2.25.2013

Blueprint for a New Political System -Part 1- Sponser This!

Ogr81 shook his wallet upside down, and all his ID fell into a dog bowl...not a friggin coin! Not even enough to buy a small bottle of internet ink.
Tommorrow was pay day, so his relevation for a new Canadian political system would have to wait. O Canada! Your system is lacking!
Honest hard working people are drained of their worth to fuel a machine that is way out-dated; which becomes increasingly less efficient and yet more expensive. The middleclass loses ground daily, and the huge abyss left between the rich and poor is quickly filled by arrogance. We are not calculated for our worth, but rather controlled by minimizing what we have left over, so we have to work to an old age. Laws are imposed on us that do not reflect the majority, nor do they give heed to the lives or livlihoods they destroy. Somewhere we stopped being governed and started being ruled. The trust we give our leaders is now assumed by them, and they don't even care about the myriad of occassions where they abash their own credibility.
If the money from the sponsership scandal would have been in the hands of capable governing, that money might have gone to save those that died from exposure because they were going through hard times. And really, we hear about the ones who get caught, not those that get away with corruption.
Don't think I'm am a rebel. I love Canada, I love the people and society; I like our system...but it needs to be updated. I don't want to burn for my words, but as a citizen of a country that is supposed to be free, I would feel neglect if I didn't offer my insights.
The illnesses don't only plague our system, but every first world country. After all, Canada's parliamentary system is modelled after Britains' , just as Australias' and other Common Wealth countries. American influence is felt everywhere but more-so in Canada, being neighbours. (A quick note on that- it should be noted that the American system is effective for unifying a great number of people, where-as our system causes dissention and we have much less people)
With the revolution of the global market, the entire first world is reeling from corporate influences unfelt in human history.
If we want to be a corporation with just a few benefitting, then our system is okay...for now...until too many people get pushed out of the inner circle and the dissention grows...or we find we can't sustain our sytem because it has become too imbued with inefficiency and corruption... or we can't compete in the global market and as people we aren't an asset to a corporation, so we're left to starve........but if we want to be a country, made of people, we have to re-assess our system, find out where the problems are, correct them, and carry on.
It would seem one important lesson from the twentieth century is that absolute power corrupts absolutely. We have tried to deal with this by removing dictorships such as Idi Amin, Hitler, and Hussein. Their demise meant freedom for people from oppression. The move from imperialism to a parliamentary system that swept the world saw us trying to displace a centralized power to a more equitible, broader base. So it would seem the trend is to steer away from elite leadership, but the door is always left open for greed and ambition to make its way to the top. Ambition is not a bad thing, but if the ambition is displaced it could be. Indeed, our structure is such that the highest position attainable (Prime Minister) is greatly respected, and therefore noble to pursue. As long as the definition of that position remains true, it is a noble pursuit, but if the definition becomes a smoke screen for what the position actually is, then the system itself is gimped.
I was just being sarcastic about whether we want to be run by a corporation or be run by people. Of course the majority of us feel the best way to govern people is by being represented by people, but if that idea is tainted, and the leadership starts representing corporate interests instead of the peoples, then the system itself is gimped.
So it would seem the first logical step would be to remove the ability of the leadership to represent anything else besides its' intended office. This could be accomplished by making all goverment branches, such as the Ministry of Transportation, a neutral, non-political arena. I realize that it is supposed to be already, but patronage has been an issue in the past and continues to be with increasing boldness. (Look at the example with FIMA and the New Orleans disaster in the US) The problem lies with the political connections to the office. For example: the liberal party wins a majority and appoints the winner of the Kaupacang riding as the Minister of Transportation. Even though there aren't complex city infrastructures in the Kaupacang area, his/her liberal laurels got him/her the position. He/she, in turn, surrounds themself with people they know they can trust, some less competant then themself.
And so on, down the line.
If we voted for a person for the office, then their credentials would allow them to step into a neutral position much easier. To elaborate: There is an election, and Jan Jones from Bruce Mines is running for the position of the Minister for Finance. Her economic brilliance has shone throughout her career, beginning with top marks in university. She's running against Dave Dewly from Dain City, who has excellant credentials as well. In fact, everyone running seems capable. Jan wins, and steps into her office with non-political aspirations. She has to prove her abilities while in office, to ensure a chance in the next elections for her as well as the party which represented her. Her victory was sponsored by the liberal party, and they backed her for her credentials. For their support, her victory entitles them to a seat in the senate, where they can seat the slickest polititian they can muster. (It's okay, it's the proper arena for them.)
The senate would be responsible for 50% of the decision making. The other 50% would come from either an internet or intranet presence which would allow all citizens to cast a vote for any issue; whether it be local, provincial or federal. So if your a farmer in Saskatchewan, and you're concerned about rising insurance rates for your crops, as a citizen, you can initialize a vote. You are offered a space on the web to present your case, as is any opponents you may have. If there are enough other people who feel the same way as you do, it can be carried to the appropriate level of government, whether it's local, provincial, or federal. The issue is then presented as a vote, and the outcome worth 50% of the decision. The other half is then presented to either the provincial or federal senates or local councillors, (deepending on its level classification) They vote on the issue, and their result is added to the citizen vote. So if the citizen vote was 40% yeh, 60% nay, and the senate vote was 30% yeah, 70% nay, the result would be 35% yeh, 65% nay. It's not as if everyone has to sit around keeping tabs of every little issue to vote on, but they will have a choice when it's something that concerns them. So the farmer in Saskatchewan actually has a chance at quelching the approval to Insurance Companies for a rate hike. As well, it would add a much needed humanitarian touch to our system.


Let's look at the number of deaths that have occured in Toronto due to exposure to the elements. When I was younger, you hardly saw homeless people in Toronto, but now there are many more, as I'm sure statistics could attest. Despite the reason they are there, it is still indicative of a societies charity. The sickening statistics of those of them that don't make it through a winter, is more indicative of a societies' inability to show benevolence. The issue is like a hot potato that gets tossed from hand to hand, but nothing has gotten done. Meanwhile, on the same street, (let's call it Bay St) there's a lot of business as ussual. People have to weave around the sleeping bodies to get to work. They are a business, which is it's own entity, so only responsible for conducting their business. They haven't the slightest responsibility to the homeless, and if there isn't a profitable reason to help, why should they. It wouldn't make any business sense.

It would be very easy, however, to inniate a vote that offered, as a solution, a tax break to companies that accommadated a certain square footage somewhere in their building for homeless people to sleep. The scenario proposed is a worthwhile tax break, but not every company could do it, to prevent every company from doing it. The goal is to provide enough shelters in enough areas to prevent them from dying of exposure. It didn't have to be fancy, yet warm enough in winter, and clean enough so that illness due to germs can't result. Showers and mats must also be provided.

So the vote goes forward on-line and all those citizens that are concerned can vote on it.  The employees of those companies concerned can also vote, but the company can't.  If it is important enough to them, they can present their case to a senetor, and get more votes there.  Their individual votes combined with the senate votes might be enough to carry their concerns, but if enough people feel strongly enough about the opposing vote, it probably won't.

It seems a truer democracy, and if we want to remain a democracy, perhaps we have to up-date it with the modern tools that have become available to us.

Games in Play

fun n games
fun n games
it's insane
the fun n games

blocks n tops
a jack in the box
cowboys, indians, robbers n cops

dice to roll
remote control
raggedy tragedy dolls

ladders n snakes
splits n shakes
croquet with no stakes

tag n twister
I'll miss her
I almost kissed her

bowling pins
bottle spins
everybody wins

fun 'n games
fun 'n games
no shame
ah the fun 'n games


Unstill Life

If I rolled a poem

Thru the thoughts of my soul

Tried and true

Just for you


If I rolled an ode

Thru the hole of my soul

Of an angel blue

Just for you


And you thought

Maybe

And I thought

Perhaps


You'll be with me

At the door we go thru

Into the chrystal labyrinth

We once knew


If I painted a portrait fine

Thru the eyes of my mind

Would dawning drown what I drew

Just of you



If I sang a sample song

Would the pre-amble be wrong

And change everything I knew

Just of you



And I thought


Maybe

And you thought

Perhaps



You'll be with me

At the door we go thru

Into the chrystal labyrinth

We once knew






Profiting From Poverty

The is a warning to all societies which wish to maintain a semblance of civility and intellectual growth. There is an inhuman poison; a beast of sorts; that threatens to erode or utterly destroy everything positive we have strived for as a people.

This evil is the ability to profit from poverty.

Should an unfortunate person find themself in that position, there are predators that will swoop down and render them helpless if they could, and leave them as carrion.

For example; if a person can't afford auto insurance for a month, their rates skyrocket.

If someone gets their car repossessed and can't afford to get it back from the impound, the financier sells it at an auction, and the person who lost it must pay the balance on the loan. So, they are now making payments on something they don't even own anymore...yet they may still have to drive to work.

Every late payment fee and insufficient funds charge is another way to profit from poverty.

These hits can cripple a working person, making them unproductive to society, and thus a burden.

It almost happened to me. The income tax return I was expecting to get me on track financially never came because my own government decided I had to prove I wasn't a liar, even though I had never been shown to be one before. So when I showed them the proof, instead of giving me the money, they randomly chose me two more years in a row to accuse me of being a liar. So, not only have I still not received the $2500 from the first time, but now they're going to rob me of another $2500, even once I send them the proof they need.

This started a metaphoric snowball rolling down the hill that ended with over $1200 in nsf charges, my insurance rates to double, the loss of a freezer full of food, an $11 000 debt from a repossessed car, and a lot of stress. This all because I was layed off from my construction job over the winter.

I'm back to work, with the grey cloud of severe debt shadowing me for years. Many aren't so lucky. Others end up homeless and destitude.

So when I speak of this evil, it is from experience.

It is illogical that a society would allow someone down on their luck, or a victim of circumstances, or even a victim of oppression, to not afford the space to rebound from their loss and regain their productive position in the workworld, and senseless to attack them further.

Is it too bold to say there should be laws in place that prohibit the ability to profit from poverty? Does the bank not have the right to the money they lost in a bad investment, or cost of the process for insuffient funds not get covered? (Truthfully, the idea that auto insurance rates would double because one is poor has me at a loss)

A monkey will never buy a banana, and an oxe has never received a paycheck. What that means is, the idea of a corporation, a business or a government is solely human and is regarded only by people. Therefore, the idea that a business or corporation is a separate entity is bogus. Through their perpetual tenets, they can become perfect, where-as humans aren't perfect. They are succeptable to drawbacks even beyond their control. It is not right to define an entity that does not regard the vulnerabilities of its' makers. Without consideration for who it is supposed to serve, it does not become symbiotic, but rather, a beast running amok.

So while we need legistlation to prevent anyone or anything to profit from poverty, there still has to remain the rights of the entity to exist. Yes, banks have the right to make a return from their investments, but if the person they chose to invest with forfeits on the loan due to inescaple circumstances, they should realize not all investments are guaranteed.

One would argue that the banks would never loan any money unless it was 100% guaranteed in such an environment, but it is completely their decision how much money they wish to make. There is always someone else willing to take the chance.

But not leaving businesses in the cold, opportunities should be offered for recognizing humanity:  such as tax breaks for writing off bad loans or; allowing a substantial tax break for alotting a certain square footage of their office building for homeless people to sleep;  or incentives for offering willing participants to re-enter the work force.  If all the employees in an office building did a food drive once in a while, the food banks would be much fuller.  The point would be to add a human touch to an otherwise inhuman entity. 

If humanity can be instilled into the character of the beast, perhaps the problem of "profiting from poverty" can be better dealt with.

To tackle the problem would require human endeavor above and beyond the criteria set out by business practices.  And if it were to be achievable, there would still not be any easy answers.

Perhaps citizens can be offered an anmesty period if their circumstance gets too dire.  Some businesses might lose small amounts from these amnesty periods, but at least they won't lose the true asset.

Perhaps, like the benefits reeped by a corporation for community involvement, it could be extended to a more personal level, where they work on problems in the community, such as poverty, the easing of local economic hardships (such as a plant closing) or sponsoring someone who has claimed an amnesty period.

In the long run, if we could inject a humanistic environment for unfortunate people to rebound, it would help maintain a stronger, healthier and productive work force, which will reflect a vibrant economy, where-in there would be fewer circumstantial tragedies.

Poverty makes us all a little poorer. The profit a business makes off of the poor, could end up costing us a lot more.  It would seem the sound, sensible thing to do would be to address the problem for future prosperity.

5.14.2010

The Coffee House at the End of the Intraverse
(Bla Bla Blog): Nasty Nate

3.25.2010

Nasty Nate

Nasty Nate loves to hate
It's just the way he is
He would set some bait and wait
For his little sister Liz

In the morning he would put a fly
Inside a cereal box
In hopes that she would start to cry
When she lifted the tops

At school he told her friend
Rumours that weren't true
Then stayed out of sight and
See what she would do

Sometimes he would stuff his stinky socks
Inside of her bed
Sometimes he would sneak to some sweet spot
And scare her out of her head

But little Liz liked to love
She's sweet as sugar that way
Even when push came to shove
She thought it was all just play

She giggled at breakfast
When a fly flew out of her cereal
She was a princess by recess
And her friends ready to kneal!

She had fun finding
Secrets Nate had stashed in her pillow
He would jump out from hiding
And it gave her such a thrill! O!

And that made Nate irrate
Which should have been great
Because he loved to hate
And it gave him more reason

But he felt as if he had been bested
Like a thief that gets arrested
Or a simpleton that gets tested
It wasn't very pleasin'

So angered
Was he
In fact

He mangled
His tee
And hat

He was
So mad
It's true

Because
He's bad
And she's good

There was something he had to do
To get her gosh golly good
Something more than a sock or 'Boo!'
Something to make her cry
If he could

Maybe he could put jam in her shoe
Or call her something really rude
Maybe he could fill her hat with glue
Or make her believe a big fat lie
If she would

No.....these were all okay
But simply not enough

They were good for any day
But he wanted to get tough

So he plotted in his head
Mean schemes that all fell short
He strained his brain 'til his face turned red
But couldn't get an idea of any sort

So he looked on the internet
To gleen what he could get
And there, by luck, he found his bomb
At 'Brothers Revenge dot com'

Her birthday was coming soon
And he was going to get her a balloon
Not only that, but a small cake too
With a candle, and some glitter-glue

The plan fell easily into place
Without a loose end to chase
He mused as a smile grew on his face
Everything was so wonderfully right

He had just enough time to prepare
Perhaps enough to add some flare
Every detail had to be dealt with care
But he would try with all his might

The day came
Her birthday
Everything was ready

He'ld get blame
In the worse way
But his nerves were steady

A cake
On a springplate
To get her in the face

A shake
Made of paste
He added just in case

Inside a balloon was gum and glitter-glue
So when he popped it over her head
Her hair would be full of goo

At first she would think she was a queen
With all the school giving attention
But suddenly it would all turn mean
It was going to be worth the detention

Nasty Nate couldn't wait
It would be his golden hour
When that cake jumped off the plate
And turned her sunny smile sour

The moment came
At last
While everyone was eating lunch

He called her name
Everyone turned fast
And ceased their midday munch

The wheels on the cart whined
As he started his cross-room trek
All the watching faces shined
To see what would happen next

Liz was overly ecstatic
She joyfully squeaked and giggled
She hopped like a rabbit
And danced and wiggled

When suddenly...

Billy the bully stuck out his foot
And the cart bumped on his lace
It tripped the trigger on the trap
And the cake hit Nate in the face!

In shock, his arms flailed in the air
Which popped the ballon of goo
It splattered almost everywhere
Including the other students too

They weren't putting up with his guff
And pelted him with their lunch stuff
Soon food was flying everywhere
And Nate got more than his share

There was gelatin on the windows
With jam, pie and more
There was peanut butter on the ceiling
With lettuce, tomato and banana peelings

The walls were spattered with red and blue juice
Balony, pastrami and pasta fazoos
The floor was fully a slippery mess
Even Liz almost got a spot on her dress

Nasty Nate could not believe his fate
As a grape pasted on his face
Blinded by icing in his eyes
He tried to run and hide

But there was a slip and a trip
Luckily he didn't come into harm
Because he managed a firm grip
On the fire alarm

There was enough glue on his hand
To make it stick to the thing
And, as if he had it planned
The alarm began to ring!

Now there was a wild stampede
As everyone headed for the door
He wanted to be the lead
But was jostled to the floor

He curled into a frightened ball
As so many feet rushed by
But that didn't help at all
So he began to cry

And as he lay in a helpless heap
Getting kicked and stepped on
He thought of something deep
One of lifes precious lessons

The world was meant for Liz
And all the love Liz is
Her honesty
Her innocence
Her caring and sharing assistance
Her politeness
Her brightness
Her sweet and meek righteousness
Has always won the day
As if it couldn't be any other way

He didn't stand a chance against such charm
Trying only brought him harm

So he gave up once and for all
He was tired of the futile mission
It was like banging his head on his wall
He had finally learned his lesson

He lifted his head and looked around
On the off-chance Liz could be found
She was arguing with Billy the bully
What they were yelling, he couldn't hear fully

They were pulling on the milkshake made of paste
Nate jumped to his feet and made haste
"It's my brothers gift!" he heard her hollar
"You can't have it, even for a dollar!"

The tug-of-war was getting mean
When Nate arrived on the scene
Billy thought he had to deal with both
And he was already at the end of his rope

But the new Nate said as sweet as can be,
"Let him have it Liz, and I'll buy you three"
So she let go and Billy fell back
The shake shook open and spilled on his lap

Nice Nate was covered in cake
Glitter-glue, pasta fazoo and crepe
Head to toe was a bunch of lunch crud

Yet little Liz still gave him a great big hug

The Dagger Falls

The dagger falls
Steel on stone
A spark
A stain
Red on chrome

Life blood flows
A pool
Paints the floor
A pulse
That beats no more

The candle flickers
Casting twisted shadows in its' throes
Like dancing demons with reaching fingers
Waiting for a frenzied feast
Of a forlorn soul

Then the darkness
Smothers the victim and hides the crime
The blade and blood no longer found
Demons leap with shrill thrill
On the forlorn ghost

Paint Me

Paint me a picture of peace
Of summer sunlight on the trees
Soft still-life stirred by the breeze
Swans swimming silently on a stream
Even I can have that dream

Null times nought
Is what I got

Instead

Paint me a picture of war
On a canvas used before
Naked hatred to show the horror
In black, white and red strokes
Spinning wheels with smoking spokes

New face and nothing more
I've seen the picture before

10.03.2009

Night and Day

Come in from the rain
Drenched in pure water
O mother of morning
Your dark fathers' daughter

You stir the bowl
You knead the bread
You let it rise

It's taken its' toll
You long for a bed
To close your tired eyes

Come in from the cold
Tell us a story
O father of the night
Of your dark daughters glory

You reep the keep
You fight your foe
You lay to rest

But still you're beat
With nowhere left to go
And nothing to invest

Boptism

When will the water wash me
When I'm hurt
In the dirt
Without a worth

When will the fire cleanse me
When I'm cold
My soul is sold
I'll come forth as gold

My being is bothered
By the seeing I have sown
So senseless is the slaughter
Of the people I have known

When will I be delivered
When I'm alone
Still as stone
Stripped to the bone

Where will it all end
At the crossroad
Bent and bowed
Dropped from the load

Souls See

Stained glass sorrow
Lit like aurora
Souls see
In finite 'we'

Black hole sun eyes
Light suck sin size
Souls asea
Infinately

So the water drips
The river flows
The ocean roars
Neeb in need
Dead by ebb
Next door
Rift trip

The spark ignites
The flame grows
The fire roars
Flare to spare
Coals go cold
Next door
Plight flight

Heart felt harrows
Melt in the marrows
Souls see
What should be

Lies rise incessantly
Tighten in intensity
Souls asea
That shouldn't be

So the breath stirs
The wind blows
The twister roars
Gasp of gas
Thru the throes
Next door
Tight transfer

The ground gives
The plate bows
The quake rolls
Earth of worth
Erosion explosion
Next door
Cosmic connective

Spin twelve tomorrows
Blessing for borrow
Souls see
Harmony

Mind body bind
Time rotting blind
Souls asea
Sans elasticity

7.04.2009

Rite of Passing

There's no lines on the road
No signs as you're goin'
No lights to lead the way
Or milestones at the end of the day

Yet they cruise on
'Til their path is gone
Never straying from their lane
Everything stays the same

It gets so easy
They just get lazy
And never want a change

It gets so insane that
They get complacent
And let it all get strange

There's no lines on the phone
No defined area codes
No numbers on the face at all
Or dialtone to start a call

Yet they still wait
Letting it get a little too late
Hoping for the phone to ring
Never doing a thing

It gets so surreal
They forget how to feel
And never want a change

It gets so senseless when
They fail to comprehend
And let it all get strange

There's no lines in the fight
Most times it's black or white
No rights are ever left
Deep in its' depth

Yet they hold back
Allowing the attack
Like prey in a vipers stare
They don't go anywhere

It gets so savage
They're just carnage
Waiting for the grind

It gets so dismal when
They finally reach an end
Twisted, trampled and blind

6.05.2009

Wind

Breath becomes wind
From all life
As it stirs around the earth
Like health becomes sin
From all strife
That spurs us from our worth

Who is God?

John wants to be God
And make the shape of things to be
Impose total control over every soul
So the force of his ego is known
He'ld raze a city and raise a cyclone
He'ld twist the truth to reach his goal
It doesn't matter much to me
But John wants to be God

Tom wants to be God
And finally fulfill his fantasy
He'ld turn the world into a tropical beach
Heaven would be hedonistic harmony
With liquor, babes, and a pharmacy
There'ld be no pleasure out of reach
It's way too 'e' for me
But Tom wants to be God

Todd wants to be God
It's his Todd given right
Maude wants to be God
One day she just might

Lila, Mila and Tasha too
Shira, Kira and Betty-sue
You do too
I know it's true

The saved snub their noses
They're halfway in their hole
The rich shit might smell like roses
But you should smell their soul

Fickle fame could get you in the game
But you can only get as far as president
Charisma can carry you to the gate
But they'll kill you if you've been heaven sent

Artists, marxists and martyrs too
Buddists, nudists and Fu-manchu
What can u do?
It's all true

Everyone is struggling for the top
Not happy with what they got
Such drive, such passion
That's not my fashion

Frantic, fanatic, frenzied frauds
It's been going on for way too long
And yet if everyone wants to be gods
Then why is everything gone so wrong

5.16.2009

Remember Her When

The briar and the bramble
Are often inclined to gamble
When odds were in their favor
That they had the will and power
To twist around an innocent flower
And strangle its' endevour

So they spread thru the flora
Feeding on weeker weed corpses
And setting roots along the way
Until the entire field was full
Thick with thorn and thistle tombs
Where once her young body lay

The berries that painted her lips
Have become barren and brown
The flowers she wore in her hair
Can no longer be found
The tree where we carved our names
Lies rotting on the ground

The vulture and the raven
Are inclined to be brave when
The odds are in their favor
'Tho they are far from starving
When they raid the nest of a starling
They can't help their behavior

So they float over the terrain
Claiming carrion without blame
Always wanting a little more
Stabbing shrieks emenate wrath
Thru every patch and path
Where once she used to explore

She followed the streams and brooks
Where-ever they would wend
She strolled along a cliff ledge
Wondering if she would mend
And she never stopped a search
Until she reached the end

Poets Prayer

Like a song is sprung
Off a tongue
Just to reach a hurt
Lord grant me a clue
What I should do
To say the right words

Like a stone in a sling
Flies from a fling
Through space and time
Lord grant me the patience
To do my sentence
And stay between the lines

Like a seed in spring
Does its' thing
Just to reach an age
Lord grant me another day
To go my way
And fill another page