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Amazon is something Jeff Bezos did for his mother
Picture a woman you’d describe as being an Amazon. I pictured Freya, from “Norsemen.” I know nothing about Jeff, besides that he was raised by an immigrant father. His mom was a businesswoman who capitalized Amazon. Jeff named a spaceship for her, and, circling back, Amazon is a defining name. It denotes strength, power, and a place vast, wet, labyrinthian and unknown, like your mom.
I want to despise Jeff for being so rich in the same way I despise anyone that sets themselves above the accomplished and educated with obscene merchant wealth. They are tradespeople who think they are gods, having no finer impulse than ego inflation. The ancient Norse culture had it right. If one of the local men began to think of himself as a god, string him high up in a tree for Wotan to take up to the gods, where he will suffer a devastating boredom. Gods are one trick ponies.
I don’t like these billionaires because they embody the anti-Christ, who seduced and fucked Peter Thiel. Now Peter goes around lecturing about the anti-Christ like he’s seeing his shadow, but at arm’s length. It’s a deeper and darker shadow than we realize. The South Park script about Satan’s being impregnated by Donald Trump was inspired by actual events, culminating in Thiel pulling J.D. Vance out of his ass.
“Just wear my ring, around your neck.”
“Security!”
Having billionaires is like raising dinosaurs. What are they actually for? We need a lot of services which our taxes should be paying for, and instead of helping society, the billionaires turn our Supreme Court against individual liberty, then take their now privately employed army and turn it in on us. The idea was that we were protecting ourselves from an outside threat. But now we’re busy raising dinosaurs. Some of them are vegetarians, but, still … they eat all day and all night, devouring everything in sight … it doesn’t matter that society needs nurturing and protection, not to a fucking dinosaur.
Is there a point here? No, it’s random and disconnected, like a real cabinet member, sitting before senators and behaving like Toxic Barbie. “You don’t deserve this good man. He has done more for bitches and the colored than any other President in the history of this country.”
It’s like there used to be a place in the pool for everybody, but Baby Huey dropped his fat ass in there and there’s no room for anything else. But we do have music. Van Morrison’s new album, “Somebody Tried to Sell Me a Bridge,” is a good listen.
I remember from childhood a TV series called “The Millionaire,” where this guy would select a deserving recipient, someone who had a lesson to learn, and give them one million dollars… often with strings attached. One string I recall was “You have to spend it all in one day.” Back then, that was nearly impossible. Anyway, also back then, the income tax on a million dollars was $900,000, which left the receiver a whopping $100,000 to keep. Imagine! 100K was an enormous amount, when working folk earned way less than 10K/year. Somewhere along the way, the wealthy bribed their way into gummint control and got their tax burden reduced to essentially zero, leaving the low-earning taxpayers to support everything: infrastructure, moon shots, defense, social services… etc., while the fat cats continued to rape the country and consume caviar. WTF is wrong with this picture?