity has run its course as a basis for society and its exchanges.

My fair reader may ask, how does the flesh and soul of our humanity holds us back from the benefits of the artificial embodiment of corporations?

Mortality. Unburdened from the frailty of flesh, the corporation is prepared to be immortal. While in actual fact an incident of unfavorable cash flow can be as lethal to a corporation as excessive loss in blood flow, the lifetime of a corporation is independent from those of its mortal owners (and employees).

Liability. Bound by personal responsibility, humans have the consequences of their actions able to tap into (and deplete) all their available resources for recompense, whether related to the actions or not. Corporations limit the liability felt by its owners to only those resources invested in the corporate enterprise. Buy a million dollars of stock – risk a million dollar loss, but never a larger one.

Criminality. While corporations are persons of legal standing, corporations lack the body to serve the time. Even the managers of corporations seem rarely to serve punishments for the “white collar” criminal misbehavior and malfeasance; they are more often seen to be rewarded with retention bonuses and stock options for their clever (albeit failed) stratagems to test the bounds on the behalf of the corporation. Owners not employed by the corporation are clear of personal risk of such charges, bearing only (limited) financial risk. The corporation picks up the tab for any penalties and changes its practices to avoid (being caught) committing such offenses again.

Taxation. The corporate citizen pays its taxes. But the rules for income and gains versus expenses and losses recognize the long term nature of the corporation and its needs to perpetuate, grow, and even thrive beyond a mere tax season. A person receiving $10,000 in income and spending $5,000 to feed and clothe the demanding body required to earn that income is still liable for taxation on the full $10,000. But a corporation selling $10,000 of goods to produce its income and spending $8,000 for raw materials, equipment, and labor (by self-clothed/-fed employees) to manufacture and deliver the goods has tax exposure merely on the net profit of $2000. The allowable necessities of human life are limited to standard and well-defined itemized deductions, while the necessities to conduct business life are less confined in definition and volume in their cost subtractions. At the federal level, taxable income of large multi-billion dollar corporations are treated essentially equal in tax rates (34-35%) as all but the smallest corporations (net income less than $335,000) without the disincentive of progressive taxation to limit their entrepreneurship, growth, and contribution to the societal economy.

Sexuality and Sensuality. Lacking anatomical and metabolic components, Lust drops out of the cardinal sins that tempt and drive corporations. While the same may not be possible to say for its human owners and employees, the goals and motives for corporate actions are not thrown into disarray by hormonal surges. Similarly, the corporation does not fall prey to the carnal whims of hunger, thirst, nor pain.

Morality and Religion. The moral duties of the corporation are defined by the fiduciary trusts in its founding charter. In the very many cases of “for profit” corporations, that chief responsibility is to manage the owners’ investments to maximize financial return. All corporations must act within the rules of Law, but are not generally bound by the diverse sets of non-secular rights and wrongs of our many competing religions. Corporations derive their moral code from that which can be agreed upon by all religions and non-religions, not their differences. That and what their accountants and market research tell them.

How does our society convert humanity into negotiable corporate commodity?

One of the greatest beauties of the proposal offered here is that its requirements for implementation have already been enacted in our American jurisprudence. The replacement of the word “person” with “corporation” in our legal and constitutional documents is established law under the prevailing interpretation of the due process of the Fourteenth Amendment. The simple completion of the process from an implicit application of our laws to an explicit literal statement in the laws is a mere find-and-replace operation away. Any word processing software on the market can achieve this task. It is but a mild additional complexity to search for “people”, “man” and “men” (“woman” and “women” if such exist) to perform similar substituting edits.

As our Declaration of Independence proclaims, all corporations are created equal and endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights (life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness (profit)). To secure these rights, governments are instituted amongst corporations, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed (corporations).

While initially people of all ages will need to file their incorporation documents to ensure their rights under the United States of America Inc., henceforth the process of citizenship would commence at birth (or as the final step of naturalization – hereafter called “citizen acquisition mergers”). Following a two-week investigation and review period triggered by the IPO filing for the newborn, the parent corporations will issue the standard (and universally equal at creation) one thousand shares in the new incorporation. Such issuing corporations may elect to retain full or partial ownership in their progeny under market rules, but, after standard processing fees and commissions, they would share equally (or as stipulated in a procreation contractual agreement between the parties) in the net proceeds of the sale. Such funds as are so raised (supplemented as decided in subsequent transactions) should be prudently managed to ensure the rearing of the new corporate resource to a productive and autonomous adult entity.

At the attainment of adulthood, the shares in an individual corporation shall be doubled (to two thousand, or more as necessary to accommodate earlier stock splits and allowed subsequent issuances) with the new half assigned to the newly matured entity. Again, the new owner may elect to retain all, part, or none of these new shares dependent of its own desires and decisions related to the prevailing free market value at that time. It would be common practice for most adult individuals to retain at least partial ownership in themselves to allow for some future free will.

Thus, no individual will lack value and presence in the affairs and conduct of business in America.

What advantages will society and civilization gain by converting to a corporate basis?

Commodity. Even the poorer citizens will have something valuable of their own. While all human resources will not be of equal total value, the marketplace will ensure a merit-based evaluation of their portfolio.

Government. The derivation of legislative, executive, and judicial powers of the government from corporations will eliminate the often messy process of elections by the populace. While the tabulation of corporate opinion may still be more efficiently implemented with term-selected officers mandated with the management duties to make and enforce intercorporate laws, the politics of such selections would be streamlined to simple concensus amongst shareholders deciding each corporate vote. Most individuals may not even be troubled to express their opinions with their proxies having been assigned on controlling ownership by holding companies and other corporations.

Incarceration. With the shielding of personal responsibility under corporate ownership, the practice of imprisonment of offenders will disappear (or at least greatly diminish). This will be a huge cost savings in America where more than one person out of every two hundred adults is residing in our jails and prisons on the average day. The switch to civil penalties instead of criminal-corporeal punishment will not only eliminate these expenditures, but also develop a robust source of revenues for the operations of our federal, state, and local governments.

Civil Agreement. The existing law covering merger, acquisition, and divestiture will become the basis for the often emotionally entangled relationships between humans. Parenthood, marriage, and divorce are the most obviously improved under properly drawn contractual agreements. Freed of overriding personal issues of gender, religion, age, race, etc., corporate mergers will allow all unions considered in the best interest of the owners to be negotiated and implemented (with customized clauses and riders as agreed by the parties).

Perhaps less obviously, but certainly as dramatically, affected are employment relations. The daily value of a human resource's production is a necessary commodity for which an employer must compete. Without contractually granted rights to draw upon these resources, the employer has no employees. Other organizations seeking membership and contributions (churchs, charities, even leisure/recreation clubs) will also be in the bidding for favorable agreements with the owners of these resources.

Reinvestment. There has been considerable controversy and agitation over inheritance following the demise of persons. The heirs of the deceased feel entitled to the fruits of his/her lifetime of accumulation and often argue (or at least complain) about a division of assets based on the capricious “will” left behind. But under corporate ownership rules, the division of the assets retained by the deceased are dictated clearly in the proportional shares of ownership in that individual. Whereas individuals enter into the incorporation of USA Inc with one thousand shares, their departure (and revocation of corporate charter and its associated privileges) should similarly, in balance, require an absorption of one thousand shares at their current market value at time of death by the government (to control inflationary pressure due to overissuance of stock in the total market). The reinvestment of value is thus ensured into both the private and public sectors of the economy.

Do we need to give up our humanity to achieve peaceful accord in our society?

There may be some who argue that tweaks of the status quo are all that is required to calm the tensions and discord we are experiencing. It is difficult to share their enthusiasm and belief after witnessing the gridlock and morass that has stymied past efforts. Who can still hold hope that the government will enforce the existing regulations, that industries will calculate favorably the profitability of self-policed restraint, or that corporate chartering will return to a requirement of public good as one of the fundamental fiduciary duties in equal or greater importance to profits? Does anyone expect that human managers of faceless corporations will truly be held to account to the public for the subversion and destruction of our economy in the pursuit of corporate profits? What new regulations can be promulgated without funding or staff to enforce that will divert the corporate world from its well-trodden, although ill-advised, paths?

I offer this adaption of our society without prospect for personal gain on my part. My wife and I are neither impoverished nor wealthy under the current system and should have no more political nor economic power as two small corporations amongst 325 million than are afforded to us now.




Sunday, March 25, 2012

In Memoriam of John Partridge

In Memoriam of John Partridge


Isaac Bickerstaff views the signs
  From which the near truth he divines.
The last of March will be hard days
  For fellow soothsayer Partridge, he says.

A most famous victim of April first
  When in raging fever, your heart falsely burst.
You continue to conduct your business after
  To the widespread sounds of mourning and laughter.

The report of your death came quite quick
  Upon the prediction you would be fatally sick.
The stars spun against you this season
  As the news passed beyond rapid reason.

The joke is on you, dear John,
  As you wander streets hither and yon.
Your fame afore of which to boast
  Is supplanted by your premature ghost.