The number of recent pieces on corruption is spillover from my work on “Tompkins County and Tammany Hall [I can’t seem to find any difference at all]” — I am currently sorting through more than 2,000 documents, letters and emails, and setting up timelines for a number of incidents. This will be a text and free download book. I would much rather be downing beers, than “downing” politicians and bureaucrats; and this has given a sharper edge to my delineations.
“Love knows no gender” — of course it does — Pride activists are staunch supporters of government policies that have carried out ethnic, gender and race discrimination in secret for more than five decades. “The path is made by walking” — maybe “Hypocrisy and bigotry know no gender, or race” and “Self-love knows no bounds” would be more appropriate. Goodness doesn’t need to hide, and Love would never make those choices. “Important principles may, and must, be inflexible.” — Abraham Lincoln. The “lapdog” choice: where’s the Pride in that?
Who says road signs are out of date? It’s always good to know what you’re heading into. These rhyming signs are placed at intervals along the road to convey a complete message, a la Burma Shave. That’s the signpost up ahead – your next stop, Cornithaca County!
Tompkins County government authorities are always telling us how important corporations are; and never saying how important the people are. In many places the people say; “we need to eliminate corruption.” In Tompkins County, the people say; “yeah, it’s corrupt” — and look over their shoulder for fear of losing their job. Corruption is the cost of doing business; and frequently the profit.
Is nothing sacred!? Charity, like Compassion, was always considered to be an unconditional act. Today, Charity often comes with the conditions, overheads, and product and personality tie-ins. Charity is big business. And unlike the old proverb: “Charity sees the need, not the cause” — today’s charities are quick to define who has cause to be a recipient. Unsurprisingly, this cause extends to the charities themselves; with as much as 80% of the contributions going to “prime the pump” in-house.
Quid Pro Quo, Cronyism, Misconduct, Bigotry, Censorship, Self-serving Policy Making, and Greed are just a part of business as usual for Tompkins County’s Elite. When you add all that corruption to an arrogant Urban Colonialist attitude — their “bringing civilization to the rural natives” policies; more closely resemble an invasion.
Cornithaca is proof that there is more money in helping people than there is for helping people. Non-profits are big business. And if you can’t get into that parade; there are charitable tie-ins for marketing your products and for pimping out your events.
The Greater Good, like Bigfoot, is a claim requiring more proof than anecdotal corroboration. “Greater good” policy making insists that a government is greater than the people it serves — and where’s the good in that.
It takes more than one voice to harmonize.
I’m Not You Under My Skin
(To the tune of I’ve Got You Under My Skin by Cole Porter)
I’m not you; under my skin.
I’m not you; deep in the heart of me.
So, deep in my heart; you’re not really a part of me.
I’m not you; under my skin.
You’ve tried so hard to get in.
You’ve warned me again: that my resistance won’t go so well.
But I have to try to resist when, truly, I know so well
I’m not you; under my skin.
You’d sacrifice anyone come what might
For the Doctrine you hold so dear
In spite of your warnings and texts in the night
And the malice you pour in my ear:
“Don’t be played like a fool, you never can win
Wake up to reality, there’s no more morality”
But when I think it through; just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
‘Cause I’m not you; under my skin.
(Musical interlude)
You would sacrifice anyone come what might
For the Doctrine you hold so dear
In spite of all your warnings and texts in the night
And the malice you pour in my ear:
“Don’t be played like a fool, you never can win
Better wake to reality – wake up, there’s no more morality”
But when I think it through; just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
‘Cause I’m not you; under my skin.
Yes, I’m not you; under my skin.
A sixth song for “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical” – A sophisticated tune for grace under pressure: and there’s a lot of pressure these days.