Jack Saturday

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Anti-Job, Pro-Freedom Quotes Of The Week 108, 109

The share of national income going to wages and salaries is at the lowest level since 1929 while the share going to after-tax corporate profits is at the highest. Since 1997, domestic corporate profits have risen 72 percent while the minimum wage has fallen 20 percent, adjusted for inflation. Looking back to 1968, domestic corporate profits have climbed 214 percent while the minimum wage plummeted 44 percent.
Minimum wage breaks no-raise record
ZNet Commentary
December 29, 2006
By Holly Sklar

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WASHINGTON, Dec. 29 — The Pentagon is seeking nearly $100 billion for operations in Iraq, Afghanistan and elsewhere, a request that, if approved by Congress, would set an annual record for war-related spending.

The $99.7 billion request, detailed in a 17-page internal Defense Department memorandum dated Dec. 7, would be in addition to $70 billion appropriated in September. The request would push the total for the 2007 fiscal year to nearly $170 billion, 45 percent more than Congress provided for 2006.

The Pentagon is also seeking $9.7 billion for training Iraqi and Afghan security forces, almost as much as has been spent in total since 2001, according to a study by the Congressional Research Service. In a reflection of the worsening security situation in Afghanistan, more than half of the requested money would go to training the country’s army and police forces.
Pentagon to Request Billions More in War Money
By David S. Cloud
New York Times
Published: December 30, 2006

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Christmas Eve

Currently, more than eight million people around the world die each year because they are too poor to stay alive.
Jeffrey D. Sachs,

Friday, December 22, 2006

Anti-Job, Pro-Freedom Quote Of The Week 107, plus

In those days, Coke really did have coke!

Santa hallucinates...

Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for - I don't know what exactly, but it's something that you don't mind so much not having at other times.
Kate L. Bosher

Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Holiday Season, that very special time of year when we join with our loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions such as trying to find a parking space at the mall. We traditionally do this in my family by driving around the parking lot until we see a shopper emerge from the mall, then we follow her, in very much the same spirit as the Three Wise Men, who 2,000 years ago followed a star, week after week, until it led them to a parking space.

Dave Barry

The kingdom [of heaven] is spread upon the earth, but people do not see it.
Jesus, Thomas Gospel

Monday, December 18, 2006

Ideas As Art Forms

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Monday, December 18th, 2006. Jack Saturday submits the original term, "ideas as art-forms."

Monday, December 11, 2006

Anti-Job, Pro-Freedom Quote Of The Week 107, plus

"There is enough to go round... handsomely."
R. Buckminster Fuller

A few classic souls speak to "where's the money going to come from
for a Guaranteed Livable Income?"

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(note: if anyone can identify the voice I have not attributed, let me know and I'll repost with attribution --js)

Monday, December 04, 2006

Anti-Job, Pro-Freedom Quotes Of The Week 107, 108, plus

"sweeter than chocolate bars"

"It's good for you!"
The Work Ethic In Action 2

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Ressentiment is the free-floating disposition to visit upon others the bitterness that accumulates from one's own subordination and existential guilt at allowing oneself to be used by other people for their own purposes while one's own life rusts away, unnoticed.
Edgar Z. Friedenberg,
The Disposal Of Liberty And other Industrial Wastes

Women have complained, justly, about the behavior of "macho" men. But despite their he-man pretensions and their captivation by masculine heroes of sports, war, and the Old West, most men are now entirely accustomed to obeying and currying the favor of their bosses. Because of this, of course, they hate their jobs--they mutter, "Thank God it's Friday" and "Pretty Good for Monday"--but they do as they are told. They are more compliant than most housewives have been. Their characters combine feudal submissiveness with modern helplessness. They have accepted almost without protest, and often with relief, their dispossession of any usable property and, with that, their loss of economic independence and their consequent subordination to bosses. They have submitted to the destruction of the household economy and thus of the household, to the loss of home employment and self-employment, to the disintegration of their families and communities, to the desecration and pillage of their country, and they have continued abjectly to believe, obey, and vote for the people who have most eagerly abetted this ruin and who have most profited from it. These men, moreover, are helpless to do anything for themselves or anyone else without money, and so for money they do whatever they are told. They know that their ability to be useful is precisely defined by their willingness to be somebody else's tool. Is it any wonder that they talk tough and worship athletes and cowboys? Is it any wonder that some of them are violent?
Wendell Berry,
What Are People For?

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Friday, December 01, 2006

Up-stream to die


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Helen Caldicott


Katherine Kelley Taylor

Little brown bear
Went up-stream to die.
Where the alders bend,
The water-lilies lie,
They heard little brown bear whimper and cry.

They had seen the man;
There was time to run.
The rabbits and the foxes,
They had seen the gun.
Little brown bear lay asleep in the sun.

Slowly by the field
Where the blackberries grew,
Softly by the hollow
Where he lay new,
Close by his mother the late spring through:

Little brown bear
Cried and snuffled.
Past the berries
He lurched and shuffled
Along the stream where the shade lay ruffled.

Where the willows dip
And the birds go by,
Where the rabbits run
And the foxes lie
Little brown bear lay down to die.