Corporate State Tyranny

…a.k.a. Fascism is upon us.  Joel Kotkin explains how and why.

Local banks have disappeared and been replaced by online and large national financial institutions. Between 1983 and 2018, the number of banks fell from 11,000 to barely 4,000. This is not an anomaly, but a trend.

Today, a handful of giant corporations account for nearly 40 percent of the value of the Standard and Poor Index, a level of concentration unprecedented in modern history.

Alphabet, Amazon, Apple, Facebook, and Microsoft now make up 20 percent of the stock market’s total worth.

And Kotkin goes on to explain, in revolting detail, just what that means to us ordinary people.

It’s not enough to obey Big Brother and it’s not enough to love Big Brother;  now you have to do business with Big Brother, if you want to have any kind of life.

I knew things were bad… I just didn’t know how bad.  Read the whole thing;  why should I be the only one depressed?

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the range.  I only get to move back into the apartment after lunch, so I might as well do something productive till then.

News Roundup

News, bad news, stupid news, not news, all served up with acerbic commentary.


amazingly, this did not happen at Oberlin College.  And even better:


because that’s hate speech or sex discrimination or something.  Cue:  Life Of Brian’s Loretta.



shuddup and pay, peasants And people wonder why government offices are sometimes firebombed.


which can be blamed on (pick one):  1. Climate change 2. Natural erosion 3. Trump.


actually, President Braindead gets low marks for everything he’s done / not done, but I don’t mind the gun control failure.


and I’m not surprised.  Her choice for the third would be:

and his choice:

It’s so sad when couples can’t agree.

And now it’s time for INSIGNIFICA:

        …wanna bet?

Finally:

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Seems as though this punk kid decides that he wants to do something about overpopulation, i.e. shooting everyone he could in an apartment complex.  He manages to kill an old lady (no doubt getting a nod of approval from NYGov “Granny-Killer” Cuomo), but at that point, an Olde Pharte decides that enough is enough, and shoots the little bastard dead with his… hunting rifle.

[pause to let the cheers, applause hooting, hollering and catcalls die down]

This being Arkansas, I doubt whether anything more need be said about this.

Read all about it here.

My old buddy, the late (and sorely-missed) Airboss used to keep next to his front door not a shotgun, but a bolt-action .308 because, as he explained, “I can take care of myself;  it’s my neighbors who might need protection.”

Quod erat demonstratum.

 

Little Low

Changed one of my medications on the doctor’s recommendation, and it’s got me feeling a little tired and light-headed — as he warned it might.  But I should be better tomorrow, so normal service will resume then.

In the meantime, here are a couple of random pics, just to keep the thing going:

And one of my favorite — read “stirring” — pics of all:

Hubba hubba.

Reading Stuff

You know what I miss?  Reading newspapers and periodicals.  And one of the things the Brits do better than we do is this:

When I was the house guest at Free Market Towers, the first great pleasure of the day was not that first cup of coffee — at least, not altogether the first — it was the opportunity of reading an actual (dead tree) newspaper, great huge sheets of newsprint crammed with articles, essays, news and all sorts of stuff which could satisfy a polymath like me, learning all sorts of unlikely things that I wouldn’t ordinarily glance at.  But there, pint mug of coffee in hand, was the Daily Telegraph  which has somehow managed not to become  a complete waste of paper like so many others, e.g.  New York Times and Chicago Tribune, to name but two.

Back when I lived in the Chicago ‘burbs and caught the 5:30am train into the Loop each morning, I’d stop at the little kiosk at the Arlington Heights Metra station, buy a donut, cup of coffee and the Tribune ;  and let me tell you, the 90-minute journey into town took no time at all, because the Trib back in those days was not the Lefty rag it is today, boasting as it did wonderful writers like the late Mike Royko.

Which leads me to my next point.  For an old fart like me, who likes holding paper (whether newspaper or a book) to read, what the hell am I supposed to do?  There’s not a single U.S. newspaper worth the paper it’s printed on — go on, name me one, I challenge you — so even if we did have a corner newsagent like the one in the pic, there would be absolutely no point in calling on one unless it was to stoke my already-high morning irritation level up to boiling point.

And I’m quite aware that some of the smaller local newspapers are pretty good, but I don’t want a suburban newspaper:  I want a nice big fat city newspaper whose “World News” section isn’t just Associated Press feeds or cribs of CNN.  I want London’s Sunday Times  (just for its peerless Business & Economics section) and the Daily Telegraph, tailored for the U.S.

I don’t want to get my news online anymore;  mostly, it’s complete bullshit and clearly aimed for people with the attention span of mayflies.  Just when I’m getting interested in a topic, it ends with some trite sign-off from the writer, as though a topic actually worth about a thousand words is only given two hundred.  (I don’t know if that’s the fault of the Editor — always trying to pander to the aforesaid mayflies — or of the journalist, for whom a 1,000-word article would be beyond his writing capability and might require [gasp]  both a grasp of the topic and some journalistic research to reach that target length.)

I feel like my reading ability is being stifled, and it’s deteriorating;  and I don’t know what to do about it.