The Right Column
Market Freezes

Valley
Monday with Paranoid Optimism
      (next day)
  

  The markets have gone weiry,
    the hard times have 
   made a drought of lending
     to the unhealed who 
  shelp through in their 
     lowly places.

   See how the lawns  
    have been finely 
     manicured by
     wage-slaves
     gardener foreigners
      off of the tax books
   in those fine towns
    with the better schools.

   So there are debts in your 
     house that you
   can't clean up
     until the jobs come again.
   And it all could have
           been avoided
     by not living beyond
      your means,
      not borrowing more
       than you could ever 
         resonably pay-off.

   There is a blog leaning
      against the fiscal
         irresponsiblity of
     current governance, no
       matter what color they
      use to describe their
         causes.

    It will help you to 
      channel the flood
     of rage against the machine
      into productive activities
     that keep your mind active
      during the lean times.
      
   
  And no jobs for you?  
     but more for H1B?
  It's just a brain drain
    of the most talented
   by people who only
     see employees as
   items in a ledger,
     a book-value
   which one looks up
     on a website
   hosted from London.
     
    
   It isn't really that much
     that is needing to be done
    just clear away the disbelef.
   No website from London
    rules the world and
    sets up all the jobs
     despite the illusions
       that ill-counciled
         beaniee-acs would
      dispirit towards
        the gulibile. 
   
    No government can
      legislate all
    into good health.

   Nor does any one group
      run everything
     despite what they delude.



   There is plenty of rain for everyone
     If you keep it all for yourself
    it will fill up your cellar,
     flood your house, ruin
      your world in indolance
    your mansions will rot away
      your children will become dispirited.

    Your holy ancestors will haunt you back
      to a simpler life, more rooted in Beneh
    and less in your feelings of perpetual insecurity
     which makes you seem such a craven weasel
    and compels you to try and get much much more
       than you could ever use
      and cut everyone else out.

  My admonishments against the 
    Monday paranoias of
    who that they are's
  who don't really even exist
    will now end.  I take the warning
      as if too myself.

   It is me who will benifit from the hauntings
      of holy ancestors.
  It is also me who benifits from a simpler life.
    I need to better embrace the Beneh.
   I need to sure up my own self-worth to stop
        chasing the unattenable perfect security and surity.

    have I been a weasel in times past grubbing as a wage slave?
     Did I not see through the veil of hopeful fantasy
     that was often presented as a business plan?
    Do I not know, as well, wealthy bankers?

        Ah these paranoias.
         We chase them out of our houses,
    off of our fantasy Caribean yaughts from
     a kitchey painting (29.95 at the home-crap store)
      which we didn't buy but
        secretly wish we could have
    that oil-on-canvas lifestyle 
       beneath a palm-lined shore of
    some Carribean inlit, the wind
      fills the sails.
      the boy is in the back, 
         there is a teenage girl.
     They look preppy.
  
      No one would put up their sail in such a place,
        it would entangle with the palm branches.
    Many of those business-plans were like
      the phoney oil painting of the yaught at the home-crap store.
     They look idealic, everyone will be rich, hooray!
    But then you notice that it's fake, it's a piece of
      printed plastic.  It is overlayed over a canvas looking backing.
     That is called marketing.

     But it isn't all fake, every painting, every business plan.
     and they are not all currupt.

  There really are people who need my services.
    They will hire me 
    when the time is right.