a critique of corporate governance

I was recently involved in a discussion on reddit.com (my profile) regarding the extent to which socialism is to blame for the perceived downfall of America. My counterpart, arealrevolutionary, argued vehemently for the transfer of power from elected officials and our current system to a form of corporation-based governance that he was utterly convinced would stop local cops from killing innocent people. He also argued that a completely open drug market functioning outside of any governmental control, as opposed to our current situation in which the US federal government supposedly controls drugs, would greatly alleviate our crowded prison system and basically fix most of society's problems. He was also against low-income housing, arguing that, well, I'm not sure he was arguing anything other than the fact that he doesn't like low-income housing as it is not a profit-making enterprise. (His primary source book is: Enterprise Law, by Benson)

["A Critique of My Adversary:" The main thing that bothered me about our discussion was the fact that arealrevolutionary never answered my questions, although I asked him several. He always skipped direct answering and instead posed a counter-question based partially on the question I had asked him. While this is a good tactic occasionally, when you need to buy some time to formulate an answer or when you are simply drawing a blank, constant use of this tactic indicates a lack of courage when making direct statements; also, it indicates that you have not thought out fully the breadth of your viewpoint, and that you are incapable of direct and honest debate. A second thing that bothered me about this person's viewpoint (which I pieced together based on his counter-questions) is that] :

He supposes that corporation-based governance (CBG) would by far trump our current system of elected officials and (albeit very 18th century) representative government. He argues that a local police force owned by a corporation would never allow psychopathic or otherwise dangerous people into their ranks who might shoot an innocent person for no reason, as such behavior would negatively affect their profit-margins (presuming that all local residents have purchased the services of the corporate police force, which they would likely be forced to if they lived in a certain area). While I see his point, I cannot but shiver at the thought of granting the right to execute law and order to a for-profit enterprise that might at any time close down your local branch due to cost-cutting measures. (Consider this: you are traveling outside of your corporate police force's area and are questioned by a different corporate police force. Would they treat you kindly and with common decency? Would they be able to incarcerate you on false charges (which would, supposing that the corporation owned the jails, increase the corporation's overall profitability and therefore fit into their profit-motive) if they knew they would not face repercussions from a person not in their corporation or on her board of directors?)

Basically, the CBG system has not been tried on a national scale ever in the history of America, and therefore, as a theoretical model, it is unproven. Governments large and small have been experimenting with aspects of socialism for over a hundred years now, and while socialism has led to the betterment of countless lives (as well as to the death of equally countless lives, but so it goes), we are still experimenting with the notion of common goods and how to finance them, and American society is still to a significant degree socialist. Furthermore, neither the Constitution nor the Declaration mention anything about CBG, so attempts to establish this theory on a national level would presuppose complete abandonment of our nation's founding principles as well as the founding of a new nation (which is granted to us in the Declaration, but which should not be done for light or transient causes).

One of the dangers within this theoretical model would be the takeover of local corporate governments by larger and better financed corporations that would not be willing to adapt to the demands of each location (due to operational streamlining that mitigates losses to the profit-margin), forcing local individuals to live by the rules the corporation thinks is best rather than by rules that would best apply to their unique situations, a problem still prevalent in our current society.
Another danger of this model is the path required to reach it (think complete societal breakdown, civil war in the US, chaos on a global scale, upheavals lasting for decades). Furthermore, corporations are focused nearly exclusively on maximizing their profits. An economy, unlike the one we have today, that is supposedly free from oversight and control, would be rife with faulty and dangerous products that could kill and maim innocent people until enough were killed and maimed that someone would raised her voice and would perhaps even band together with others to boycott or close the offending manufacturer, at which point people would begin demanding quality controls on consumable products, at which point the market stops being free and socialism rears its ugly head.
One could argue that in the above case the individual would be able to sue the manufacturer, but corporations generally have vast resources and can therefore hire skilled and numerous lawyers who would relentlessly pursue the accuser and drag her name through the mud, provided of course that lawyers would still exist in this theoretical model and that they would have a place to meet and do their lawyering and someone with the authority to distribute justice to whom they could plead their case.

The counterargument to the above case will be this: corporations would not sell faulty products because they need to keep the customers happy so that their profit-margins stay high. The way to increase your profits is to sell cheap stuff that soon breaks, forcing the customer to buy new cheap stuff. This is the way it is now, and no mythical free market is going to cure corporate greed or customer acquiescence. Americans have become used to the sad reality of cheap products; we expect it and live with it.
Would we acquiesce to our local CBG shutting down because of a hostile takeover? Would we still enjoy the rights and freedoms we have today? Would our children sing songs to the heroes of Big Tobacco or to the Pioneers of the Microchip? Would we take up arms to defend the interests and boundaries of our corporation, even if the boundary cut through our neighbor's house? Would corporations wage wars not just of the purse-strings and of market-shares, but live wars with dead people and carpet-bombing?
This thought experiment about the potential benefits of CBG is still evolving within my brains; the above are some contemplations. (For a glimpse at a fictional CBG world, read Snow Crash, by Stephenson.)
word is bond.
JP

classical music for war

If I could go to war, I would not be playing heavy metal from the loudspeakers of my M1 Abrams MBT, but one of the following pieces of classical music:


Bach: Violin Concerto #1 In A Minor, BWV 1041 (listen)
Beethoven: Symphony #6 In F, Op. 68, "Pastoral" (listen)
Mozart: Symphony #40 In G Minor, K 550 - 1 (listen)

Imagine the look on some Arab's face when you're shredding up the streets near his house in a massive metal beast with violins soaring and the beat of giant kettle-drums pounding in his skull.

The obvious choice, the one portrayed in film, is the Flight of the Valkyries (listen) by Wagner, which scared the hell out of Charlie back in 'Nam, and which is perfectly suited for combat because it is heavy and it invokes the Norse gods of war.

The modern enemy however might be wise to this strategy, and might have been trained to ignore Wagner's mounting crescendo of massed brass. He will not be ready for the hopeful oppression of Bach's Concerto in A Minor, a piece so full of misery that even the most battle-hardened opponent is likely to soil his trousers.

Semper Fidelis, Blood and Steele, Lead the Way.

top 3 non-patriotic things *

* that people do thinking they are being patriotic.

#3 Complaining about people in the US who do not speak American English fluently. The US government has not designated any language as an official language. Not English, not Spanish, not Hindi. Please contact your congresswoman to push for the adoption of an official language, but until that time, STFU and mind your own business. (see No Official US Language)

#2 Complaining about socialism in America and then cashing an unemployment, welfare, or social security check, driving on the freeways, or going to a national park. Socialism is alive and well in America. Without her, we would be in terrible shape, exposed to the cruelty and greed of pure capitalism, living at the mercy of rapacious lenders and unscrupulous bankers hell-bent on reaping a disproportionate share of the nation's collective capital, which, as it has been brought into being by the collective efforts of all laboring Americans, belongs to all citizens equally. Remember, the Constitution states that: We the People, in order to create a more perfect Union... provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, etc., and by doing so expresses far more socialist than capitalist ideals. (see Socialism in America)

#1 Wearing t-shirts and costumes made out of the Stars and Stripes. The flag of the United States of America is a living entity and any mutilation thereof or affixing thereof to t-shirts or other clothing is unlawful and disrespectful to the spirit of our nation (see here, US Flag Code).

hoarfrost

the minutes grow for time is fleeting

no longer flows the tide of reason

but lies and discord rule the land

while far apart lone hero stands

from treason blight and ballyhoo

through guile and wit and self-denial

he lives to see the end of trials

and swears upon the witness-stand

that none compare when held to you

but all his words are dashed away

when you kick him out one fine day

to travel on your own true course

awash in cash and competence

and leave him there in loneliness

to always wonder what might have been

if your relationship had been less forced

and you had stayed his friend

what difference, loss or gain

I have just finished reading The Death Ship by B. Traven for the second time. Many years have separated the readings, and I am glad I have waited so long.
For anyone who has not read The Death Ship, do so, but only if you have a sound emotional and spiritual foundation - this book will shake you to the core. Anyone reading this blog will know that I am not easily shaken, and do not lightly post such things as "shake you to the core," so take heed.
Beyond the overt anti-authoritarian and anarchist leanings of the book, it underscores the worthlessness of the human cogs in the wheels of the global capitalist machine and highlights the evil that permeates the world of those wretched people whose god is money.
Give me the Yorrike any day, a fine ship on whom all are equal in their pain, suffering, and lack of statehood, a foul tramp whose every surface seems designed to rend flesh and to sear it from the bones. Her bowels so much resemble the world in which some modern fools toil, those too smart to sell their soul for pennies, those who refuse to break themselves for a shiny pair of shoes or to adjust to society's accepted standards, those who have rejected all and become outcast and shunned, abandoned, hanging onto life by a thread but happier than the banker sitting in his high and shining home.
Most shocking for me this reading around was the progression of the Yorrikkan sailors from living souls to walking dead, a process I realize I have also undertaken in the years following my father's Great Speech of Paternal Punishment, during which he tore from me the honest and deep-rooted will to live.
I am dead inside, a bunkmate to Pippip and Stanislav. Now I know why people fear me, why women instinctively grasp the hand of an errant child at my approach, why I am looked upon with sheltered fear and resignation, why I can only maintain the lie of life for so long before people become wise and seek company other than my own.
Thank you, Yojimbo, for staying with me as I cried, for being too young to ask me why, for allowing me to accept my broken inner state in pitiful silence, for not trying to soothe the pain, for loving me when I had lost the strength to love myself.
Although I may seem to walk past you, dear reader, on the street, there is forever a death ship rolling beneath my feet; I am resigned to this state, and begrudge not the Universe for the way things have turned out.

numquam ponenda est pluralitas sine necessitate.
X

pass ye not, proletarian

Starting with the publication of the Communist Manifesto in the middle of the 19th century, workers began to unionize, demanding a greater share of the capital they had labored so hard to produce. Governments around the world went to great lengths to hinder the actions of these previously impoverished masses toward self-betterment, sending in armed forces and passing legislation to put them down and thereby, at least for a short time, protecting the vast holdings and wealth of the aristocratic upper classes.
The efforts to stamp out the workingman's desire for a livable wage faltered largely due to the zeal of the revolutionary movement and the sheer number of participating laborers. One of the effects this struggle had on societies at the time was to allow people, who theretofore had not had the means to move beyond their village or district, to travel to places remote and foreign in order to find work. Such migrations were possible in a time of relatively open borders and, compared to today, nearly non-existent passport and border controls.
Following the calamity of the First World War, a war fought for increases in liberty, passport and border restrictions were greatly increased, to the point where nowadays it is impossible to travel anywhere within a country and especially beyond its sovereign borders without some form of picture identification. Previously, travel had been so expensive and the costs involved in obtaining traveling papers so great as to restrict travel-ability to all but the most well-to-do.
Positively, this widespread attempt at restricting the movement of workers and thereby the expansion of the socialist paradigm was unsuccessful in hindering the spread of the ideal of egalitarian earning potential.
Negatively, this worldwide traveling restriction has greatly reduced the liberty of the citizenry as a whole. It has put at risk of incarceration not one man but many. It has led to the militarization of society at large (think armed troopers in airports) and has given the federated governments of the world the ability to browbeat and otherwise strike great fear in the hearts of honest and patriotic people.
There is no going back. We will never again, at least not in our current world society, be allowed to follow the winds of shifting fortune freely. We will always be kept nicely under control, with fear in our hearts, and with a passport clutched in our sweating hands.
Let liberty once again reign free - unbind her. There are certainly risks involved, to person and to property. The greatest risk, however, is to the notion that the American government has assured us of Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. Once Liberty is fully taken from us, and the promise of the Declaration of Independence has been broken, our lives and our happiness are forfeit.
Ultima Ratio Regum.
JP

loaded for bear

The boxy car slows to a halt at a stoplight. Messages and swastikas have been drawn on its dusty windows, and trash and discarded clothing litter the interior.
"Look at those guys next to us," Goodkill says from the driver's seat, pointing at another boxy car of the same make sitting pristinely next to them, its exterior spotless and waxed, its three occupants looking as if they were just enjoying the hell out of being alive. "I wonder what it must be like to roll with a crew that isn't constantly fucking up and therefore constantly on the lookout for the cops."
Steele does a bump off the bullet and hands it up to Tall Tony.
"Are you trying to say we do too many drugs, Winston?" Tall Tony asks as he prepares a bump for Goodkill, who is at least four beers deep at this point although he is driving like a champion, texting and changing the music while steering with his knees.
"There is no such thing as too many drugs."
"Cop three streets up on the left," Steele says, peering past the headrest so he can provide the third set of eyes needed to keep the intel in the car as fresh as possible.
"I see him," Goodkill says, glaring in the rear-view mirror as the squadcar rushes past. "Is he making a u-turn? No, good. Tony, fix me up another bump - that last one was weak as shit."
Steele leans back into the trunk-space, pretending to look for something but really casing the traffic behind them for the telltale form of a Crown Victoria or a suspicious bump on top of one of the cars. "All clear to the rear," he says, fishing out a bag of grass from its hiding place and assembling the materials needed to roll a joint.
"I'm really curious what it would be like to roll clean, with your boys, not drunk, not high, not more high, just sober and going to do something kinda lame but also kinda fun, like disk-golf."
"Sounds fucking boring to me," Tall Tony says, taking the joint from Steele and jabbing the window button to ash out the window. "Could you un-child-lock the windows, Goodkill?"
"Well, my lungs are killing me so, no, I will not un-child-lock the windows because we are hotboxing this vehicle in order for me to get a contact high from you chronmonsters."
"Cop a quarter mile ahead of us, two lanes over to the right, speed dropping, blinker activated, and he's gone," Steele says. "Could someone please pass me the bullet?"

on the futility of firm beliefs

I believe in nothing, and everything. I believe in all gods and creeds and think they are all so much baloney. For many years, indeed for most of my life have I lived, although mostly secretly so as not to offend my late father the Lutheran pastor, outside of the umbrella of true and diehard belief.
For decades I have been confused and scared by this condition of non-belief, for with everyone around me praying to some unseen and unfelt god I was afraid that my lack of faith would somehow damn me to eternal hellfire and also send me down a spiraling hole of woe and discontentment. While the argument could be made that this has in fact happened, that I have descended into the rabbit hole of rationalistic pantheism and emerged a crippled and worthless soul, I argue that my path has left me with the ability to embrace and pursue avenues to Happiness that I might otherwise have missed (by ruling out avenues to Happiness that I have tried and abandoned). It allows me to question all aspects of my understanding of myself and the world and has kept me away from the shackles of belief when faced with trying times.
Were I a true believer in some sort of omnipotent god, I would not have been able to weather the Night at Elysium in which I suffered hallucinations from food poisoning that allowed me to change fundamental aspects of my personality (i.e. to ease the pain of losing my mother and thus bridle my need to wantonly abuse substances). Instead I would likely have quaked in fear and prayed for guidance for weeks thereafter and would not have had the self-control to wrest from the situation a positive ending.
One major downside to this lack of firm beliefs is the fact that, after every confidence-shattering event such as a major relationship breakup or death in the family, I must rebuild my self-esteem and work hard to right the balance of positive and negative thoughts in my head, without the help of a religious support group, without a shoulder to cry on, without assistance from the outside. (Believe me: no one really cares, and if they say they care, they are either flat out lying or otherwise trying to sell you something.)
You are born alone, you live beholden to none but those whom you choose, and you die alone. I understand that while my refusal to seek outside help retards the healing process to a large degree, each subsequent existential crisis, although unique and painful in its own fashion, becomes easier for me to recover from and the process of  restructuring my psyche happens more quickly and with fewer longterm errors.
I firmly believe that everyone I know and love will abandon and betray me at their earliest convenience. I also believe that those I know and love will support me fully until the end of my days, although I have withdrawn nearly all attempts to gain said support, which is an inhuman and unnatural state of being because people expect you to rely on them and if you don't they cut you out of their lives in subtle but profound ways.
To sum this up a bit, I have tried to stop complaining about my hardships, and try to deal with them quietly and privately, without a strict reliance on some form of scripture, with only the Tao Te Ching to get me through the hardest parts, the best book for those seeking to mold their psyche and quell internal unrest I have ever read. Most people, however, like it when people complain, because they then have an excuse to complain themselves and get all the pent up tension off their chest.
Well, this went from firm beliefs to interpersonal relationships, but as almost no one but I (and you X0) reads this blog, continuity is paramount to rambling expression.

"Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something." W. Goldman, The Princess Bride

numquam ponenda est pluralitas sine necessitate.
JPR