Thursday, August 6, 2009
Long, long ago, people knew each other and wished each other the very best. We had Tom the Butcher, we had Larry the Candlestickmaker, and Eustace, the Farmer.
Tom and Larry and Eustace worked, each unto himself. They had a product or skill that was valued each among each. There were times when Tom and Larry traded. Just so, did tom and Eustace. In fact, the three of them traded whenever they wanted! It was an idyllic relationship, since each man was an adult, and fully informed that whenever he would so choose, he could willfully change his vocation.
Tom was the luckiest of the three men. There would be nights when Eustace would leave for bed early, since he couldn't afford to pay Larry for additional candles just to stay up and read, or hit the internet for porn. Larry normally stayed up late, but during the Summer he found that the time he needed to produce candles went down...the Sun made sure there were plenty of hours for the kinds of things that men like Eustace, Larry and Tom wanted to do without the need for extra illlumination.
Butchering. Well, a man needs to eat. And since Tom was the Butcher, he found that unlike Eustace and Larry, demand was not dependent upon season, since men need to eat every day. So during the Summer, Eustace, the Farmer, would work on his farm from the earliest part of the day until after the Sun went down. Things didn't fare so well for Larry. So, when Larry was at the low point of his season, he went to Tom to ask if he could use a hand.
Brilliant! replied Tom. Yes, I will use your labour to help me meet the daily demand for meat. And I will pay you for your share of what you help to bring me. That is, not the gross amount of your product in terms of gross sales, but that portion, less capital costs, that you are responsible for. And Larry was happy.
Eustace heard of this wonderful thing; labour for hire! Imagine, he thought, how wonderful it would be if I could take the time when I cannot make money for myself, yet hire myself out to another, to receive my fair share of the resultant profits in form of wages! Brilliant!
This wonderful relationship lasted for years, until a man from Chicago came to town. The man from Chicago said, "Eustace? Larry? Did you know that Tom the Butcher was exploiting your labour? Did you know that he was making money off of your contribution to his business? Did you know that Tom the Butcher was richer than you? That Tom the Butcher had a bigger house than you? And that even his wife was prettier than your wives?"
Well, it turns out that Eustace and Larry were pricks. Rather than becoming Butchers themselves, they decided that they would go to the local constabulary and indict Tom as a Corporate Bastard. Before the time that Tom hired Eustace and Larry, men were just men, each according to his own ability. They knew there were smarter guys than they were, but that's just normal. I don't know of any man who doesn't recognise that there are smarter men than he "out there."
But after the man from Chicago came to live among Eustace and Larry, when Eustace and Larry were told that envy didn't need to be a sin, that Tom--by being richer than Eustace and Larry--was an evil Corporatist "who only cared about profit," Eustace and Larry learned that by going to the constabulary with a complaint of "unfairness," that the constabulary would penalise Tom for his hard work and effort. And that the constabulary would take money from Tom and give it to Eustace and Larry in order to create a more fair society.
Tom was torn. He had hired labour to assist him in his endeavours in order to both increase his own wealth, and to increase the wealth of his employees. And yet, now, he was finding out that through an application to the constabulary, he would end up losing the gains of his business, his work and the sense of what his customers wanted, to people who had no legitimate claim to his business activities. Other than they were his employees.
Tom tried firing his employees at that point, but found out that Eustace and Larry had a deal with the constabulary that prohibited Tom from letting these--formerly friends, now bastards--go.
Tom looked at his balance sheet and asked himself, "Why do I try to give others gainful employment when the sheer act of helping others, while helping myself, gives rise to such spiteful hatred and greed?"
In the end, Tom agreed to sell his business for pennies on the dollar to the constabulary. Tom left the country he was living in, in order to find a place where a man, working for himself, no longer needed to worry about others coming in and telling him how to run his business, how to pay his employees, and continually called him a bastard for hiring others who sought out his employ.
Life is pretty simple. Just ask Larry and Eustace, who are back at their candleworks and their farms, poorer, but with the pride of knowing that they were able to achieve their own version of social justice.
Social justice is a wonderful thing. Profits, and increasing wealth for a nation, are not.
Busses will be available on Broadway at the City Pool, August 13th, at four in the afternoon. The Townhall Meeting will be held across the street at the Seaside Public Library, 1131 Broadway.
This is a deliberate attempt to Astroturf™, so don't be surprised when critics of Congressman Wu are accused of Astroturfing. This is going to be quintessential Astroturfing. Astroturfing the "Oregon Way".
We do things differently here.
We should not ask the Congressman to read the bills that he votes on. (Those bills are too long!) That is not why we elected him. We elected him because he is so compash, and really quite smart. Smart, compassionate people have a higher calling than having to perform the mundane task of reading the legislation he votes for. We need to ask him about his compassion for the poor, the kids and the union members that cough up the bucks that help him get re-elected. Oh, and the teachers. And their union contributions to the Congressman's campaign fund. That's why we elected him. Smart and compassionate. A two-fer if I've ever heard one.
Oh, and dress well. Be polite and respectful. No yelling. No shouting. This will prove that we are an angry mob. And deliberately Astroturfing the Congressman's Townhall Meeting. (Making him responsible for reading the legislation he votes on. Now, that's funny!)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
By all means, call.
I called. Asking for "mo' mob". What I got was an auto-answer that asked me to press "1". Then I was re-directed to the DNC.
I want my party to be stand-up. I was pretty disappointed to find that the RNC was auto-forwarding calls in response to the above ad to the DNC. If the DNC wants to jam up phone lines for the RNC, okay. That's what stand-up guys do. They listen. They take their hits. They move on.
I called the RNC on their "other" phone line and explained that as a Republican, I was not happy with their decision to forward the calls. What are you guys hiding from? Loons? You hide from loons?
I am not happy with the response of the RNC. I called and talked to staff in DC to let them know of my unhappiness. They were unmoved. I then called the Oregon GOP and talked with staff there. Staff there understood. I will rely upon our Oregon Republican Party to let the National Committee staff know that this "trick" of the RNC does not represent us at the state level.
If you want to call the RNC, either to ask for more mobs or to complain about the mobs, you can call them at 202-863-8790. And if asked if you're calling about the DNC ad above, don't answer affirmatively. As of right now, you'll simply be re-directed to the DNC.
About the "mob": The DNC is trying to denigrate and intimidate those of you who are fed up with a congress filled with critters that can't read. A congressman represents about 600,000 citizens. He is elected to go about the business of representing the people of his district. If he is unwilling to read the bills he's voting on, why did we elect him to Congress? In the last six months Congress has done enough stupid to fill the covers of books. If I require my congressman to read the legislation he votes on, how does that make me a mobster?
Make sure you attend the next town hall meeting in your community. Here is a list of upcoming town hall meetings:
• 08/10 05:00 PM - 06:00 PM: Town Hall - McMinnville Police Station, 121 SW Adams Street, McMinnville, OR, 97128
• 08/11 12:00 PM - 01:00 PM: Town Hall - Good Samaritan Hospital Building 2 Auditorium, 1040 NW 22nd Avenue, Portland, OR, 97210
• 08/13 04:00 PM - 05:00 PM: Town Hall - Seaside Public Library, 1131 Broadway Street, Seaside, OR, 97138
• 08/14 04:00 PM - 05:00 PM: Town Hall - Columbia Learning Center, 375 South 18th Street, St. Helens, OR, 97051
• 08/06 12:00 PM - 01:00 PM: Congress on Your Corner - Pelican Pub and Brewery, 33180 Cape Kiwanda Drive, Pacific City, OR, 97112
• 08/06 05:30 PM - 06:30 PM: Congress on Your Corner - The Spouting Horn Restaurant, 110 E Highway 101, Depoe Bay, OR, 97341
• 08/07 08:30 AM - 09:30 AM: Congress on Your Corner - The Red Door Cafe, 34 South Coast Highway, Newport, OR, 97365
We are the mob you were looking for. We're employed, pay our bills and are respectful and polite. You disregard us at your own, political peril.
Have a nice day, Congressmen.