Where is the humanity in that?

Fuck-You-With-A-Smile-Photograph-Color-Pencil-PaperThis weekend I read a lot of financial news, which frankly is always an abysmal affair.

There is a part of me that wants to believe the solutions to the world’s problems exist in the analysis and numbers of the day-to-day changes going on in the worlds of banking, government lending and financial markets at large, yet I know that somehow life is just not fair.

I would be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me that wanted to be one of the cultural elites or the power hungry politicians, who in my mind seem to ride above everything horrible going on in the world today. They do not have to abide by laws it seems. They create laws not in their image but definitely in their favor, leaving wakes of destruction trailing behind them. Then I realize, I AM lying.

Broad statements and judgements not withstanding, I know they are no more secure in their positions or their certainty about life than I am, yet in schisms, they may be more entrenched in their daily operations, their meeting minutes, their due diligence – but they certainly aren’t any freer than any of their concomitants. Perhaps my rationalizations are missing the point. Perhaps my machinations are opining about subjects both unknowable and inconsequential. Perhaps they should have had the Indian coffee during their last meeting rather than the German tea…one a delicacy and the other just cool aide.

For as long as I remember, I’ve always operated on a budget of Sizzlean and Gucci with extra pork to spare. There has always been enough Gucci to go-round. Italian things made in Oriental places, foreign pork made in Bangladeshi races to collapse buildings quicker than careening and crashing Spanish trains…this world is not the smile that it appears to be.

People are screaming silently for a voice, while others are pleasantly smiling and quietly promising solutions to problems they made using voices so loud that it is like a holocaust of truth. It is sad but true that we will never understand why they tell us what they do, yet liars they are who always say “I do”. And “I do” is all they can say as they…insert words from photo to the left here.

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