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WarFair4.com The Day the Markets stood still 4.1.1.1… M.Stow©2019 - 2023 Copyright © 2017 M.Stow All rights reserved. Distributed by Smashwords This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may be given away to other people. If you would like to share this ebook with another person, please purchase an additional free copy for each person you share it with. As you are reading this book: Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. M.Stow 2019. Ebook formatting by http://www.ebooklaunch.com WarFair4.1: The Day the Market(s) stood still… M.Stow Contents - She.
- They.
- He.
- The Banker and The Clerk.
- The Accident & Emergency Department and Hospital Factory.
- Home.
Also by M.Stow Tunisia 17th December 2010: According to friends and family, local police officers had allegedly targeted and mistreated Bouazizi for years, including during his childhood, regularly confiscating his small wheelbarrow of produce; but Bouazizi had no other way to make a living, so He continued to work as a street vendor. Around10 p.m.on 16 December 2010, He had contracted approximately 450 dinari debt to buy the produce He was to sell the following day. On the morning of 17 December, He started his workday at 8 a.m. Just after10:30 a.m., the police began harassing him again, ostensibly because He did not have a vendor's permit. Bouazizi did not have the funds to bribe police officials to allow his street vending to continue. Bouazizi, angered by the confrontation, went to the governor's office to complain and to ask for his scales back. The governor refused to see or listen to him. Bouazizi then acquired a can of gasoline from a nearby gas station and returned to the governor's office. While standing in the middle of traffic, he shouted, "How do you expect me to make a living?" He then doused himself with the gasoline and set himself alight with a match at11:30 a.m. local time, less than an hour after the altercation.
It has been said that love of money is the root of (many) evil(s) and a wandering from the path which has brought-upon us much pain. The lack (need) of money is so quite as truly. Samuel Butler (1835-1902 ME) EREWHON Ch. 20 (amended after: The Old Testament: 1Timothy, and before Mark Twain (Mark Twain's Notebook 1909 ME). 'If the man and the woman bear their fair share of work, they have a right to their fair share of all that is produced by all, and that share is enough to secure them well-being.' Kropotkin (1842 - 1921) The Conquest of Bread; Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution. * The-train engine moved slowly out from the glass and steel raised slab of the new edge-of-Town main-line high-speed railway-platform, running alongside the banking blank back of high-street shops, and the station car-park, awaiting return. Into harvested-fields and open-grazed pastures below remaining precipitous pine-forest alongside planted poplar windbreak shielded rail and river. Through the trees, the new days' sun appeared, speared, blinking-awake burst through the carriage breaking beyond the blue grey staged and staggered, rolled and ranged. From the east-peaked, settling yellow-orange onto the western-hills. Shadow-flanking purple-green valleys, and upcountry the grid-framed farmed plains, where the day was already begun. Grey-white steam lifted across a drying-up estuary in thin rain spluttering over an elevated iron-riveted painted girder-bridge, built-on pillars of a deep-red local stone and brickwork, arched and breached. With the Suns'-rays the train rattled-on emergent, as through a fog over a beached river, onto the other-side of a ravenous gaping-gorge. Over-spilling through the outskirts of a more recently built-up ancient sea-harbour and river port, and suburban edge-of-Town. High-Rise Housing-Project, Industrial-Units, Business-Park, and Shopping-Mall. Home-Furniture and Motor-Car showrooms. Salesrooms, cheap-hotel and motel linked razor-wire fenced, chained-in. A horse-paddock, gated and padlocked, adjacent to a blue-green to red-waiting train-crossing signal. Freight-Train, privileged-over passenger passaged prerogative thundering-by… The Passenger-Train trundling along for now, beside a chequered yellow and black no entry arterial hot tar-road weighted heavy and ever busy with 'bus and coach, cycle and motor cycle. Engine chassis and trailer caravan motor-home articulated jugger-naut. Stocks and Goods container shipments onboard onto and beneath the over passing concrete-highway into and out of Town. All traffic travelling with almost one accord: to-and-from galvanized corrugated iron steel and zinc tin roofing roved between brick and-cinderblock doorways, loading and un-loading bays beneath open canopy entrance letter and number laser bar-coded and secured. Ef-fluence extracting to the outside world unseen as windowless between belching cooling-tower pylon-linking gas-welding workshop engineering factory plastic-moulded metal-machine worked and handmade goods, food and furniture, packaged, warehoused, and shipped virtually to-and-from City Ports and Portals' co-modifying in-vestment in-return stockyards stacked-up and in exchange-goods' value ass(u)red awaiting transport from-and-to: Home and Away… Part One: The Day the Markets stood still… Published at Smashwords. - She.
'It's like living in a rabbit hutch' She often said metaphorically, and He replied with a shrug, with nothing to say in reply. It was; and it would take long enough to pay for. Four rooms. Eight floors up, eight flights of long turning concrete-stairs fire-doors missing and for escape for when the unreliable elevators did not function. A balcony open passageway at the front looking over the street below, now starting to become busy with traffic. They had lived with his parents for a time, and then after they were married in a small rented flat in The City, before they needed to afford somewhere to live together, and to bring-up their two small children. They both saved, and with some financial help from a relative (deceased) they had managed to get this place when the housing-market was 'buoyant' and mortgages easy to get. The Home was bought with a loan, a promissory note, deposited and co-lateraled together with the home itself. They were afloat. Both worked to pay-off the loan which although it was supposed to reduce each year did not seem ever to keep up with pay and prices. The Home-Loan would anyway be paid-off many times over if they were ever to pay-off the debt. If this place was ever to become their own. If they managed to keep paying-off the loan for the 'Shelter from the Storm', as they called Their-Home. That they did not actuarily now own, and may not ever, actually own, lose-lose. To sell-back at Market Price, the difference between the buying-price and selling-price of which they would have lost completely to The Bank…The Mortgage Company. Their home re-possessed a two-bedroom apartment, she thought of: kitchen, lounge, shower-bathroom toilet and tiny balcony onto the world below, between them and the sky above. Each day, each month, and each successive year into the un-thinkable future. Two-thirds of two-lifetimes, two-thirds every month of what they were both paid, together. She did the household accounts, and she knew. The Home. The Loan Would have been paid for several times over by the time if ever it became their own owned Home and The Childrens' and perhaps even their Grand- Childrens' by the time the shared building was made uninhabitable con.demned damned de-molished the-land leased-back free-held extended even more con.densed re-build landed-property to someone else (e)stately-government un-earned rent, win-win. But, that is the nature of the human animal, is it not? To do over, and be done over to, again and again She-thought: we-want more and more for less and less and in the quiet-mind wandering moment of pillared door, a room, a table a bed let go and a bed sheet left behind, ready to be buried with perhaps as they did in the olden-times shrouded as now by thin curtains pulled-back. Each-Day: like a two-steps forward and then backwards step earned worked to pay- off the loan on the house and to pay for food and bills and extras, clothes, and nights out, occasionally. Maybe once a month, or not at all. Then He had been laid-off work at The-Bakery. Three-day-week, and three days wages. The Home mortgage was re-negotiated, and they continued struggling to pay-off the loan and other loans credited as directly debited debt from what they both earned together. There was never an issue of who would earn more, and be the main bread-winner; and who would do the most caring of each other, and the children the unpaid responsibilities shared around the home and in the world of work, shopping and holidays and other friends and family out-there. All in-debted in-credit. They were equal, without even having to think about it or confront societies and others' false expectations of gender and families. They were equal in-debt, and in-credit, and supported each other's frail and fragile egos with a natural equanimity respectful and loving, each contributing their best and differently not in-differently to make the whole, whole. 'It's not all doom and gloom…bills to pay, rent to make.' she did often think, and he tried not to think on it. The homely claustrophobia only had to be relieved by going out. To the cinema, to a bar or restaurant. But that was not very often. De-finitely now there were children as well. Seldom did extras make their mark, clothes bought carefully a piece at a time, replacement rather than extravagance. The cupboards filled with groceries and emptied by the time the next weeks shopping is needed and the next weeks earnings already spent. She was awake, first this morning, and she got up from the bed on which he still lay awake but not yet awake enough to leave its' night-time warmth. She went through to the next room. The bedroom led across the narrow-passage to the living room, which led directly to the tiny gallery kitchen and balcony on one side, and door to the front room on the other. Except it wasn't the front-room, exactly only like the 'front-room' of her childhood playing on the street and door directly to the rugged ragged matted smell of cooking from the stone-walled white-washed country kitchen two bedrooms and a closet room to flush away a basin of water from the kitchen sink into the slurry sump, where you could hear it 'slurry' all the way down. To replace water from the outside tap pumped up from the well re-filling the fired china clay bowl and zinc-metal bucket, ready for the next use. At night-time bedtime children first, then the adults. Rats nested runs, beetles and cockroaches were kept away by the domesticated cats and dogs that shared the yard and house. With horses at the local stables to ride at week-ends, and Holy Days. Each week, several times into the market town for food supplies, and the children's treats. Their whole world a Living Market Place, of Work and Play. Now, great enclosed parked superstores and supermarkets and factory outlet warehouse. Where goods are now trans-ported she thought of: to and from and by foot and hand and motor vehicle train and massive tanker and containership flight. From the docks and airport, at the city harbour hub humming away, remote yet directing everyday life, everywhere. Passenger and cargo. The affordable flight, to get away from it all: a change; a necessary move, once in a while, not every year but to visit family here and there and elsewhere, or else you'd go stir-crazy. Do a night-time flit, leave the rent, the mortgage, unpaid. Only, to otherwise keep on fighting for the next bargain cheapest within budget to get through to the next day and the day after that. When debts and fines could not be paid, the debt- collector. Bailiffs, The-Auctioneer: selling- off of the personal possessions, and then sold-out: the personal and public. The laptop computer on-sleep and awakened, opened, placed on the table, booted-up and she blogged instantaneously her-thoughts: 'We all need a roof over our heads and to put Food on the Table!' without any other word, or contextual continuity that did not remain obvious to this early morning. Everyone, and anyone in the same and similar circumstances getting the same hastily tapped-out message; excluding those without tablet, food or home and those with patently far too much who had admin. staff-work appointed to do that for them and her thought continued in the context of the mindful moment and that which we all have to pay extortionately excoriatingly for over and again even when the food is eaten and the crap washed away there remains a nasty-taste. A stain the original wages as sin sweated over day upon day and the loans ever in negative equity! To who? Them! Extortionate interest volatile prices and pay…looking up, and down again now, not in dejection, but circumspection against ever apparent possible to likely failure, with desperate optimism toward un-realistic perfectionism. Below mechanized traffic building-up soon into a busy rush-hour congestion. Cars and buses, bicycles, motorbike and motorized delivery-truck from here only another view from two-sides and every side the bedrooms along the passage corridor, the sleeping children slept. Earlier peeked into soundless in beautiful dream or dreamless sleep seeming startling worrying death-checked for breathing. Crossing from night into daytime TV remotely automatically turned on, confirmation, that life goes on…the living-room as she entered, bore all the chatter and the silence of one who listens. Still and safe, cosy and secure. The other rooms took over the emotions and needs: sleep and food, love, and arguments. The central room, the central chamber, looked-on and awaited eventual, almost inevitable, but never certain, re-conciliation and rest. Indulged in social events, noisy chatter and quiet evenings indoors. The furniture was adequate and filled the room. Table, chairs, television, a drawer and shelved cabinet standing against a wall, displaying various icons. Family photographs in frames, a portrait of a film star, or a print of a famous oil painting. Ornaments, statuettes, figures of worship and of novelty. The furniture, the infrastructure, from the livelihoods, and eventually the roof over our heads in over our heads heard as if originally spoken. There were unopened envelopes and cajoling leaflet advertisement: Kill your debts! Die debts! She thought-of letters and bills for payment, propped up behind a ticking clock. There was a picture postcard from someone-else's holiday forming a picturesque frontage to hide the stack of demands for reply and payment which lay beyond. She drew back the curtains and looked out of the window across the balcony, with its' un-flowering plants growing in flower-pots. There was a real still rising mistiness outside from the early morning warming; and she gazed over an area where many lived, and it seemed to her, this morning, where they too just lived out their lives: day to day, week to week. They too thought to themselves as She looked-out onto the dawn of a gradually opening new day that the world must have always been this way. - They.
They had stayed together and with two little ones, one of each, girl and boy, by the time they're both about to be in school, they could not risk another to bring up, and the cost of it. They only hoped they would hold on to their jobs and worked hard. Difficult hours, and some days-off. Where the rotas didn't work-out for childcare, family or neighbours, parents now friends of the children's friends who lived conveniently nearby, the social network from the cradle to school to work to death… They had met when things were starting to get a bit tight, to get difficult again. Meaning the situation for most working families, for those looking for work and those in work, things had not got any better or any-easier really during the so-called 'good-times' and both- parents were needed in-credit and debt to work to help-keep the family going-on. Voluntary social-networks anti-social all the more significant re-creation rec.(i)procal: Shared-Care and Circles of Support. With child and adult interaction social and meaningful. Shared-Lives. They had both kept their jobs in more or less 'essential services' although not without the job-cuts, never the-less, ever the less, never the more, when things got difficult all a-round. When the Bakery Factory where He and Family worked, went on three-days week, and pay to match. He, had more time to be with the children, and helped the same with her awkward shift-work at the garment factory, and later She at the hospital, for the Children, then training there, working there. He had done some building work on the odd-days, to fill-in. She had done some shop-work and garment-making before all the Shop Jobs' 'Retail', were filled, and not-hiring. Not selling either. Queues at the cash-tills. To no-one at the field tills, no-one at the fields to till, filed for bankruptcy they had moved to his folks in The City then: suburbs really, inner-urban, something-like-that. His mother had worked at The Old Mill and got her a job there; and then him at The Bakers' Factory, at the top of the road. When and where. The area they had moved-to. With Family and friendly neighbours nearby there: People, their people. They had moved in together; and with kids… His fathers' family had been transient transitory migrant millers, wheat and grain, before that, gypsies, own owned business. Machinery, hiring-out maintenance and repair. Finding digging the wells, water, oil from the oil swamp, brick building and tarmac road. Growing taking fruits and nuts from the side of vegetable and allotment gardens, sold-on on the roadways everywhere when in season. They did well enough. Moving around farm to farm, funnily enough she thought like Business-People nowadays do…looking across the roads, below, leading to The City. To: The Airport to visit: Sales-People to the Re-tail Outlets' Shops of the World: in other words: Big and little medium-sized down-sizing out-sourcing Business-Communityies' so-called commuting by-airplane as well they might as of privileged right if they could afford-to… why-not? To: go on Holiday. Abroad. They thems themselves to meet Business-Clients Meetings' her(e) and there and everywhere. Populated: Cities all over to do deals on a Global-Scale massive then worth millions, now worth billions and trillions of whatever the currency. Sometimes-dealing even unevenly, unbalanced, in the local and World-Fiat Corporate-Currencies' bit-coins that's all for themselves. They took on a Shop, Family-Bank loan to rent and stock and share. In the past when the work dried-up, landfill, polluted wells and rivers and seas and Oceans. His' family 'moved along' as they were constantly told: 'Move-On.' And: 'Now!' Or, they stayed with their Home-Stores' shares of the crops of the fields and water natural and free from the clean water-well. Waited, and looked for more or different labour… She thought of them, her own family and His' Out of Work they always found something. Fed them-selves from gardens and small farmyards. When the work was finished, they moved-on. When the Great-Corporate moved-in, took over, sold-off Master-Slavery style recruiting capturing sometimes for crimes unrecognised accused of along the roads and waterways they, her family, had a farm in the countryside for a while, and the parents, lived there. She through the Industrial now Techno-Future: The Soul of The City. Only, tumultuous-Towns and vicious-Villages. Across the-River, across the tram tracks, and railway, by the station The Heart of the City. The Financial-Quarter. Settling-in. The-City. They always on the-edges, the peripheryies' walled and castellated. Transport and Trade-hub and thronged and His parents self-employed, their own bosses too. Contractors, worked-out on the Building Sites of Towering Sky-Scrapers lining The River, and lit-up, like their DNA, from the energising Solar-Sun. Her-Family. Employed, then, but not their own boss. Both, though as themselves, unknown to each other then, then, on some land, renting, from their pay. Then they, He and She eventually, buying: Home-Owners, now. Investors in their own future and their children's children, and theirs' owned in re-turn for pay not-rent like the Home-property itself, capable of being, and being dis-owned. And, not strictly speaking owned, anyway but for the Mortgage Corporations and Companies' owned, and now: The-Bank(s). Building and Maintenance Trades. Education and their Good-Health. Taxied to meetings and desks…Home-Work and Out-working: the Home-Owners and Private and Publicly Rented-Sector: Housing-Association(s) and: Gig: Market- Economy: 1%. To: 9%. To: 90% All self-Employed all of us selfies sales'advert(i)sing… ourselves…tax-paying and claiming on-costs and prices-up and never-down depending on what side of the Power-Play had been Won, lost. Every milli-second playing-out and in-relationship(s) then&now to each-other…
Soon the bought-television was blaring as usual in the morning. In the main room that was empty again for the moment, and beyond where she was now dressing hurriedly, and he was brushing his hair frantically. There was the noise of children getting washed and dressed, with incessant commentary and conversation to each other, and any other, or just to themselves. To each other a one-way argument. Older to younger incited over some triviality, shouted back in frustration. At that point the only-game-in-town, and to be fought-out until one of them is crying, and the other shouting-the-odds; before calm is brought. Evens by one or other parent, supervising, managing, supposedly, to each-other, at least while they all got ready for work, school and pre-school&nursery. The sound of the kitchen kettle screaming on the fire cook-top hotplate hob gas-cooker and the pixelated digital television advertisements conveying to deaf-ears and blind=eyes but re-ceptive memory: 'The Best in the World'; Or: 'Longer-lasting' or whatever the dubious selling point perhaps to be unconsciously recalled later that day, at the supermarket. At present they seemed to be of no avail, both rushed to get the children to school, and themselves out to work. To earn the pay that would pay the prices at the - later that day: 'Where is my shirt?' he called: 'Where you last put it!' she retorted as She entered the living room. She found her shoes under a chair and stopped in front of the television. The networked advertisements ended and the programme returned to the main story of the day: 'Today there is no money to pay share dividends, or to buy shares with…' She flicked a channel and got: 'Group and Individual Share Prices have collapsed or become so high that they have become worthless: ir-rational ex-uberant confidence has collapsed debt un-diminished…' Then: 'Price increases have been blamed. Increases in pay and pensions have been blamed. Increases in Bank-Business Personal-Investment interest-rates and maximizing profit-levels at any-cost have been blamed. Each of these has pushed share prices ever upwards. As share prices and shop prices overtake the customers' ability to pay and the ability to pay pushes prices-up pay-down…' 'Never pay-up prices down.' She spoke to no-one in particular typed-in see-saw she-saw: < Cost: >Profit-margins narrowed > Man-Date. Re-captured only by increases in: 'Interest rates on banking and other loans, have pushed share prices up even further…' and a view passed across the screen to locked Factory-Gates and closed-down Hospital corridor(s)…' Then, again: 'De-fence: Air: Ports and Sea and Land-Borders faciliyties' closed to traffic or trade.' It did not seem too bad, or even unusual: the Television Experts and announcers liked to make a big deal out of anything She thought: it was their jobs after all. The pictures shifted to City Office-Buildings. Steeled glass to the very Sky! that only a few were being allowed-into and then to the squares and circus' around Town and City Centres. All over the globe, all the streets and roads and highways leading-there. The TV reporter turned away from the camera, and let the scene, somewhere else: could be anywhere else, speak for itself. In the kitchen radio reports followed from the stock-markets around the world: 'Tokyo Nikkei Shanghai Shenzhen Hang Seng Bangkok: Dubai-Delhi: Bombay: Carib. Mexico-City…Indonesia. Saudi-UAE: Israel and Egyptian Stock Exchanges…RTS Moscow Deutche Frankfurt Cape Town London and Canada Stock Exchanges: New York Wall Street and Rio…China-Iran…Dubai: Trading-Port for Oil&Money: Defensive-position(s) established: Buenos Aires to Lima…Venezuela and Bolivia…Bots-Wana to Brazil: JSE Securities Nairobi and Nigerian, and Sydney Australia Stock-Exchanges…' as she went to look for tea-bags. He got the cups out and put some bread under the grill to toast. As the cups were emptied and the door was opened to go out. The Stock-Market Reports were interrupted by the radio-announcer: 'We have heard in the last few minutes that The International Conference of Governments and World Banks meeting in Geneva are to make statements, at midday mean-time, on the current state of financial affairs across the globe. The Cost of-Living Crisis' around the world…' They stopped and looked at each other as they heard the announcement: 'What will they come up with this time I wonder? she asked aloud to him and to the radio speaker, and as she went to the bathroom door: 'Come on you two!' to the children, and to him in the same breath: 'What time are you finishing today?' 'On Lates!' his reply; with a shrug, noticed, as she said: 'I'll have to clock off early then', and she thought another opportunity to postbag me for the whole-sack but if school finishes before work what are we supposed to do? 'I'm taking them in, anyway!' he called. 'I know!', she replied: 'We will have to go to the SuperMarket. Tonight!' added knowingly: a reluctant necessity when it came to it: 'Or tomorrow anyway.' as she kissed him on the lips, quickly, tantalizingly, knowingly this weekly and often daily shopping-trip is what they did all this for. Along with the mortgage-rent and love of their family and children smiling he went out of the door, onto the communal hallway: 'Another financial crisis!' he called out to a passing neighbour ahead with more than a note of sarcasm which did not need any reply, other than a disinterested: 'Is there?' She went back inside the living room, and went to turn the television off, as the announcement of the impending declaration from government leaders and world banks were being repeated: 'Won't make any difference!' She shouted over the noise of the television: '…never does!' She left the house soon afterwards. - He.
He took the stairs with the children, two-at-a-time one in a pushchair, the other just learning to walk, and they headed off together for The Corner Shop. Turning at the top of the road, pushing the baby buggy uphill, the as if unmade pavement now, in disrepair, showing the lack of maintenance through the good times, as well as the now financial recession, austere-times. Telling The Walker (as He and She said to each other in jest the children laughed at that…) but the one no-longer holding-on to the child-buggy pushed-on called-out to: 'Hold on to the buggy' answering the constant questions: 'What is this?', and: 'What is that?' and having to say: 'Be careful!' every second, and: 'Stop! making me have to say: 'Be Careful' every second!' and they giggling together, at what, he knew not what. Not even imagining a time when he and she would not be going to work, and they to school and nursery, then keeping them in Our-Dotage: Going to pick up the fallen walking running- off child grabbing the perambulator again, and continued walking on at the road: 'Do Not Run! the walking child only hearing the last word as usual: 'Walk!' and wondering what all the shouting was about, and running: 'Stop! at the edge!' hearing all the words this time: thoughtfully: 'O.K?' 'O.K.!' trying out these new words heard from them and at school. 'Stop!' and stopping in the middle of the pedestrian pavement. To get collided into and rolling on the ground giggling in the middle of the road?! getting up and running off laughing, looking backwards, 'STOP!' at the corner, turning into the next junction: 'Stop! at the kerb!' He catching up, pushing the pushchair ahead, the walker hanging on, over the kerb and into the road. Looking both ways, and then both ways again. Then back again, one last way this time: too quickly…going to Run! the way the traffic was headed, moving slowly, one car stopped, and a polite hand to let them across, to a wave returned. Watching-out, for all three; and to the oncoming traffic split by traffic lights commanding: Stop, Start, or Pause…to the other side safety to the other kerb: 'Walk!' The-Children chasing on ahead to The Corner Shop. The 'little-one' in the buggy trying to get out to follow, shouting, and pointing with one, then both index-fingers, toward the road: 'Taxi!' swivelling around almost falling-out. Pointing, ahead: 'Bus!' the other returning, giggling: 'A. Bus!' correcting, and then at they passed the Shop pleading verbally and non- verbally tugging and whining for sugary sweets: 'Helicopter!' heat camera-singing, and pointing and swivelling around again: 'The-Corner-Shop!' the other: 'Sweets!' categorically usually not until they came home from school and nursery. Even then only some days, and if they had been good at school or nursery. But always worth a try…. pointing jumping up-and-down, on the buggy the other falling out, buckles unbuckled, by the older one: 'As long as you behave yourselves today, and they're not too bad for your teeth, and you clean your teeth!' they knew that giggling all the more, at some reference only they knew the words, the noises, and the tone of voice, the bedtime: 'Clean your teeth! Properly!!' the older one repeated, and they went into more fits of giggles. Into the newsagent-come-grocers and confectionary shop, and sometime licensed off-licence. Where He, and She, and They stopped each morning, for bread, or a newspaper. On the way to Nursery and School, when it was His turn to take-them. Always the possibility of both mythical and real: sweets as well. As they crashed through the door the older one getting deliberately, or so it seemed in the way of the baby-buggy, asserting rights over the other smaller and weaker and re-leased both leaning to and at the: NEWS FOOD&DRINK 24hr. shop-counter not un-usually but always predictably in the morning rush with so many other things to think about the only thought unable to think about anything else: Children, shopping tonight? Newspaper? Sweets? The buggy almost tipped over in the raucous, the older one falling over the younger, strapped in, strained at the straps, snapping painfully back. Letting out an ear-piercing yell. The Older-One: giggling at-what? until the younger lashed-out as only younger siblings know how too and the older one let out a Yell! then a Scream! apparently exaggerated explication of pain from both now and claims of un-fairness! 'Come-on you're the Older One, you should know better! Do you have to have to fight and argue over everything? No sweets!' and then he knew, as soon as He said that that he was A Beaten Man not for the first time he realised knowing: you should not win everytime… A yet louder exclamation set up. While the younger looking on in glee, quieted and puzzled, twisted turned looking upwards to The-Father for some re-solution to the questioning plea and fell out of the buggy un-buckled: 'Me a' well?' Looking up from the floor, the older standing and going to stamp on the younger, smiling sweetly now, the other sprawled on the floor as if fooling felled: 'The Smiling Assassin!' He called-out from the front of the shop, in reference to the Older-child and to The Shopkeeper who was stacking shelves from remaining stock. He, holding-up the regular National Newspaper, the Shopkeeper called: 'The Markets…' 'Blind-Assassin(s):' looking at the newspaper on the counter-pane: 'Another BAT! Botched Act-of-Terror!' 'State-sponsored.' 'I know. Heard…You may as well keep that…' to the loose change being handed over the counter: '…it will be like one of those Free-Ones!' hearing, and not listened-to until later, scanning the headline: WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! the money left on the shop-counter chuckling when the remark realised: 'No, I got it.' minding: The Children who were not fighting but pretending to steal, sweets, not knowing any better yet, knowing better; laughing, and looking obvious. The Shopkeeper bagged and handed over most of what it was they-wanted, pointed at with shrill voices still: 'There you are, for later…Your-Dads' change!' the customary sweets as a gift now in-change sometimes anyway for a small note passed across the counter. From the Shopkeeper to them and then him: 'Keep sweets…for later.' The Children looking pleased, and anxious also, that they too might have to 'keep…for later' with only the then conditional: 'And only if you are Good at School today. All day!' The emotional and ethical merged-again into puzzlement. Sweets given to the Father patiently waiting to get-off to nursery-school, and work. Again, consternation, put-on, by the older child, to the younger. Pouting, dropped lower-lip. Acting-out, pretending, face pulling. Puzzled-at and copied by the younger. Both suddenly laughing at this, and between themselves, at something they did not really know what it was to be Good or: All-Day or how, or what it was to at-(t)a-in this. - The Banker and The Clerk.
The investment merchant-Banker sat-back, and glanced across at the administrative accounts' Clerk, sat in the opposite seat, fixed-table between. Travelling on this same-train same-time, same-carriage. For the-Clerk the same-seat, if that or any other was to be had amongst the everyday commuters seated and a few standings…today. Usually crammed-in each weekday, early-morning into The City. For the-Banker, this day too-early for the usual-reservation. With, or today without, waiter-served breakfast or a free-morning newspaper only those freely given-away and piled-up in the station forecourt to be taken-away. That had to be paid-for anyway by publicising the latest model and version, and most reasonably-priced. Like copies of The Big Issue sold-on by Homeless-people in Metropolis' around the world: no such thing as a free-lunch the-Banker reasoned. First-Class: The Financial-Newspaper paid-for anyway by The Railway Company: Public-Private Infra-Structure: ticket-seated and breakfasted comfortably with: The-Financial Newspaper at massively discounted market-rate or cost-price freely as-advertising encouraging in-someway paid-for, and for: returns…The Newspaper could be easily afforded, anyway. Today's loss-leader tomorrow's winner paid-for upfront from the station kiosk day upon day. The Newspapers Corporate-Investment: at-least knowingly borrowed-on:perma-Credit: Merit: StaffCost(s): paid-off and on continuing steady-sales to be recouped; shorted, daily, and long-term investment… Achieved…anyway… Today, The Newspaper not given-away with the extortionately, and exclusively permissive over-priced pass this day into the City' Stock-Exchanges and Financial-Markets. Staff-costs and paper and inks, magazine loaded as affecting the whole-wide World. The Annual-Executive rail-ticket paid-for, whether used or-not. This day the first train out and apparently all carriages only Standard-class available a single First-class carriage was filled-up quickly by anyone who had a ticket and conceivably some who did-not: there were no-tickets being checked or paid-for apparently the barriers left-open and inviting allcomers. For the-Banker, for another-time that morning, something mildly, now-seconded, and markedly unusual. The earlier, when the radio alarm-clock had switched-on routinely with the early-morning fishing, farming, road, and rail conditions. Airline and shipping stoppages and delays, arrivals, and departures, and speculative forecasts: weather-reports, from around the world, local, and global, political-economic and media-news: with the previous-nights' closing market-prices from around The World… There had been developments overnight, that needed attending-to.
From the emptying platform the-Banker and the-Clerk boarded the train together, more or less equal. The-Clerk with a Free advertising Newspaper and headphones plugged-in to a mobile Media-Centre. The-Banker with a bought-copy of The Financial-Newspaper from the trains' limited half-empty double-decker food and drinks re-freshments' trolley. Having taken the first seat available in the nearest Standard-Class compartment coupled with a foul-stench reeking drain-leaking latrine literally retching between the brown and grey-green patterned seats along the narrow aisle way the-Banker waving the newspaper ahead as if to clear-the-air. Un-wavering when shunted across by the next-passenger in-line to the only vacant window-seat glanced across-to and sedentarily leaned-forward across the table between them and asked of the-Clerk already sat down-opposite: 'So, what do you make of it all then?' in the customary easy clear voice of one born with the interrogative confidence of swift appraisal. As in-stantly as if mysteriously-accusatory as if with some felt need for validation, valediction, justification, testimony, guilt? Even before any evidential fact, or fiction? With a self and other-deceiving finality, justifying with instant-conviction…but of who? By whom? Despite the original opening-question, it seemed as if with no real right-of-reply. The initial conversational-question asked as if intended or not to be replied-to or any other-mindedly mitigating circumstances or any-answer-at all particularly or generally, listened-to. Or so the younger-Clerk surprised to be spoken-to then considered: perhaps like a nurture-nature kind of thing? Possibly a-Plebeian enquiry? Selected-standard flagged with no-probation the-Clerk decided: more likely a command, to make something of IT and to-be-taken-notice-of. Notice given-of anyway disregarding of the possibly-paranoid maniacal rhetorical-answer awaited or not, by either, or Both regardless of the-Other: The subtler -Inquisitor? The Quicker to-the- Draw? The original-recipient by-assumption looking-up from a streaming mobile smart-phone camera and videogames-console: USB-4slot-machine game: WarFair4 downloading… PER (personal electronic reader)/de-pocketed-information-recorded singularly removing the ear-phone microphone-socketed-lead off-line searching for the source of the mildly-irritating openly questive-words' spoken as directly-to, or so it seemed to the-Clerk, in almost immediate reply: 'I don't know what to make of what?' then: 'Senseless.' Spoken as to The-Banker as to The Newspaper headline shaken-out the whole carriage could now view. The-Banker sat-back purposefully, purportedly, and provocatively to-unfold The Financial-Newspaper with the headline outermost upper-most: WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! and seen again that-photograph taking up the whole of the rest of the grey-top printed front-page remaindered, pictured in the minds' eye. Now, turned inside-out and with a staring squeezed blink of the eyes, fumbled as if in a freak storm, a blown umbrella, quickly folded-away. To the-Clerk hung-out to dry having seen earlier the front-page photograph and one-liner top headed: WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! re-conceived on-line connected…down-loaded and updating second to second milli-second, minute-to-minute mobile-version uploading freely…with-advertising optional: free2view choice fee-fleeing skipping… The-Clerk looking-down and into the same recently concealed picture, and slowly re-storing from browsing-history, as acutely-historically accurately as-depicted we make our own her/historyies thought as veritably verifiably un-faked up-dated un-tampered with: mobile cell-phone-photographed syndicated and World-Wide-Web: networked-scene: as at the end of the previous day: the-City: Corporate-Stocks and Government-Bond markets as then as now: seen news-printed and pictured from the evening before: a litter-strewn liking-to old ticker-tape paraded across The Trading-Room floor. Forsaken, and an unforgiving-blankly waiting-screen strap-line banded: Markets Closed. Markets Closed. Markets Closed… the single-slogan as about to go up or down was not possible to tell diagonally from one corner of the screen to the other perhaps tangentially-to slip-backwards flickering erratically across continuously stuttering…across perhaps another: Markets Closed. Only-slightly blurred from the-top aloft above, or below, the perfect: the-normal midway seemingly ideally-positioned not at the-extreme outer-fielded or even ever truly evenly-centred: but as inside-out and now, as stilled as then, as now centrally fixed yet as if no-longer existent, as of now, as of then, then no-longer anymore unchanging ex-change rates ever more exchanged on auto until stopped perfectly still in its tracks nowhere at all except: now, there: only as stop-framed time-up: un-boldly bleeped… Cinematographically stilled, to be recorded, and repeated any movement as any-moment only (i)m-pendent…in the-cloud…that bold bland statement flickering nonetheless-memorific ally fuzzily held in abeyance: Markets-Closed. shimmering-pixelated grid-table mapping diagrammatic…a flickering…a coming-together. As a vertiginous horizontally remote-geometrically sited as a new dawn held rising over the Worlds'-Edge The-Cityscape-skyline…di-verting… >Banking-details…scams threateningly un-throated undeclared-bribery and corruption fraud on consultancy-management directorial-loan transaction-cost contracts hostaged hi-jacking debt ransoming-deals projecting unfounded optimism other-wise keeping quiet: the-private/public purse tax-dodge key-service locked-in as if this would be enough to boost-real confidence on-fixed and unfixed burning-figures re-vealed violin-fiddle-d'dee scratching wildcat warning strike without collective bargaining or social-dialogue re-moved: > Weaknesses:… <Strengths and:… sub-titling screen-fantasy theme: distinctive emblematic-corporate-creations: dis-owning any real-identity or real-personality patched-together buffer-zone: video-text typeset: cast-role freely-played-ambiguously between Good and Evil. Between: 'O.K.?' and not too-bad. 'One -price and another,,,' and downright-incorrectly dis-honestly and non-rightly err-responsibly stealing-sealing: The-Deal: Generic-key: Designer-rip-off: online: dialectic dialogued rogued gone- silent pick-up the media-time… <Options: with-structure and series arcade-style deviation from the normal… too complex-to-control if-at-all cutting-edge cut: 'To: the-Cit(y)ies…' How We Live: Where and between each-other: with people we look like who we think looks like ourselves we ghettoize whether in the City or Countryside families living close or close to close to until they we feel less or more than: 25+% more-or-less until we feel uncomfortable threatened or angry then, we move, or we move, anyway, somewhere with a higher perceived proportion, as ourselves. Through the wall(s): the closest neighbours' family and friendship(s) sailing and re-turning daily-Home: Familyies'-Community Street: weekly, monthly, and for years on end for Many- Millennia on the Globe between the Sun and Moon: Lunar drawing water onto Land and into as from the skies…once-Dinosaurus in-sect Birds no flowering plant yet no-fruit no-vegetables and: 'Unthink-able unsinkable: Land-Air Craft(ed.) Carrier. Sea-Monster. Mean Blue-Grey Oceanic: Technological and Fiscal ex-pan(s)(i)on Peoples as Vegetables-Fruiting Printing-Money…' screen-pixelated: 'Perhaps, bringing the-City down?' 'The-Country?' 'Their-Countryies? Whole-Continent(s)…' amoeba bacteria cytoplasm lichen on the surface… into Space-breathing Glacial seen be-low: 'Iced-up Market: Co-Lateral!! Being brought-down!!! Un-fazed un-frozen. Financial- Pricing System Monetarist: The-World!' ethno-linguistically gender and cultural ability d-riven: 'Monopolyies' Merit-(o)Crass Class Us! Plut(0)cracies'…' 'Dictatorship! Of: The Plebian-Proletariat e-radicating common-Poverty…Eradicate the-Gentry!! Eat The Rich! Socialist-Dictatorship! Free-Trade&Fair: Social-Democracyies' Individualist Capitalist-Collective Communist Wealth-Gap closed…' nonetheless… 'Democracyies' Dictatorship of a Minority-Media Elite claiming Oligarchial yachted ships en-forced first past the post dis-(pro)pelled pro-portional preferential:' 'To: Dock.' 'To pay and sell…not-pay again. Then?' 'There to stay. Familial. Monarchial. Dictatorship of the Worker Soviet-Military Bureaucrat-Bloc: China. 5G U.S. Eyes in the Sky. Smart-Plane(s)…' 'Space. To: Live. Over-Everywhere. Solar-Wind. Across the Oceans'…' 'Buy-Out? Good-tactics Global? Know of Any?' 'What?' 'Tactics? Civilization? Rule of Law? Democracyies'…' 'A good idea…' 'But…' 'But what?' 'Brought-down!' 'Bought-up!' 'Bought out!' 'By? Who? Why?' 'Population. Grotesque Over:(I)nvestment: GOB: (i)n: Commercial and Re-sidential: sold-as: Leisure-Property: Port-Folio (LPPF): Strategically falsely-promoted tactics…' 'Dot-Comms' Energyies' destroying…' 'Chemical-Nuclear…burning…' 'War?' 'Fair?' 'Far.' 'Until now…' Land Fast-Food Forest-Funding destruction of Buildings' mortgaged-backed lending…by incomprehensible debt-instrument… 'Lease-licence losing…' 'The-Peoples' Our-Selves!' 'Governments? Sovereign-Presidential. Big-Business' Areas of Expertise (AoE) Core in-Corporations' Trade-Wars.' 'Banks'-Credited! Pensions and In-Surance! Funding-Investment. Growth! False. Fake-growth.' 'Too-quickly…' 'Too-slowly…' 'To get-out.' 'Or not at all?' 'Now?' 'Greed…' 'Perhaps the-Price of Civilisation? Bringing in the goods…' 'Taken-out for Li(e)incense…virtually more-or-less. Buy-low. Sell-High: Of-course. Build-on…Bought-Off. Hostage to Fortune(s)' City-Skyline. Same as it's ever been…' 'Spent on Charity Big-Public Projects (CBPs)…' 'Bringing in the-Harvest…' 'Or-not…' Global-failure: Fear-0f. Nothing. F. Off! Declaring: Price-War! Hiked Interest-Rate(s): for Currency-Exchange: Goods and Services: un-hitched un-hinged:…' <Trade-Wars' list… Imperialisation Colon(den)ialisation sceptical…seriously conscionable knowing-best everytime no-matter what? Industries' Data-sharing: Comms-hacking Cyber-Viral attack: Impact-peaks de-pressing troughs' costs' rise and fall faster and slower re(per)spectively-on Price-cost protection-Tariff(s): on imports from abroad un-equal(ed.)-out across different goods costs and Services' stronger and weaker revenue-growth, any growth, domestically, and abroad, gone too-far out. Africa-digital: Zimbabwe no-how Zanz(i)bar knowhow and skills to produce doctors and scientists better employed up to now, abroad. Over- reliant on Foreign Capital: U.S. Dollar or Yuan: to base currency: and know-how, from all over. Corrupt deadly Empiric-Europe En-Slaving Egyptian-Slav. Caste Chinese Indian Arabic Roman Anglo-English French and Spanish and Portuguese as Dutch or lastly and most terrorisingly terrifyingly, perhaps, until the next Reign of Terror. The French Re-publican and Germanic Belgian Nazi Monastic Congo. The British Empire and Americas' Chinese Arabic and Hebrew. Latin, English, and Urdu/Hindi. All: the same language now, as far as either of them or anyone on the train there, or anywhere-else knew as of: All: Business-Dealings: Commerce, that evening-instant before: 'Put(s)?' 'Stayed?' 'Stooppped.' Both now in the knowledge assumed of the other. Both assumingly knowingly, unknowingly, yet-as simply pictorially- imagining that morning the scene as unchanged from the night-time before. Then, as now: inside the City Stock-Market Building heavy-teakwood mahogany doors, tightly-closed, hermetically hermeutic-ally sealed a normally fluorescent glow turned-off. Except for a single computer-screen presence, remaining-there: Markets Closed as if readied for all time, previously, for this day. As if this had never happened before. Yet, 'it' had happened before. From the evening-before, as in pointless pointed dire-warning: once installed, as if permanently equivocally, perhaps, warnings, automatically, not to be taken too- literally, ignored, or ind(e)finitely normally meaning: before the cleaners had cleaned-up and some, but then, not-everyone-else had been cleaned-out. Before nightlife restaurant and television cabaret the latest news and sport, weather then repose-taken. The on-message only that: 'The-Markets will be open again and sooner rather than later…' 'This-day?' Both: 'As any other day. Business as Usual?' taking-over the competing computer- programmers' co-operatively collectively collaboratively algorithmically metering as an un-licensed taxi-cab carrying and insuring business-plans financially under-written and over- insured. Under-insured, over-written, or re-insured, or not-insured at all: looking out the window: violence-suspected…suspended the-thought: 'Different.' 'An Act of God? The Markets on Auto-Selling…' 'A.I.' 'I owe U?' 'An Act of Us!' pre-programmed virtual-win, lose, or draw, cancelled postponed, and re-negotiated the Animal-Urge to risk, to succeed expected everytime to eat and win or destroy through mistaken error… disasterous: circumstances unfathomable into living-liv(ed.) obliteration, nevertheless, unconstrained. Imposing the investment and Merchant-Bankers' insuring not adequately en-suring the values of private-equity stock in Government and Peoples' currency-bonds individually personally self-owned by self and or Other priced-out, cash-back borrowed on payday loan Accountant-Clerks' savings-account pension and insurance, and country clear profit-to Government-Taxes, paid-in or not. Un-employment in sickness or in health: Well-Fare Tax-Benefit, or not. 'Well-Fare. Well-Fair?' 'For: Abilityies' dis-ability illness payment as compensation or re-compense in sickness and in health.' 'Or: keep-working to death!' 'Or, not? Fair? Un-paid breaks taken: tea/toilet booked in-and-out…' 'As we shall most definitely be at the final end.' Abroad. Suitcases full of cash it may as well be, except electronically and to-be taken-back with inward investment, repayment in compensation hitting-growth yet hardly covering the original computer-crime in sin in-bribes and back-handers' dodgy-deals reneged on millions of them, billions, trillions on fixed-rates' false-accounting cash-in-the-bank. Cash that stayed out-of-the-bank. Gold and Gems. Stayed-out. Moved. Ill-liquidated, stashed-away: un-available to-government or to the-People stolen-to: spend. Of the-Family-Business and as of small-Company-Name(s): seen briefly as painted hoarding pasted on the side-of-buildings. Plastic-Palaces: Oily-Advertising as along the embankment railway-track, alongside sidings and stations to be > > >passed-through > > at high-speed non-stopping… All else, stopped. Closed, shrunk, and engulfed by-globular enlarged Corporations' advertising-hoardings for Banks' Currency Economic-Zone and Country-Town passed-through. High-Street: branches, shops and as autumn leaves currency-exchanges, as-laundering twigged risked domestic clearing-houses for returns, or no-return: 'By the end of this-day.' 'All-won or lost?' 'Banks? Shops. People…' On screen: 'Purchasing: Power-struggle status: life is a struggle…every momentaryies' 13 mill.(i)-seconds' first: Profile-profit-to-Interest Rates.' 'Equity?' 'Stood-still…' 'Quits? 50/50%?' 'Who wins does not lose.' 'Who loses does not win.' 'Really?' All investing higher-and-higher with insecure unsecured funds in stocks and insurances: (I)nter-bank loans re-insurances, and re-sales…within (closed-text) the listings… Over and into… almost as suddenly as the whole front-page picture re-pasted into-memory… For the-Clerk far from assuaging the culpability of the-other now exposed as the deplorably irresponsible and reckless lender. Not, as yet, wrecked-borrower, wreaked havoc-upon. To the-Banker, the- Clerk cast now as the likely irresponsible, yet hapless helplessly indebted, no-deposit poor credit-rating history first-time mortgaged and-possibly employee. As in: Bank-loaned as salaried, invested monthly paid-off to be paid-back payday pay-check paper-money on-screen-backed and banked: The-Bankers' Newspaper front-page pictorial held-out taut-and-proud, as a flag of convenience. Or as a crumpled bank-note. Opened, to the light of day, as checking the veracity of foldin' money: cash: Bill-Fold Bank-Account the Clerk knew and returned momentarily to the hand-held now re-opening news-filtering screen-news news-paper heard again as the rustling of dry-leaf cadaver. 'Plastic-Age Ex-e-cutive: Golden-Account Oil&Coal-Gas Plastic-Paying: over again…' 'Techno-Digital Geek-World: General Engineering & Electro-Knowledge: (I)(n)formation: Outside the Train-Carriage: the weather not that inclement, or autumnal for the leaves to be springing rising from their branches; or be freely-falling as snow-covered as foraging nuts and berries, for the long cold winter. The Newspaper turned crisply inside-out and halved-again… Both to the same page skim-read by the-Clerk earlier: pre-registered up-front…next page…and as World-Wide-Web free and as-expected to-be paid-for not: -freely-enabled seen with advertisements, and scammed, both skipped…to: The (I)nsider-Report: As of today there is so much owed, by so many, that cannot start to be paid-out or paid-back this day, or the next. This morning the stock-markets are closed. Once more World-Trade has ground a halt. All Credit-Trading, has been suspended. The trading of stocks and shares in recent times has left prices at such all-time high-levels, that, overnight, have collapsed. We are yet again in the grip of the greatest global fiscal and financial- fiasco, the greatest-ever Economic-Crisis ever-again. Further-down: This morning in Geneva there is to be an announcement of the International Conference on Monetary Compliance (ICMC). There is to be a declaration of economic policy and intent. This announcement is expected to stabilise major- global currencies and exchange-rates, at some mutually-agreed rate. To boost- confidence in the banking-system and in Global Fiscal-Policy and World- Trade. A shared protocol, at Midday, world mean-time today, by the International Date-Line will… Then: 'There will be winners, and there will be-losers…' spoken out-loud. Looking-up The-Banker as from The-Clerks' laid-back attitude drawn from the impending appended silence. The-Banker now self-imposed imaged point-of-view of the pictured closed-markets of: The-Barrel: 'The Photo: AKA: The-Cage?: calculated-risk? Join the-Game?' 'Game?' 'Markets Closed?' 'No-real-risk…then?' 'Limited-liabilityies…only the-details to be added.' 'Then?' The-Banker, on mobile cellphone earpiece bartered furtively and openly and loudly and confidently as if now confidentially swapped hand-signals and punched the air slapped both-palms together: 'High-fives! We are in the tens…six…seven!' 'Billions?' 'If you Will!' and holding a-hand over the heart openly-palmed, and as sat, bowed slightly winked, a single staring- eye, as stooped to conquer: 'Trillions, now…' 'Quadrillion?' 'Zillions.' With on-screen confirmation…re-directing…confirming… password…and printed-off paper-copy waved frantically financial-agreement-stipulating: 'Only to be signed-off…' lifted from the floor brief-case revealed laptop lapped at reading-off as: The-Clerk now speaking: '9-billion Peoples' assets signed-off? For every-One of US on this Planet?' 'Nein@Hell! No! No-one-else but Us!' 'No-one else? But? Us?' 'Paradise.' 'Forest-Fire Fighting. Ultra-Power: Corruption and Lies…' 'Oil-Plastic re-dump(t)ion poll(u)(t)ion…' 'Energy&Water-supplies cut-off.' On-line: from: Colonial-Farm: Petty-Plantation: UnderGround-Railway and now Home own-owned at Home The-Clerk continuing: 'But the Markets are Closed?' 'Deal(s) to be added, then?' 'Details? How many-Trillions-more? Before-what? All is Lost? De-valued? Bought-out. What? Sold-off?' 'That is the name of the Game. Selling-off…' 'Buying-up…to the lowest bidder(s):…' 'People bought-off…as Land.' 'As property. Same.' 'Difference…' 'To the-Buyer. Or to the-Seller?' 'Buyers' market? Seller?' 'Dealt-with.' 'Deals?' 'Done.' and with a nod, laterally entrusted, undisputed, and further endorsed over-lengthy client midday luncheon. Tied-in: gifting as charity by guilt-association expense-account accounted-for and through electronic-signatory: pass-name and number and as a matter of public-record: 'Public-Record Details? No longer negotiable…always…' 'Now? Or; ever-were?' The-Banker: 'Then?' Tapping keyboards: 'Then?' Then: 'All to-be ironed-out today…' 'By the all the-Clerks' of All the-Worlds' Works!' 'Home-Works.' As if spoken be-fore, many-times, both. Informa(t)-kwiki: transparent liquid-like, solicited. Solid as an assignment. Scenario: Proposition. Projected, through the air cloud-like as before the-bell was rung for-departure. As a warning to anyone last-boarding the train doors closed the train-carriage sealed and seated up-front aside then: 'I don't know what to make of 'It'. Yet…' pause…pregnant. Then The-Clerk bought the-thought snickered slightingly to-self, as if spoken to: self. Then: that sarcastic-thought or was it sardonic? outlined out loud: 'But. I'll bet we will find out soon-enough anyway, don't you?' sounded in- differently differently as if someone-else had spoken the words instead. As a gauntlet-glove thrown-down to be picked-up: 'O.K. If that is what you make out of it?' 'What will you make-out of it?' Only as instantly-realised now, and as at the time-of-speaking earlier; and that short- moment-later as spoken now irritatingly intimating imitating only-now at the-Gamble only seemingly committed-to. The un-certainty now at such a communally, yet privately, and now seemingly shared-venture. This seemingly reasonable or un-reasonable; as yet un-priced, as yet only a projected-proposal. There would be a price; and a cost too: 'Purchase-Price Initiative (PPI) and re-sale onward: that is all you need to know'…as yet an un-bidden offer in-prospect the seemingly automatically-accepted challenge as-yet to be fully realised: 'O.K.' as well as the-other, each spoken now and heard, and now seen: 'No going-back now.' Both now considering the import of these words, the more thoroughly, thoughtfully, perhaps, than said and heard initially; those out-spoken mere words, as to the-enterprising enquiry, ne-gotiation re-quiring further-reply? In-turns? Or not? Now: the earlier previously saved in- memory and as the first-respondent again. The-Clerk ignoring the possibility again of turn- taking, with another supplementary, yet elementary question: 'Why?' 'Why?' 'Who?' 'Is?' 'What?' Puzzlement pre-dicated predicament: seconded now by both-speakers. Triplicated, as here almost-identically mindfully apart reflected against all others…on the train. On the Train (i)n the Train-Carriage: others-visible and seeing, through adjoined metal and plastic cloth air-cooled compartment and as if no further-apart or closer-to or from each other's-truth and in each-others' minds: and all this meant? Exactly? And how soon? How soon, is now? How much is-enough? And: How much is at stake here? Exactly? as instantly both now regretting the opening-given to the exclusion of anyone-else in the rumbling bone-rattling carriage as both-enjoined as advertently as in-advertantly now in a two-way dialogue of which at that immediate-point there was persisting yet only limited dis-or mis(t)(y)(f)ying or any verifiable: Group-Loop: (i)(n)formation… - The Accident & Emergency Department: Hospital and Home.
She had pressed the TVOFF switch, and they all had left for school and work. Closing all the windows and door behind her, a short while later and going where those others had left, and others were still leaving front doors for the days school and work, and activity ahead. Outside and downstairs, through the piles of discarded rubbish and the door, wedged open to the blocked metal refuse-chute, unmissed rubbish strewn everywhere. Re-Plastic as bottles and dish plates and bagging and carried to the blocked and disposed of. The overspilling chute stacked with black grey and while bags. o the stairs and the If-it's-working lift down to the ground floor: the worst thing standing inside the open lift door not being sure if the elevator was going to work, or not. Or the elevator go crashing to the ground, like everything else. He was on-a-Late and so he was taking the children to school and nursery. She would be collecting them later today so it seemed when her shift finished she could do overtime- hours or clock-off to collect them if there were no emergencies that was. Then, either would have to phone one of the other mothers or fathers to collect theirs' as well if they could… She entered the same NEWS FOOD&DRINK 24hr.Shop that He had recently departed with The Children only a few minutes earlier: 'Got any bread in?' 'You may as well take one there, only one-day-stale!', climbing-down off a stool- from-stacking-shelves: 'It's gone stale already isn't it? Never mind the Bakery! Haven't seen them yet today!' The Shop was open as usual ready to stock-up again with the usual days-supplies that had been phoned in the day before, or rather: 'It looks like it is: 'Whenever@The Delivery' turns up!' Then, not for the first time: 'Your better-half works at The Bakery, doesn't He? They were here just a few seconds ago.' Then: 'My Other 'alf went out early today to The Cash and Carry, and not back yet. I phoned-in the order. They said: 'No-deliveries yet today! Nothings' moving yet…'' Then, in response to an expected but not received not ill-received: 'Still; there is Hope. I expect…gone to see if we can collect in the queue at the Cash'n'Carry:' pointing at the plastic damp going dry loaf on the shelf: 'Going stale yesterdays'…' momentarily paused, then: 'No-Cash! No-Carry!' Exclaimed! 'Fresh-is-Best.' concluded. The Shopkeeper was stocking half-empty shelves the last stock sharing with anyone who came in the shop for whatever they could afford of their cash or card(s): Credit/Debit: continued to her as She looked at: The-Newspaper(s): on the counter: 'We get from Your-Bakery you know?' 'Not mine, or ours, or even, nothing.' 'For nothing@Itdoesn'tlast! Gets chucked away. Have to Health and Safety it or give it to The Bin-Raiders out the back. They have it. Still, can't blame them, can you? Poor beggars. I leave it for those that take it. Homeless, you know, or out of work, on social welfare benefits that go nowhere, poor and hungry, and homeless.' 'That's where we'll all finish-up, if we're not careful.' 'No-Waste. Zero-They take it home, you know, if they've got a home. Some have. Squatting…they toast it on one of those outdoors braziers. They sleep under the bridge arches, some of them, you know.' Continuing: 'Some have got homes 'though I don't know what state they're in. Don't seem to worry 'em!' 'What have you got?' 'All yesterday's fresh has gone. Panic buying! Stock-piling. At the docks and ports according to T.V.:…' pointing to the corner of The Shop and on the wall and ceiling from where TV and CCTV beamed: 'Only that one loaf left now. Won't get another delivery today, I dare say. And I am told: 'We don't know when!' Well, if they don't know when!' Continuing: 'Only the 'papers delivered today so far and I haven't paid for them yet. I only pay and get paid-for what I sell.' 'Don't We All.' agreeably: 'How's that?!' doubly surprised at the apparent revelation: that not everything had to be paid for up-front The Shopkeeper came towards the counter of The Shop and continued chatting to Her: 'Stock. Trade-Credit Debt in The-Bank. Charge-Card? Not working…Banks switched 'em off. You can give me all the money you've got if you like. No change to give out 'though more sweets or crisps worth more than cash-change now: Charge-Chip(s) OK…Potato-chips instead? Just like the last time! Not-Just. And not-just like the last-time and time before that. No money in the Bank… 'No food on the table!' She exhorted: 'Your kids have got have something…' 'Bankrupt!' 'Not, yet…' 'The Banks are not-open, so you won't be able to get any notes or cash-out anyway. Never be able to sell this place now. I've been trying to sell- off The-Shop and its stocks to pay-off loans and bills on The Shop and on the Stocks; but no buyers. I'd have to sell-off at too lower-price…negative-equityies' fixed. My price too-high to what these Corrupt-Corruptors want to pay! I'll just up-and-go sometime, leave it all behind…lose-lose. Credit? Debt. To who?' 'Geology&Evolution?' The Shopkeeper questioned: 'Any buyers?' 'For nothing@nothing.com! Less than Zero. Zilch. Sweet F'all.' She asked in wonderment. She asked, not to buy and not just this Shopkeeper, empty shop(s) all the local Shops were owned and known either by the name on the front of the shop and/or the Cultural-Ethnic-identity of the Family that owned or rented that shop its' stocks and shares and did their business there small retailers, family run businesses across the globe despite the Super-Market and Hyper-Mall still the way most-trade finishes-up from the home- farm roadside to docks and ports…in the air, and to and from The Village, Town and The- City: Market-Places and Streets and of course the wholesale-Industrial Stock-Markets and Money-Markets signage noticing: 24 hrs Open All Day. She pondered. She looked at the front page of The Newspaper un-folded and thrown onto the light worn dark varnished and metal-trimmed wood shop counter-surface and service. She glanced at a cartoon which depicted the Worlds Finance Ministers: Politician Economist: heads in hand s, sitting on stacks of money; no words needed, but a comment. She read for free without intending to buy on: Global Crisis-Meeting Midday Today! The (i)nside Page: In the last weeks and months there have been queues in shops for scarce goods, rationed by ability to pay, there have been queues to spend, instead of investing, pay, parity, pensions, and profits, before they became worthless. The prices of goods and services have increased week by week and day by day, as more Financial Insurance Compensation (FICC) Claims are made… Don't we just know it! So, what's so different! Or not! She pondered again. She wondered: how the small shops and retailers and service providers like Health and Social Care (H&SC) whether large hospital or fast-food chain cottage-hospital or cottage loaf. How they managed at all? With all the out-of-town Shopping-Malls and Giant-Chain- Stores that everyone shopped at because they could afford the 2-4-1special-offers. The Scams! Price-up first then Prices lowered! Ha! When did that that ever happen without Prices going up first? Without any salaries and wages to give out, what to spend on the Prices anyway? She answered her own-question: The Supermarkets paid up-front, but cheaply from the farms out low-cost bidding each other and only what they thought they could sell at a good profit balanced only by what most-people could just a-bout (N/n)af-Fo(o)rd…
The Shopkeeper had continued stock shelves without stopping hardly and stocking the shelves and aisle way cleared, finished: 'That's it! Everything is out. I'm now officially out of stock!' A-part from what I've got in the back for me and the family for a few days…' 'Stocking-Up?' 'Hoard! Packing-Up! Panic-Buying! and that's IT!' the train of thought returning to re-stacking the meagre shelves with the remaining stock and with some finality: 'Not getting in even enough buying for the Customers to cover the Household for a Day! Existing on Bank-Loans on capital, stock and shop; rent is un-paid for the year. Tax Un-paid unless taken at-source. Tax-Year: Governments Presidents' Sovereign Royal-Taxes! For Our own-good?' 'For Their own-owned Good only!' 'Our-Taxes!' 'For Our Own Good?' 'Theirs to get voted in again by fair means and foul. Religious or Secular. Presidential: Government-Bank:…' 'Private-Wealth. Equities? No. Enough-said. They cannot give us our tax-money back so what, now? Tax-Benefits re-duction: For The-Rich! We poor to middling are the Majority!' 'Of-course! Conned. All Piss-Poor low-paid workers now…if working at all!' 'No paid tax-benefits! I Work long-hours…for this Bankrupt-Shop.' 'Un-fair.' 'What-for?' She'd said: 'Fair.' 'Just?' 'Not. So much more than only today…' The Shop-keeper: 'Factory-Bread! Go-on, you may as well take it and yesterdays' Newspaper!' Then: 'Bring us some nice freshly baked bread to stock-up the Shop with from: The-Factory as we call-it! That is where He works, it is isn't it?' She-looked up: Then: 'They've closed the Bakery-Works again. Do You Know that? Where do We get Our Bread? Credit-Crisis again. did you know, haha: Import/Export: Shop(s): Chains. People as Things…' She'd responded…. 'Any buyers?' Then: The- Shopkeeper: 'There is a Rally at The Bakery, at Midday. Did you know? The Workers not allowed into the Bakery Works, closed, for Business.' 'For anything!' 'I owe them anyway. The Cash and Carry? You name it! I'm well into Negative-Equity now. The amount The-Shop owes is owed never Sell-Up now…' 'Unless there is a Sell-out Today!' She'd said seek to cheer the Shopkeeper and Family now emerged from the back room: 'Fire-Sale. Have to give it away!' She'd asked. Then the Shopkeeper almost-finally: 'Insurance?' 'Any buyers? Is owed to who?' then: 'That is where He works 'though, isn't it? The Bakery?' 'Not any more it seems…' her sullen answer. The Shop Keeper with re-newed finality: 'How about a free-Newspaper! Everything else has been taken from us, they've bled us dry!!' exclaimed, without irony; restrained and mixed with anxious mirth: 'That's not in the Newspaper!' She said, to stem the merriment: 'Never is. Sign '0' The Times! Machiavelli-Metro!' 'Everyday Standard! You know We can't even get retail-price from the City-Bakery.' 'News of The World! Paid-Newspapers…closing now. The-Others'…' 'For Good!' 'Just. Unfair. High Street, not. Business and Council Tax and Rental Shopfront: for: Digital-Business: SuperMarket Hyper-Markets! Market-advancing share(s):N%/n%: Chains Unbound.' Red-Queen. Black-Knight. White-Horses' horde…hoarding: Atlas-shrugged Off- key: FountainHead@Ours! Our-share! Overshare: advertising: convertible: Space: Time: Mass&Momentum Advert(i)sing: shared: Data and de-vices…un-regulated: A-Gain! Re-gulating ourselves like everyone else… Social-Trustly? With no-Money! Low Wages and conditions of Work Standards… 'The-Bakery. They…They are that tight with their un-earned Profits' Gravy-Train for the Investors: Pensions&Insurances. Not-Us!' 'We have to buy our Daily Bread from the Cash&Carry too…' The Shop-Keeper and She added together: 'Of course! How (I)dio-tic is that?!' 'Of Them. Uncaring-for-Staff and Workers' Family! Domestic-Work at-home Unpaid! The Bakery wants to make as much Profit out of All of Us as they can! Out of All of Us! Never mind the measly pay! Anyway…' and pointing thumbs back through the door: 'If The-Works are closed no bread and no cake either…' 'No Turnips! Not today, at least!' 'Let them eat Turnips!' The money for a small loaf was put on the counter and the large sliced loaf in its mould-inducing plastic wrapper and the newspaper with its banner headline declaring: STOCK MARKETS IN CHAOS was carried off. The Shopkeeper said: 'Take it…' and She took the newspaper, and left the shop. -Will you be going into the Works?' texted when She had left the shop, and called his mobile cellphone; with photograph stored number gazed at longingly, but without answer, or voice-message, and as he texted immediately back: -No point going in before the Rally! Will not get paid anyway… - What about The Rally?
- Going Home first…
- Why?
- Catch the News…
-OK get bread OK? O&O 4now…' She worked nights, evenings, day shifts. This week, this day, it was the late-day shift; or the day late! as some liked to call it. From the ambulance station She arrived at slightly late and clocked-on. From where she drove the ambulance, maintenance engineer and assisted at accidents so-called First- Aider but not a Super-Medic like some of the other crews had. 'Be careful, today' he had said to her 'I love you', and she had replied 'ditto.' accident and emergency crew, trained up in skills and procedures, assessment of injuries, life or death sometimes. Observing vital signs…moving patients safely, onto stretcher or aided walking. Checking for any changes… To report to The Qualified Clinician taking relevant information, from carers, and others at the scene. Administering first-aid and emergency medical procedures, transporting people to and from hospital, accident and emergency, the elderly and frail to The-Hospital appointments. It could be anything: road accident, multiple severe injuries, or just a scratch. Taking notes for the medics, and the insurance, and police, if there had been A Criminal Act. They would be on the scene-of-the- crime. Alleged. Or the Fire-Service if there had been a fire, or if someone needed cutting out of a car. Rescuing, from a roof. You name it. Anything, and everything could happen, and did. Never a dull moment. A good job, a great job, She enjoyed and was paid, well, reasonably well. Not poor. Definitely not rich! Could be a pedestrian, or housebound, head wound, heart attack, to broken toe. In a busy shopping centre, or on a country lane. Sick baby and worried parent, or elderly infirm, worried well, or unconcerned brawler wanting to carry the wound back into the bar to show-off, not realising how much blood was being lost! That's when you needed back-up. Sometimes a suicide, murder. Under a train, them, bag them up and the undertakers take them away, to the morgue. May later just find out the official-cause-of-death: by 'crushing' or 'shattered' in the jargon. May have been pushed? On the roof, threatening to jump: 'Go on then!' you always feel like saying: '…if you're going to! I've got children to collect from school!' but didn't: Once the Bouncy Castle is set up against the wall, and the suicide gets bored and tired, and decides to walk the stairs. Could be someone fallen down stairs. Beaten up in their own home. Domestic violence, denying, screaming the odds. Unruly, intractable, recalcitrant, not well-behaved. Not well-mannered. Not biddable, broken bones, not funny. It would all be reported, had to be. To the Social Care Agent, The Housing Re-presentative… The Police. They would press charges, if necessary. Must do, ought to. Some of the things you see….pitch-up and patch-up and tell their story as well as our own: witness. Sometimes threatened as well. You had to stand your ground. Emergency blue light, siren-wailing. Steering in and out of that traffic that never seemed to thin out, or even give way sometimes. Still, that was the job. Worth hanging onto. Going on to take the Medic and Paramedic exams, own time; evenings and weekends, and bring-up the children! Check out the Ambulance. The-Vehicle: stocked with bandages, medical and life-support equipment. Ventilator and de—fibrilator, fabrication stored properly and in good working order. Comm.s equipment, to the control-room…where she had started-out. Learning how to differentiate one emergency from another. Mobile radio-telephone video-link inside and out the vehicle, and the patients! they would joke. Heckling themselves in their pain and agony. Checking mileage, speed, safety, on the road, and in situ…medical-clean. New documentation: date, time report charts, name… address if known, distinguishing features. Check the fuel and oil and water, start-up, at the start, and end of each shift. Driving licence of course. Passenger Public Service classification. Different gross& weights and bearing, gear shifts and light and heavy goods for the larger vehicles used in public-(e)vents… Now, 'though, the regular chat, only if there was time stabilities' and solar-time time. When she got in this morning-shift, the morning newspaper, with the Lotto numbers, and television and radio pages: this job make more than a TV drama any day of the week non-fiction She liked maybe to a murder, thriller or an auto-biography. Not many of them write their own, do they? she thought to herself. 'What next? I know? Nothing! Or the rest of my life! 'aven't lived it all, yet! Home. Children. Hus-band…(ed.)' The Accident&Emergency Room. Department and Hospital: corridor-wings were otherwise as quiet as usual first thing in the morning: there's always time for things to change… 'It always gets busy as soon as I think it's going to be a quiet day!' She called to a colleague, and thought to herself, turn around and something happens, then it all starts happening! You hardly have time to think until the shift is ended, and no overtime-pay! When did I last finish on the dot, the bell!!? she asked herself, rhetorically; and out loud to the others repeated: 'When did I last finish on the dot, the bell!!?' answering herself in response, with a Thought-full then blank thought:
'Never!' they all chanted as if they had done this routine before, as they had. Waiting for the first call: that's when it always happened. Commuters driving from home, to work. A van, or lorry, at work, driven-recklessly. Someone in a car crash. On the way to work, domestic, accident, or not. On your way to early-morning deliveries, or to a job late for. As if you are the only one of the roads. That does not have an appointment to reach. With fate, and a social duty ahead Slow Down! You are not the only one! Think: Safety-First! 1.The-imperative to keep working too ridiculous time-set time-frame shifts. So, she could feed self and family; and others could be fed and stay alive. Referrals from night-doctors; there was always work waiting anyway. No later than sooner, the first call of the day. The druggies and the drunks, and the homeless who often slipped-in, and slept in the waiting rooms during the night shift, had been moved-on, for the day shift to start. It was not any different today, although the last call out had been a disturbance. Some missiles thrown and one person injured, the police were there. When the ambulance arrived, the crowd-had moved-away… The-Other Ambulance-Crew and State-Police as if they were guarding the money not the people: on stand-by had told them all about it when they got back. The Bank had not opened. A queue, a line had formed outside many metres long and wide, a gathering mobbing crowd really. Of staff locked-out, and angry, upset, worried, scared, lack(a)daisical. Staff and Customer(s). With people trying to get wages and savings-out? The Bank was closed, until further notice. There had been a scuffle between two of the waiting customers. Over an unpaid unwritten loan, and eventually, after others had got embroiled, two or three lay injured. Someone, bystander, onlooker, passer-by had called an ambulance. Several on- lookers came up to them, as they went to see to the injured customer, or patient-to-be; and the crowd, realising The Bank was not likely to open, had dispersed to await the further news; and to hopefully see if The Bank might open that afternoon. She was on second call but was not needed. The injuries were only slight, but the scene was ominous, an omen it seemed for the day. If real-disaster did strike she often thought only enough bandages and food for a few days; and only if that is rationed from the start. Only enough food at Home, the same. The closer to The-Big-Shop time the less there was at Home… Go to the Local Shops when nothing-left-in-the 'House' as they called it: the Apartment-Home really, nothing left, at home. Not stocked-up recently and can hardly afford to go more than for a few days at a time, sometimes only one day, without replenishing need, and goods and services to meet those needs. Everyone was talking about the crash of the stock-markets and the announcement expected at midday: 'We'll have to go to the SuperMarket tonight!' She had called after him as he had left; and She collecting the children later, after her first shift was done, on second shift later, split-shifts it would have to be. He going to Bakers' Work, or the Rally, now? Collecting the Children? Suddenly everything seemed more uncertain. And She really did start to wonder, what this day would bring. He met a Work-Mate: He going towards The-Bakery or The-Works or The-Factory as it was known: The Bakery. From the Nursery School: passed The Old Church at the top of The High Road now The Local Council Buildings. A Friend and a Neighbour from the same Housing-Block walking in the opposite direction, now shared the journey-Home past-by and from: The Bakery-Works Factory: 'No-good going-(i)(n) …' the other said: 'They've shut The-Factory again. Remember last time? Few more out of work, three-day week, again?' 'The last time and the time before that!' '…and the time before that!' ''It's happened before!' was his blunt reply without irony, the Other replied: 'Closed down for good this time we reckon. Importing-bread! Do you believe that? The-Shop (NEWS FOOD&DRINK 24hr.) Shop-keeper said earlier today 'Prices-Up Again!'…they say…' 'Do they? Not Prices down then?' 'Never. There's a meeting midday…' the Other continued: 'Gates.' 'Factory-Fates! We'll find out then!' and laughing: 'See you there!' SHOUTed as they passed each other to their separate homes, laughing, at what, they could not be sure like: The-Children: waving and laughing too, at what, they knew not what; awaiting afternoon middayafternooneveningnight, when they may meet up again: 'Open for the Day!' notice pinned on the schoolgate re-passed, and now brought back to-mind: Thank-Goodness! had been the immediate response. Although, there were mutterings and mumblings about whether The Teachers and Nursery-Nurses would actually see their pay and pensions this month or whether any of for how long The Parents would be able to keep-on paying-for the basic-education nevermind the extratrips and activities and equipment for this and that… At least: The School was open and The Children did not need collecting until She finished her first-shift and He finished his at The Bakery early-evening maybe, and she start her second-shift…while he took on The Children again…then: or would the-rally would put pay to all their carefully laid plans for the day: 'Don't forget after-school!' the Older-One had called after him. '…half-day today!' the School-Teacher had joked and laughing together after sending the text about going to the rally, home, first. As the children walked, not ran toward the nursery doors, the school-doors, and He out through the school gate, he went towards The Factory Gates anyway and then after meeting The Friendly-Neighbour, they walked back towards their homes. Passed by other shops, nodded and said: 'Hello.' to The-Shopkeepers and Customers standing around inside and outside, on the Street as they passed: 'What do you make of it then?' 'What am I going to make out of it?' 'What's going to happen then?' one called over: 'Nothing!' he called back. Then to The Friendly Neighbour: 'Again.' Then. He went up the stairs to the apartment balcony walkway. When he got indoors with the key, shouted: 'Hello!' only just out of habit, and switched on the T.V. again, and started to clear the breakfast things away. She had already set off for work with a sandwich, and the last of the bread, re-called calling afterwards after him and then he thinking: did I say I'd bring some bread home? And She said: 'I don't care if its stolen!' laughing: 'I'll bring some from the shop…if they've got any!? She said: 'Don't lose your job over a loaf of bread!' Lucky, I got some in yesterday He thought and as if spoken outloud; or sheer skill remembering what she'd told me before I went to work yesterday, and I didn't forget! But this time…today… and as He settled-down, with a last of the bread toasted-dry sandwich in front of the television, to watch events unfold, he wondered: or did I just imagine that? From some other time, yesterday? or at all, anyway…?! Anyway, what does it matter? We need bread, then, mindful of the Midday Meeting at Work: and Shopping later at the Super-Market wondering: what would happen if there was no bread? No work? No money to pay for the bread, the shopping? The mortgage? worrying reserving not for what would occur anyway, which as yet, he did not know for sure, for certain, what would happen today. Only what might may occur, could occur, which was all he could really think about. Home, and a sandwich with whatever is left in the bottom of the bread-bin. Some half-empty or half-full jar or a tub of something, and back to work or not. Before the rally and the International-Meeting apparently at-midday, anywhere reading quickly, scanning the front-page of the newspapers: Stock-markets in Chaos! Turbulence. G-Group Meet at 12.00 High-Noon! CCClub in difficulties… Insider Report Today, there is so much owed by so many, that cannot even start to be paid-out, or will ever be paid-back. This morning the stock-markets are closed. Once more World Trade has ground a halt. All financial currency and credit/loans trading, the trading of stocks and shares that, in recent times has left prices at all high time levels, overnight, have collapsed. We are in the greatest fiscal and financial crisis ever; and yet again… He sitting at-home no- hurry he re-alised, then, again, if or if not before, this time: that He didn't have any cash. Only a couple of notes, the cash-card machines would be empty. If the Banks were closed. There had been panic withdrawing, as well as buying yesterday, there would be risk going around and topping them up with new notes now, wouldn't there? Money riots? They will be headed-back or staying in base, with all the money! Armoured weaponized: Security-Vehicle bullet-proof dark and light brown, black and silver striped windows dusty dirt rumbling over the go slow cobbled pedestrianised High Street as if seen: shops either side, walking down The City-Centre. Then. as if (i)magined crowds emerged into the square and had emptied the Automatic Teller Machine, well before, so simply locked, and empty. Social-Media connecting… SmartPhone(s) across-borders…Civil un-rest internally, toppling Nation-State(s) Shopping Trade-War rival(s): Knowledge un-missing transparency lies internet: Techno-Chaos. Kaos, into a future of permanent chaos, for not slowing down but getting faster and faster speeds… Fake-New(s) Popular-arguing targeting-Military as well as Economic might: Might may switch… to Cyber-Crime and Currenc(y)ies' Corporation(s) the size of any-Nation State-stationed without borders frontiers of bodyies' brain-knowledge and hyper- knowledge of each in-dividual: Behavior-Data: as Universal as individually created emotional personality as Unique Selling Point-Position(ed.): poison(ed.) umbrella and arrow tipped as hunting weapon(s)… Now: Each of-us Cyber-Warrior(s): 'Move fast and break thing(s)…' 'Monetarise the-Data.' 'Data-Dream drive: eradicating deadly-mosquito: eliminating deadly-species…' typ(e): otherwise: Owning Creative Common(s): No-Rule(s) except those made-up each time as we move-on to:…Networked Tech.(ed.): 'Not-fairing well…' 'Not-faring enough!' 'Not-faring at all! Government-Corp(s)(e): or: Nation(s)' State-owner: worker(s): 'Owned-People Free! dis-owned by dis-information: Safe-target(s)…Chemical Crowd-Control patrol barrelling-bombs…Demagogue President-Leader(s)' Sovereign-Game(s) of Throne(s): To-now….victim(s) of Economic Social-Change not perp.(s): Agen(cy.)t(s) with People(s)' signing-up: con.script(ed.) Authoritarian-Bureaucrac(y)ies with so-called evidence- bas(ed.) policymaking political shenanigans.' 'En-forcement of so-called Democractic-Populism…' 'Free and Fair: Geographic- Number(s): adding-up Minority: Family-Dictatorship: Majority minority of National- Elite(s): sameness born into Priv(ate)(i)le(d)ge®d minorityies…' de-lodged… 'AllofUs! FAMILYIES' Peoples' Taxes: Business and Governance: Pay-Off: Premium-Freemium Benefit(s): Paid-for: up-grading: costume: Weapons and Loot-Box: 'People(s)' re-verting to type: violence…' 'Rioting…' 'Provoked attack!' 'Working-Labour Strike. Peaceful Re-fusal. Demon-strating…Re-Venge of the God(s)! Grand: Auto-Theft Rape! Pimp and Prostitute (sshh…) Not! Only in Military-War does the enemy Rape and Pillage!! Battle-Back! What-For? War? Fair? 4-what?' 'By-Order! Trade-War(s): Of:-Leader(s)…' On the field: back at the Centre: 'In the Market(s)…' 'Who have the Power to say No!' 'Too-much Power&Influence to deny patent-wavers acknowledge no-failure. Fail-ure' 'Massed mobilization-vaccine: Service: with-Family Honour…' 'To do nothing is to Honour nothing!' 'Crisis! Emergency-Power(s) of energy demanding protection propaganda known lies affecting morale heightened shattered re- stricting knowledge through science and religion(s)' re-viling re-generating con.spiracyies' failures every-moment: Elite-Tech.-Corp.(s). Government of People(s) of themsel(f)ves: Popular as compromising enemies through Shopping and the Ballot-Box: rigged- fixing… H(f)iring-democracyies' false-promise(s)' bought preferential non-proportionate: 'To: Day. As any day…' 'Nothing-certain…' 'No-guilt button.' Innocent-E(v)so-lution: mining Silicon-Valley minorityies' of one Major-ally cost-free pricing Ads' Revenue: (I)ncentivizing: Popular-Competition Wars Own Fam.-Farm Apple-soft cost-price Consumer earn@Nothing! threatening Trust-Foundation intimated stolen Benevolent-Capitalism commercial-seeding:… Pay-Pals'in-debtitude un-healthy death genetic-ally…mod€ifying…re-putations… '$Y(f)u0? Why? Best in the-Business strongest re-venue.' 'Rational-Kant! Imperative-Impeditive violence…' 'That We possess….' 'No-losses@Gold-and-Silver…Analysis@Synthetic-Trade Power&Media myth in- fluenc(e) individual echo-chambers' Gaming-monetizing money a-rising: 'High-rolling dice.' 'None! No real-risk at all!' blubbering-Whale Shark: intero-Gated: 'Over-sight re-view…losses Non Re-View:' oversight: 'Tightly gripping experts' ex-pert…' 'Non-expert in: no-genius leader(s) minister(s) and excerciser(s): in the- Knowledge@Analytic(s): arrogant-shit list(s): Game-Grift grafting onto trillionaire causing- chaos mis-o®d(d)ering orders in ones' own image selfish work(oh)olic(k) stolen money- addicted…work-hard no-fun…' on-screen: 'Co-m( )ercial: Musky (M)eta-Go(d)ogling Eco-Lab Uni-Technic Reliance-arty Halo- genic bit into commercial ad-vantage all be-cause they can. Producers of consumers' especially rich from the start made the calls' won un-lucky-lose some lucky-win some take-it from there consumers as-if under orders from: U-ganda: Authorising-Regime Trooping-Arm(y)ies' bureaucratically-tabbed stabbed-at: TheEnvy: The: TechnoPower of Money movements on- screen securityies' State-Police Esco(u)rt definitely and: The-Supermarket: would not be open anyway since most people paid-by: Easy-Cash: Credit/debit plastic-card: Gold Silver and Platinum: Loyalty- Card: bleed into the-markets Only: the Staff dis-count: stocks of the stores: Goods in the Shop: River-Island and Oceanic Deep-Port dug-in: 'Warehouses…' 'War-Horses…' There was shortage already on the shelves, after one day, yesterday. The Bank Cash-Machines all virtually 24 hours anyway every day of the working and non- Working-week made-upto: $N/n…months and Years would go by like this. Then. It would all be gone. Robbed or hoarded possibly with violence with violent intent the Banks' they'll be closed waiting with stock guaranteed for the Prices…to: rise, again… <Where? What? When? to rise? Or, to fall >. 'What?' HeL/l…@Home ex-claimed to himself on-screen image of threatened looting hundreds and thousands of Shoppers stripping the shelves of everything paying, or not. Closed. The-Supermarket: could be open for the next day; if everything was sorted-out by then He wondered If? And how much would everything cost, once it was all sorted out? With what pay? None? Un-employed? Again? What about the food and everything? Corporations and Governments duty bound to their Stock Holders, their- Voters; to put the prices-up to their customers? to keep prices down? Where? Trade-Wars? Price-Wars? C0st-price wars? Rich-Wars? Poor-Law Wars? Beggarman? Thief? Shopping: Pay-Wars anyway… They at Home: would have enough to stock up once and then be broke again, and if we don't get paid into the Bank and to them, then what?! and suddenly he thought less calmly. He had to get some money from the bank and for the mortgage, had to be paid would the mortgage be paid? If The Bank was closed? There was food in tins in the kitchen, and freezer and water in the tap. He had a little money, cash. She always had some…us(u)ally…so they should be alright for a few days. Perhaps? The Banks had been shut before: 'Business-as-Usual! Bank Holiday! That's all. IT will get sorted out…' he exclaimed to himself and the Home. Go to The Supermarket tomorrow, when The Banks would all no doubt be open again: 'After all, they are not going to want to lose-Business?' he said out loud and to himself: 'Bank-Business!' i get paid so that they get paid and they pay people like me to pay The-prices' to: pay them back and so it goes around and no-one else there except the TV screen, on. On the T.V. more reports from The Stock-Markets, around the world. Those that had closed or opened and then closed, and not open for breakfast lunch or tea or dinner. The City, the Financial Quarters only, but not justly, waiting instruction from Big Business and Government; and The-Market(s). Every millisecond of every day, everything moving, again. Experts, to give their Ex-pert opinion. Minor officials in the mix from banks and governments' made statements to the effect that The Banks were closed today. As if anyone did not know that by now. Unless they were brain- dead; or living in the middle of the woods, jungle, or the desert, or up a mountain with no electricity, no radio-frequencyies…original-wave tsunami of burning-bodies' smoke-signal(s): 'Bank-charges to be dropped to minimal and Taxes dropped too for the richest to stimulate the economies'…' 'All. Worldwide. Government Officials are meeting to discuss the crisis.' From the TV. The statement at midday would: 'Calm fears of looting…' etc. never mind looting that had already happened, and was about to kick off again, somewhere, maybe even here. News continued to come in from around the world and was broadcast simultaneously raw and unedited reports on audio and video from Cities and Country-side. Cataloguing the un-folding events. The sound and pictures of people meeting being interviewed. Ready to comment on the announcements and their responses: at: The-International- Conference the most well-known and many totally unknown faces' exchange formalities. Beckoning each other forward, back or sideward, in gestures of Power-Broking, and Politicking. They and as the audience, were made to laugh, like them coyly in public; at comments made amongst each other shook hands and slapped backs. Press-conference and delegate meetings bull-dozed-in: 'The Governments and Banks, however, cannot agree; either between themselves, or each other.' 'What if they do not agree?' Lines were drawn and withdrawn re-drawn and drawn, anew; still, there were too many vested interest(s): move the money around… On screen: That's'@): 'Sign(ed.) the agreement-document?' Any0/Ones… <Online: Global Basic Dividend/Ratio: NNN/nnn/… 'Final?' 'Was…not…Divide-again and-Rule…' 'Global-Basic salary…' 'Insurance…' 'Pension?' 'Assurance?' 'No. Government: Pay-Bonds and Tax-Tarif(s) Session. Getting re-solved…' 'Midday?' From the Studio: above and behind: The City: tarMacAdam: Concrete-Road Bridge and Railway-Junction. Various crossroads: Y and T and X intersection forked, knifed and spooned: to The City seamless linked centre taped-off in yellow and black, blue and white, red and black, as a crime-scene, unknown-before. People coming into The City and towns, and even village-centre(s); gathered, or emptied, travelling-out, and in. On MotorBike and Car. Coach and Container-Lorr(y)ies: like a crime scene, they were made out to be: -Nationalist-Exit: Security: Re-Main: Presidential-Monarchial Famil(y)ie(s): Union: Federat(ed.) Demonstrators and the Security Forces. Outside, and inside CCTV cameras reached the Boardrooms and Bedrooms' Bathrooms leaking e-mails: toxic enough, high-level: Puts and Calls being put-in drop-placed dropped/rose pre-©®ede(n)tial: -On Present-Index: texting sexting…un-moving… - Account: Credit: Default(s) Commission (ACDC) (i)nterest-rate(s): N/n: and Credit Re-bate A-bate(s): altering: re-payment:
Analysis-Scenario-1: News Broadcast: 'We all seem to be holding: Our Collective breath; and await further announcement. People arrived to work to join the meetings and demonstrations that were already gathering in great numbers at workplaces, town-square en-circling piazza and straight- honest and dis-honest villages street road in-and- out of: City Centre(s): as The- Whole-World Protests in City and Town-Square…' 'So. What do you make of it there, there?'
'On-line and in front of your-TV?' 'Stations?' The Presidents' Face appeared. It was difficult to tell if at the beginning or end or an almost endless sounding speech, perhaps on loop: The-President looked drawn, but was: 'Adam-ant no-changes would be-made'. After the previous-offer re-fused: of limited change had been ignored and the speech went on and on round and round. Reports and interviews, speeches, and the chants of gathering crowds. The claims of Government-Officials, Politicians and Market Ex-perts at Home and Abroad. Supplanted by de-clarations from people on: The-Ground. From Workplace Meetings and City Centre Assemblies and from World-Wide Web-bed: InterNet and TeleVision NetWorks: (i)n some places there was the sound of Police and Ambulance and Fire Sirens, the rumble of tanks and of truncheons beating on protective shields. On the TV screens. On the rapidly re-booted: snarling-Smart: Cell-Phone: add-on screens the picture froze the phone-book emptied: Error message 303: Invalid connection…connection closed… as overcrossing an Estuary bridge unnoticed perhaps by anyone-else in the carriage. Un-cared if-noticed or-not by anyone else at-all. Except now each by the in-Thrall. Both likewise momentarily inadvertently, and actually advertorial making eye-contact: flash-framed each-other, and through the shared-window as in bright-rainbow and blue sky-coloured mirror imaged as through each of-themselves. Each-Other en-raptured recklessly, perhaps, or to be wrecked. As if replicated, refreshing…relishing as then focused-away both to the outside-world as indifferently, similarly, un-differently, perhaps; yet in-evitably all-ways differently… Thru' another Estuary-Town Bridge stopped for shunting. Freight-Train many miles long. The #One back towards other-#0ne now staring and beyond both towards the as yet unseen, rapidly oncoming-City horizontally, and vertically to the same outside-world moved-past moving-past, and through oppositely; and thus as in-evitably differently viewed as to what was initially referred to, that too, was soon made obvious: 'Un-charted territory…' 'New!' '(I(N)(n)ovation that is what is needed.' 'Staples?' 'Doesn't much matter what It is. As long as It sells.' 'Civil-Law. New-functions…' 'New-markets…' 'Broken.' 'There are the previously drowned-out. Fell! Through-the-roof!' 'Hung from the-Bridge?' 'Mental! Metal. And Oil and Gas and Minerals…' 'Plastics. If You can get away with It!' 'The same!' 'Oligarch(y). Again.' crafted legend on-screen: names and places times and as instantaneously: 'Differentially Meteoric!' collisioning colliding folding downwards, and inward full-fell yellow-brown red-and-blue gender unconscious-bias… 'Greenwash mud-sliding and earth-quaking…shaking bursting volcanic red- flaming…livid: 'Holy-scamming…' 'Stoning!' Livid: 'Once-lived! Lived-again! Solutioning! Experimental! Always Innovation! That's what make it exciting…' 'Even. Financially re-warding…' 'Or-not?' 'Forgotten. Fore-closed.' Squatted:… 'Each season brings…' 'New things. Experimental as in…' 'Fashion? Scientific?' 'An Act of Trust?' 'Trusted-Trade.' Analytic-Synthetics' Ethic(s) Functional-formatic on-line: 'Political-Bureaucratic…' 'Shock-Therapies' Fixed.' 'Balanced?' 'Protection?' 'So, what? Who wins? 'We' do. Win-Win! Free-Trade! The Richest World-Business Politician leaders'…' 'Newspapers…' 'Media. HaHa. Lose-Lose. Everyday. Everyday returns! No-Limit(s): None. No, not all of us…' 'All the time otherwise…' 'Fair-shares?' 'Low-cost.' 'No-cost.' 'No-Fare shares. Somewhere-else: Theft. Looting…Greedy, then? Usury!! Zero- Rate(s): Social-Interest… 'In-secure?' 'Securityies?' 'Fair. So, who is not…' 'Just.' 'Exactly, who is not-normal…' 'What is-normal, eh?' 'Fair?' 'Just. Normal. Se-Curit(y): Lifestyle?' 'You? Company: Plant? Eh? Journ(0)list? Keeping the Company-Line?' 'I was here first before you sat down…' 'But how would I know? Government-Officer? That's 'It' isn't it? Doing the- Governments' dirty work?' 'No.' 'Digging-Hole(s).' 'To fall-in?' 'And filling 'em in again…' 'Going-to the Poles!' 'Down? Or Up?' 'You? Reverend Revenue-Regulation? With: The-Peoples Work in the…' 'Tax-Office? Government-corridors? Room(s). Got the ear?' 'Pigs' ear?' 'Sow-sows' ears?' 'The Tax-Purse?' 'The purse-strings you mean?' 'In a barrel of our-own making…' each e-stock and commodity Government-Bonded Share- Price passed each sell-by date out-dated: as lower and lower price-marker losses moved across: A-Bridge: electronic-boards against rows of banked fan-tail desktop screen(s)- closing: listing: achronycal and apocryphal-foreign and un-pronounceable, or home-grown and familiar, closed. - Home
The-Clerk asking now: 'So. How did 'We' get into this mess?' 'What mess?' 'This cycle of in-debtedness? Again? This dis-array?!' into the screen: 'Slow- Mo(t)ion…' 'Fast-Action…' 'Saw It-coming?' 'Pile-up. Hit the buffers. Off-the-rails…' 'Slow-motion…' 'Car-Crash!' 'Train-wreck?' 'This little-Turbulence…' the-Banker perhaps un-expectedly uncompromising in: Re-sponse, to the-Clerks' questioning, reckoning: 'Wrecking-Ball!!' banging both closed fists together. Recovering, The-Banker: 'There is a Market-Situation known as Demand-and-Supply. Where if a company doesn't have enough shares in stock to distribute and sell. Then this increases the price for these as a result: This is known as a Bull-Market…' 'And this is what we have?' 'Or perhaps had…Bear Market?' 'Or perhaps a Dragon-Market now?' 'Eagle.' 'Shark. #-Anyway…' 'Whaling…' 'Tiger-Market?' 'A growling Jaguar squawking screeching-Macaw-Monkey Market if you like! A Liger! A Tion! A Lie. grrrr! Bonfire of the Vanities! Acceptance, only Natural. 'It' doesn't matter what you call 'It' The Bigger Picture (TBP)…' 'Smaller.' 'Cake.' Thinking outside the-box… 'The-Cage!'
From apparently outside the carriage, momentarily looked blankly, thought and spoke, the Banker through the glass: 'If you like. The…reverse-situation…' looking away, and then back: 'What?' 'Supply…then Demand?' 'Demand…then Supply…then Demand? Give and Take…' 'Take then give…give…' not getting the reverse-irony from the pen-ultimately: simultaneously auto: closing… 'Un-concerned: Trade(s): anti-Trust: someone you know: Head of the Family at HQ. Trust-Buster(s): a-long way behind the-curve: <Con.-sum(m)er-Welfare: Warfare? Over: A-Bridge: un-named…continuing out the other end of a concrete cement volcanic: mountain-tunnel: subway sub-station airshaft: con-dit(ch.)(i®o(w)n)ing: 'A Bear-Market: this is when there is an increase in sellers…' 'I know that…and a fall in buyers:…' 'For: Shares: (i)nvestment(s):' 'Stocks?' 'Stopped. Goods: Services and: The money…mostly…' 'Cash?' 'Whose?' 'Toxic? Yours?' 'Mine?' Bluntly: 'Every-Bodies'…' savings pensions and insurance: investment: salaries and wage- rate(s): monthly… weekly and short-day: rates: NNN/nnn/… 'This is now what we now have. Risk. Shared: The International-Banks and Economic-Zones: Government and Corporation(s): IT is a Global Market…' 'Shared? Now the bottom has fallen out of it?' 'No. Share the Pain? No.' From the-Banker, a printed-card handed over with writing seen: The Rational Equitable: Economic. Effective. Efficient. (City Skyline Logo) Nothing-else: black-leather cold-coated diamonte cream-clothed City-spectrum grey-suited: 'Valuable-Equitable determined speculation on Equityies' Assets?' 'You think this is Easy too?' as if practiced before. The-Clerk taking and reading the-card noted: 'Rational-Valuable Market(s)-Values' N/nnn…Logistics. Import/Export: Boom!' 'Bang-Again!' 'Bang!!' 'And Bust!' 'Again!' Stopped. Then: 'Prices?' 'Fixed-Failure. Tax-Sub-sid(y)(s) or Sanc-Tion(s): Scarcity.' 'Class-Interest profiting by starvation SubPrime: Mort-Gages' Homeless negative-equityies'…' 'Space-Rocket Debt(s)!' 'Then?' 'No-Debt(s) as such, you see?' 'You?' 'Owing? No. Debts…' 'Tax?' 'Of course, they would not be debts otherwise. Pay As You Earn (PAYE)? Or not? Then paid in advance 1-3 month deal(s):' 'Short-growing season…' '1-3 years…then.' 'Longer…innovation.' Base Metals and Pharma-Food Mineral(s): <Cheaply0(IES) falling-in…gradually:… <De-b(t)it: Cre-dit: driven…investment…' 'Given re-mit: hit, hard, tortured, for failing…' 'On-(I)nterest made: Reason-able. Re-Paid. Credit-Debit: Paid again, see?' 'And The Cash-Funds?' 'Of-course, to draw-back-on…' Free-running now on all cylinders The-Banker let loose, re-covering, on the tracks, next-steps: 'Stolen. Unfair unjust…The Stock-Market Prices bid with Power&In-fluence exclusive.' 'Although always at some point in the past minimal seconded in seconds inclusive…' 'Pica-Quantum seconds!' 'Like last-night?' 'Confidence remains-high…' 'Others' collapsed completely.' 'As the others…Short!' 'Risen by more…' 'Buy them up?' 'You got IT!' 'No, you got it…' 'Money?' 'Nothing…' as the previous evening passed into-night and into this day for The-Banker: 'From: First-impact Trading instantly as a Body:' collapsed. In the moment between open and closed: 'Fortunes re-tained…' 'And fortunes lost…' 'Not this one!' in that brief second-take before the closure the final roll-call of coins landing face-or tail-up…across the-Globe without the liquid monetary-assets to pay or re-pay; or, to cash-in: 'New: Target:' 'Space?' 'You Try It?' 'Go Up in a Rocket?' 'In case it blows up you paid for it! For the Asset(s) to be burned-off?' Asset? Whole-Corporation(s)' Countries' Land&Taxes: 'Brought-down!' 'Presidents. Governments?' 'Even!' 'Greedier!' 'Gluttonous…' 'Rapacious.' 'To be sold-on…bad-pimped…' 'With non-existent Credit.' 'Just: on-paper:' 'Only. Un-Just(l)(y).' On-screen: 'People-Paradox: Co-Operative-Competition:…' 'Author(y)ities: liars' paradox. Technical-offences small-minded simplicityies': Everything I say is False? True? Class-Corporate Rational-Equitable(s)? Reasonable? Just-Efficient? Economic-Financed. Effective? 'Finished? False-consciousness…other.' 'Elite-Class conscience? On-screen: 'The Credit is the Country!' 'Where We Are!! All-Assets! Instant-Winnings! Win-Win! All Put's made must Stay-on! Stalled! In Stalled Precisely! Business as Usual! Trillionaires-Only!' 'Nothing. Is moving…' As if behind a paper curtain hidden, heard, anger: 'Since the in-evitable: Pay-up-and Get-out.' the-Clerk now sub-claused: The-Banker: 'Currency currently and con-currently worthless in name but shares worth the value of the product: Goods. Services. Not-making Primaries: but Secondary: Initial Re-Sources: Food and Water. Shelter.Work-Welter-Services…' 'Goods?' 'Fire and Ambulance. Army/Police: Hospital and Social-Worker(s):' 'Welfare?' 'Food-Bank. Re-volving Door(s).' 'Security?' 'HotSpot(s). 'Safe?' 'Healthy?' 'Stock?' 'Money?' 'None.' 'Relative to others…not of-themselves toxic…' 'But toxic of whatever noxious-currency they are being bought and sold-for!' 'Exactly.' 'Or-not, as the case may be.' 'Nuclear!' 'Exactly!' 'Negotiable, shall we say?' 'And the-Goods?' 'The-property of whoever has bought or been sold-out. As: moneyed- share(s) in the first place…' 'Except…now… Money. Locked-up. Worth no-thing.' 'Hardly…except the actual goods?' 'Good?' 'Got to get them-moving…' 'And the only way to do that?' Looking-out of the window. Across oil-field pipeline gravel graveyard pitted mined hillsides. Concrete cement-based conveyer-belt-brick-buildings, smoke-stacked flues…venting: 'With wider and wider differential-ratings…' 'Take a loss?' 'Only over last years profit-margin.' ' No loss at all, then?' Deliberately looking again, forward through the window, directing the gaze: 'Stalled-also.' 'Between one day and the-next…' 'Between one-place… '…and an-other.' Looking, out-the-window: 'Until this Day.' 'When the-Bear laid-down? Or clawed Its way back…' 'The Markets? Goosing! Taken to the air…or whatever….Crash landed!' and any other animal-analogy thought-of statuesque yet misrepresented the otherwise rapidly turning-numbers turned-off, frozen and unrevealing shot-down drowned-out surfaced: exploded in slow-motion…in-pieces: 'Shot-down!' market-marker board, and screen-seen pictured, mobile-camera photographed: on the train-travelling from where The Worlds' Stock-Markets' early-day trading had or would have already begun. With the hammering of ancient cast-metal, a brazen-gong, heard. A knotted-tied rope-pulled, a whistle or an air-horn, or an electronic buzzer air- vibration-released… Warning-signal… 'Red-light…' black as the night, yellow-red, to blue-green, as to the light of day. As when the field or factory-hooter: blasted pale pastel-yellow rising over the horizon. As at the-beginning, and then again, the closing-of-Business-Trading. The-previous-day, where-ever it was; trading-constantly throughout the world, around the globe, and then as with each evening. following-on morning, to the final-days' trade, and the next: 'Final-Trade?' 'What?' 'Was it correct? Or not?' The-Clerk checking-accounts' screen: clicking: Credit? Advanced? Entire History of The World: Sherman-Tank and blasted into mud and rock. No-longer rising…' as unknown before…a-moment…then: <Pay back-Time! @The Big-Banks: National and Private: Family-International: Global Co's CEO: Limited-Liability Partnership(s): The-Government(s)' The People in-Corporate.' in the background…foreground: pulling the strings… (Is) suing-suggestions: modeling modest debt-reminders…cash-flow cut-off threats if-necessary: sanctions…. 'For-Fuel-flow cut-off…' 'Unnecessary?' 'Bargain: Trade-Agreement's:' 'Trade-ins? For what?' 'Farming-Subsidy…' 'Pharming!' 'Plastic-Money!' 'Oil. Black-Gold.' 'Tax…' 'Call It what you will…' 'Ex-tracting: Money.' On: screen-seen: 'Deep-Mind. Deep-Water: Trouble…' Nautilus-Minerals: gold, zinc and copper lustrous alloyed silicon metal(s): 'Making: thing(s) 3D – 4D. Metals? Minerals? Insider: Industrial: Digital-Machinery: made: Goods and Services: made-in: Internal-Market(s): Territorial-Water(s): slurrying slush silted: contractual-difficulties: MB…Holding Omani and MetalLionVest: Russia: Share(s)? Stock(s)? When? Highest-bidder?' 'Harvest? Manufacturing Good(s) and Service(s): 'It' gets more-serious:…' 'News?' demonstrator(s): 'Stock-broth and Bread! Medical-supplies…' 'Could say that…' 'Armyies' Trade-stoppage?' 'Stopped?' 'Embargo-Sanctions stopped: re-started: food-shortages and no-water, how about that? Siege-Currency: as Tra(i)n-Sanctions. Bite! Market? For what?' 'Currency?' 'Food.' wet-and-dry: 'Data! 'We' Grow Our Own! Stable Healthy-(E)conomyies'…' 'Whose?' 'Your(s): Social-Stability…balanced…purely-Financial-agreements…'on the sly sky- line glanced surreptitiously or openly simply un-challenged: 'Balanced un-fair?' 'That is down to others. Politicians' People. Voters? Buy-Out? Or Sell-out? Buyers or Sellers' Market?' 'Country. Communal.' 'Army? Weapons? Depends, if you are a Buyer, or a Seller! Boom! BOOM!!…and Bust.' 'And BOOM!! Again!' 'Until it's time to go Bust! again…customer accustom(ed.) 'It' is all about when you get-in and when your get-out…' in the background now: Car-engines racing against: 'Racing against Each-Other!' 'Natural e-volutionaryies' de-selection?' 'Natural (S)-election… 'National-Selection?' 'Elections? Express. Free-and-Fair? For later-Life: Health: and retirement from work for Leisure-Time@Re-search: development…de-signing titles' run… Pictured: 'Push the Envelope?' 'Whatever that means…what envelope?' 'Whistle-blower blame-claim? Social-Care?' 'For-eternity?' 'Family?' 'Could be.' 'Family-Farm or Something?' 'Something.' as a small-Business un-flourishing… Mocking? Seriously… The-Banker accordingly, affordably, breaking-out of the cyclical-contortion, if for nothing-else in-particular, except attempting-testily an explanation of: 'The customary re-normalising-writ to be re-presented.' 'Of what may be im-plied…' 'Not: in Real-terms:' 'Un-Realistic?' 'True?' 'Then…' 'You could say that. Monetary-Terms&Conditions: Business-Trade(s)-Union(s) and that which will decide the-Day….' 'This Day? Periodic-Existential-Crisis of Capitalism…' 'Peopes'-Monopolyies' Capitalism. State-Capital Communism…' 'Failure. Of: Collateral. National Investment-Banking Services (NIBS)' Goods and Services accounting-for:…' 'Raw-material(s): Metals and minerals from the Earth!' 'GasOilPlastic (GOP)!' 'Nuclear-Daily!' 'Energyies'…Coal-again! now…Arms'-Treaty gain. Again! Land&Trade-Money It(s)elf!' Pica-second by second… ''It' seems…' ''It' is only having that Competitive-edge.' 'Sales' Ad-Vantage…' 'Green-Elect/ric?' 'Naturally.' Naturally: 'I see it in you. You're a Natural!' a bit too sarcastically, or was it ironical, or even: 'To be honest Anglo-Kings' Country Nation-(E)State.' 'El-Presidente!' 'And otherwise?' 'RE-Public! Each Generation: does its' best.' 'Good-enough? City? Country. To be honest…' 'You mean you haven't been honest up 'til now?' 'Fair-enough. Too-honest, perhaps…' 'Who? All of us?' 'Or none. Everything I say is false…News?' 'You think?…True? Never mind.' 'Some…' 'Only if True?' 'Eh?' 'Only partly-true then partly-false outcomes…' 'If Tru(e)ly(i) (e)-Naturalised National-State lyin' and cheatin'…Human Nature: Animal-Spirits…' self-recognised… Self-fulfilling in the glow of a naturalistic-fallaciously held-privately…and publicly-renewed self-admiration: 'Laying-down the-laws.' 'Voted-on Free-Will.' 'We prepare for 'It.' 'Our-Will?' Meeting head-on: 'Economic-Diplomacyies' scheduled-in on what? Commodities. This Stock-Market…De-bacle!' 'Do you?' 'Or could you have been?' 'Prepared for this?' 'No. Only in the correct place, at the correct time, with the correct amount of risk to: 'As in: preparations for a failed: Harvest? Software-Crash? That's it? Isn't it?! Cover- up Conspiracy! You want Me to fix the-software…' 'Farm-Price. Pharma. Food—Price(s):…' 'M(ah)oney-Med.s: reviewed re-placed changed every eighteen months and going-down: N/n…Daily!' 'Like the Hardware! Second-by second…faster and faster…no-one notices until the final second.' 'Sales-pitch. What is that game you have there?' 'WarGame.' 'WarFare4?' 'WarFair4. Only another Trading-Game: Energyies' Cost-Price(s) War(s): Battles' Bread&Bandages.' 'Sold&Bought. Price(s):…' 'Savings?' going-down… 'What savings?' 'Investment(s). Oh. The-Mighty Munitions' 0(n)?' 'Business?' My kill myself you dying from the inside-out All my fears have pushed you out pushing you never let the fear of striking-out Keep you from the game. Its' all I wanted and I get scared I wished for things that I don't need That I don't need all I wanted and what I chase won't set me free… 'FAMILYIES' Livelihood-Loans? Home? And the Credit-Debit Loyalty-Card(s): Mort-en-gaged Pay-Day Loan(s) (PDL): Debts that go with…' 'So, You pre-pared? So, what are the rest of us supposed to prepare-for? To be starved into submission like subservient Pariahs'? To be Homeless…' '…and at War with the World. The Day the Markets Stood Still? Your-World?' 4'Natur-ally: So, Mort-gagged. Credit/Debit card, or cards own anything else? Shop-cards? Loyalty-Card?' 'How many Ex(e)cutive Or: non-executive? Ex-Executive? What about the Banks' Investment-Houses owned? I mean, owed? Shares: Pensions and In-surance(s): Re-in-surances? To: the highest-bidder. Get 'IT' now?' 'Do…You?' 'Do they not-own(err…ship?) us? People(s): Pensions and Insurances not: in-sured. Not pensioned-off paid-off for your silent Ex-tortion? Consumer Protection Bureau Circular-Power: Power&In-fluence to con-vince con-fidence chain exclusive-executive media-Power serving on the-Board: President CEO of Family Fun-Run Business-Boards?' 'Family?' 'Boss?' 'They do as they please…' 'They own Us.' 'They owe Us!' on-screen: 'So. Down-to: Financial-Trust: again for Financial-Gain…' Number(s) on a screen: 'They only want you to owe-them not: to: Own-Them.' 'Which We Do!' 'You-may do might with others' shares and insurances and pensions salaries and wages.' 'If-paid at all: Most of: The-Economyies' NNN/nnn…' ' Yes.' 'Dropped-out now…' 'Own-Them? The-Big and little banks…Corporation(s) Of Us? Market-Floatation(s)? sinking…' 'Global-Tsunami! Of course! The-Bank's: don't want you to own them. They want you to owe them Big-Time with interest-rates and Corporate-Authoritarian Regime:…' 'To pay for? Police and Army Security: Number(s) on a screen: 'The Super-Market(s)' sourcing-mistake(s) under-paying farmers over-charging customers not climate-change labour costs and protections failed failed failed…the Government(s) of The People(s) the(y) want you to continue swimming but not too quickly not too-much, growth, to start with: then in-finite…work work work…' loading…load(ed.): 'In a-finite World. Life…' loading… 'In: Finite World. This World, this Universe, Us? Continue paying-off whatever IT- is: new-Subscription regular hidden-payments:…' 'Family-Fraud For eternity! Never…ending.' though(t-…T…) 'Bail-out that is-all they want…' 'From? You? Me? Your Taxes, eh? Your Government?' 'Flat-screen TV? What about that gadget? Bought, or borrowed? Vehicle? Any other Property-Loans? Stocks&Shares' Insurance?' 'Stock-up, each week? Each month? Home? Bank? Starving-out Ghetto Slum-State re-fused Health and Social-Care Goods and Services…that as well?' 'Super Hyper-G Lobal-Market(s)! What do You want to b-known for?' 'Credit-Card ad-vance?' 'What?' 'You owe already…' 'So, why not continue? EveryOne Does!' 'What?' to any cross-trading traffic immediately curtailed blue-green cross-trades as another parallel and crossing-tracks passed and rattled and rolled-over like passenger and freight-lines. Passing like ships in the-perhaps moonlit-dark starlit night-passing that previous-night: 'NNN/n. Margins-called: Magician's' call.' 'Breaking-point…' 'Braking-point?' 'Tipping-point…' For: 'Profits: NNN….' and silenced skulked skull sulked sunken eyes and lights turned- out. Screen left-on, referenced: 'For: Life!' Markets'©losed? 'For the Day.' 'Until: Midday.' 'Closed for Business.' The-Clerk, to the-Banker: 'Final-Trade?' 'Close of Play?' 'Time to Pay…' The-Clerk: 'Time to Play.' The-Clerk moving around tapping toes and hand mumbling, to-self or to the screen-talking unawares, into the earpiece-microphone replaced-lead: talking to someone? Talking to Who? Listening to what? Is that, singing-along? To what song? Singing? Singeing-Singapore? Who? Burning-WHO?: Watching the-Game? 'Watching the-Game?' 'What-Game?' Watched-in window-manifestation: manufactured: on-line news-updated…The-Banker puzzled at the-Clerk head-down no-further eye-balling body-contact and The-Banker shuddered at the thought of The-Clerk maybe getting a-head of the-Game: 'LoL' 'Ha-ha.' 'Got IT yet? You have got 'It.'' 'What? The bail-ball?' 'The-outfield?' 'The Umpires' Whistle? Managing the Game?' 'Calling: Time. PuT-Staid? Stayed?' 'Time-0ut!' 'Foul-Move! nn to NN Metre-line!' 'Out-the-Park!' Dropping-down, the eyes, leaned slightly forward, looking into keenly: Pricing…guidance…mortgage/rent…pay…skills Capital-amount: Your-Balance-sheet: … > >Credit…plus/minus…Debit…indebted…to: Bank of You: opening… Co-Lateral: owed amounts: to: lists…out-goings…that must be-have paid… <Owned-Vertical? Owed-Horizontal? Owned-Horizontal. Health: employment based@:? Exports/Imports: n/N not-N/n… <Start all over again! Like: Change-Trade: Saudi-Oil: OPEC Prices: N/n… >Bailout: For: Weapons of War. Food…munitions used-up as in-evitabilityies Quick-aggressive move engine-e®ed through the-Kaos! Rule-Random log normal-district retri-bution: Guerrilla-Warfare! On-screen: The Country-Wide: National: Rational-Equitable… The Real-World: <Shares…getting-there…of the National wealth…against… Super-subs: Euro/Dollar/Yuan-Mindi… <Sterling-silver: Gold-Rand/new-Ruble/new-Dinar/convertible: <Peso's/ Rea and Rupee…: forbearance of your…Z: 'Zombie? Me?' 'Servicing death-debt:' choking-off further lending be-heading clean-cut ripping out the guts in front of bogglingeyes: as they used to do: 'Rubles and Rubel(s)!' 'No-Humility!' 'Humanity.' 'Bartering Straight-Swaps? Settle a deal? OK.:…' Rates-available: list…as above &/or-below other-short to: long-term de.-posits may be made… <Savings: Credit…in the-Bank to be: made… Lending-for investment at a reasonable-return or simply-fore-going…foregoing…feigning…foreclosing… The Cash-Till: action: 'Going-down…Sinking-Ship: 'Titanic'!'! 'To get Home:' Solar-battery: charging paying-cellphones: The-Banker held onto the newspaper, brief-cased opened screen. Sat back, where had been leaning-forward in some kind of reverie. Looked-over and stared the-Clerk directly in the eyes and between and around the other less-experienced in the ways of the world. Shiny-suited silver-grey not-dull-charcoal. The Banker: a sharp-suited dull charcoal-grey power-dresser almost unnoticed rotund in-parts, like a tailors' dummy sharp-suited, three-dimensional 4G strung-out as a puppet as to the Invisible-Puppeteer. Staged-and sound-designed as-seen self- motivated moving synchronous photographic phonographic form…textured breathed-in…and breathed-out…flavoured movably moved: recruited: The Rational-Equitable: … <Hostaged…to fortune…exchanged: … Terror-transformer: with Fear and anger: revolt revulsion propelling political economic and media-pundit… <Expert-citizen…per-citizen…the-Clerk clicked looking-down not into anguish or fear but deprecation with depreciation: Basics-required…restricted…: simplified independent advice-orphans charging model…specific one-off advice: inherit pension-portfolio managed-fees… <Fixed-retainer or percentage-fee? Y/N? Y…for larger-amounts… <Less transaction-fee-deal…through home and small-business and personal-credit…on-screen bundled-up again: obliterating…un-traceable credit and… mortgage's and un-paid-loans…swapping. Loans/debts….send-to: confidential…. done. delete…deleting… <Vehicle? List:…chosen: V*8::Done. Home? Furniture (including radio TV and all digital and analogue devises media and games:)? Food? Water? Air? even? Evenly spread? Across Your Life. <Lives? How many do You wish to Buy? list: … Every-one's'-Lives? <Only Yours… Selfish-Objectivism? Does not-compute: The Panic of 2001…: does…-not…'…:… <Objective-selfishness… Subjective un-selfishness… <Un-selfish… Subjectivism… unselfish-Objectivism… computing all possibilities: now… <The-Market: lists…of markets' lists… Deleting… The-Banker taken a-back. Beneath-what were actually Gold-Gilt Bold CAPITAL-type caption-topping, and a clearly no longer tumultuous Stock-Market re-called. The-Banker gradually and all too quickly, and suddenly and readily now recalling: implicitly getting-now, the pitiful irony of the newspaper headline: WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! and the photograph below taken without permission, who would be-have asked? For: permission? To the-Banker, now again, forcibly revealed, for the first-time, by the-Clerk, perhaps, notoriously, not only into short-term memory but now also into open-consciousness sight as of vision: <Access Denied… 'As of this morning…' 'Has already happened.' 'What's done is done.' 'IT is what it is.' 'The Worlds' Markets' un-doing…' 'Is what IT is.' A-wakening as in a pent-up fury raging, invoked from the vestiges of the evening-prior: 'A phoenix, to rise out of the ashes…' speech-bubbled spoken out loud? Trimmed-wings is what the-Clerk thought both saying: 'Business-as-usual?' both looking-out of the still-moving outside-window: 'Business-as-usual.' 'There is to be a Declaration this morning.' 'By midday…' 'Inter-National Meantime…' 'This-will stabilise the-markets…' 'At some-lower-rate….' 'Others' auto-prag(m.)atically…' 'Higher?' Lower-auto: 'And, and that is the-thing! What 'We' will do is simply re-align currencies….' the-Clerk interrupted as if boring into the brain of the other. As if to satisfy some lust or inbuilt hidden hatred unavoidable as both, even as an idle-interlocutor: ''We' same-thing@50/50 Equity? Or at another relatively higher-point? Lesser? Or more?' 'You got it!' 'No, you got it!' 'And start all-over again…' 'At: some lower-point?' 'You got it. You give me the-nod on prices of one thing and another and I will do the rest, get me? Now then, those debts, who they with?' 'Errr, you?' 'O.K. Right here, right now' as issuing some oratory declarative. Without clue of real-implication: 'Like unusually honest-politicians yet unaware of their truth…' 'Only that made-up by themselves:…' 'All-Ways!' As: (i)f there were such a thing as honesty ready to be barracked. Self-deprecating and yet, as anyone appreciating of themselves, deceiving of-themselves implied depreciation of the-other, any other. With the opportunity presented, as an explanation of the rise to glorification yet also, thereby pre-emptive fall from grace all-be-it: if-only temporarily: 'Known Collateral-damage? Un-intentional consequences…as in current circum- stances as currency-account…' as simplicity 'It'self and with which 'It', would all be re-solved today: 'Lawyer? Politician Soldier-Worker: F(a)m(i)l(y) Business-Banker? Free-Trader Independent (F-T I) of course!' 'The warnings given taken?' 'Too-late. For that. Warnings un-heeded. Unstoppable! After the event…' '…and hold that Front-Page!' that nevertheless now could only now be seen from the-Clerks' supposed, and likely derisive, and probably gloating, satirical perspective. On the side screen-panels rapidly absorbed concerning the latest sports and business-media Celebrity-Star: photo of stage and screen, religiously-inoculated to: 'Keep up with the-Markets!' 'Keep up with the…' 'Other.' through violence theft on-TV Obesity meals fluffed, plucked, personal-value, emotionally in-distress consumer-hazed blazing marketing-characteristics: corporate-crooks herding gentle-gentile rough-rogue as loan-sharks encircling the flotation-tank propitious- publicity canary in a cage. Of the photogenic In-crowd the IT-crowd, and for the crowd of passengers generally- un-attainable. Un-obtainable@ and therefore to be utterly-loathed, or loved, in equal unequal measure. Perhaps, as well as envied for their art or wealth, or both, and thus taken a part-of: most alarming of all the guileless, seemingly-misguided, business trusted-bought: # The-Newspaper-Owner: Media-Magnate. Now, the even more incongruously, and mischief-making paradox-inducing intent of a supposed-Ally. Not-Enemy. Anyway, not-yet, anyway: The Tycoon-proprietor. The media-Mogul Magnate-Oligarch empirical pseudo-psych-economist fine old art wheeler-dealer and owner with-whom…only maximizing Profit matters…Golf and Gold may have been shared-interests and at least and a singularly badly-shared literary-joke: this is not charity! Laughing together. Not laughing together. 'With Power&Influence…' still marking cards, making-detergent soap or string-balls. Media-Empire: whatever it was it mattered not. Although 'It' did. Betrayer, betraying even spiteful little-threat, whenever not-making out. At the end of the day: when push-comes-to-shove, no-one is or ever was your-Ally. Not even, your friend, not even your-family. Bailed-out. Bailing-out from the false-accounting phone-tapping mess. Criminal Power-Corruption and Lies…simple rate-setting, premium payment protection racket rocket. Perhaps before anyone had tumbled…tumbled-in could have at least perhaps seen it coming. Could-have, perhaps should-have, acted with even-handed propriety, notoriety, perhaps? 'Got away with Murder!' 'Suicidal!' 'Murderous.' 'At The End of The Day.' Acting, unstained sustained acting-for as if with assumed-impunity, and as-usual uneven impropriety, summonsed-up and convinced and therefore convicted, in- their absence-of-wit… The- Editorial Traitors! The Public: Closing-in. Closing-in… 'Closed-them down! I would!' and closed-down the print-run down, and deliberately stopped the newspaper and the train-company from delivering… 'For-Free!' Then: 'No more Hand-Outs?!' let slip: 'No more Bail-out's!' 'Benefits who? This Be-nefits Peoples..' 'Back-handers.' 'Re-cycling…' 'Re-purposing…' 'By and for whom?' 'Super-Power:' 'Hotelier? Medical-expenses? School? College? University? Health, and Social- Communications…Media-Suppliers…and re-Tailors…' 'The-Works…' 'The-Works?' 'The: Rational-Equitable…' > Rational Equitable… <Stocks&Shares… Store-Goods… TPC. <10%? < State: Serco-Prisons meter-bids fail… Not Me! < Check-it! > I will… >: Fractious…fixing the rates… Everyone?! Not-wanting to Lose: any of it! More? Military-Security? Beat them down! No-business operates on Real-economy terms, you must know that? Rather on simply… > The-Banks? What >We > Will?! do…is simply re-align currencies? > < We >? > In-contestably… > The Rational…Equitable: That is what we do. > Alright? Maybe you did not think CEO-Banker and President: acting in their own self-interest could be so…so… So-selfish? >Think they Rule! < Greedy! The-Law! Think they are the-Gods that made all the living-creatures… > As if on automatic: Scientific-Economics Game-(SEG)Theory pish! only following rational-equitable order >s? > as dropping-bomb >as on an unseen civilian-population…tanked. Looking into the screen: hostage as distanced from…the thought…the-pictures: destroyed ancient-ruins, bomb-crater homes: >Damn-lies… > >Open-ended… Ended. Statistics…and… > >Without analysis. > knots of data and patents-mined controlled-by One-Firm familyies' in-heritage heir-loom… > African Black-Gold and shiny-White Diamonds stand-in for Money: >Not just the-Money…you know? < Just? >Whatever: Stock-Good(s): and services' information: you-have:… >Or: think I have? Get: my drift? >And there is a lot of it! < Just-Ice? A Lo(0)t! Of it! ➢ And it has to be the correct-information. > < Losing-It. Got-it! At last! The Good-Truth! > Truth? > Moral? > Even? > < Tactical-Strateg(y)ies, written-down? Or not. > Soft-news… to charm, and almost-paralyzed with fear…and mis-placed awe, or not: Does anyone else know this? >>Re-xit: Presidentialist: may as well be would-be: Input. For: Good-God? > Well?>Of- course. In the rough! >In the trough. >Out of bounds! > Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn… The-Clerk looked-up: on-screen: 'Serious numbers! I don't usually ask twice, but do You want me to take-a cut-in the recovery, eh? Cannot lose? Be-in on the next Boom!' 'Basic-commodities' stocks&shares?' 'Rare-Metals&S(i)l(i)con. Plastic-Food and Furniture.' 'There is more?' 'Rubber: flexible-plastid dig(i)-Silicon: Oil and Gas under them there rocks passed generations metal-mineral: Generating-Energy: Fuel: based: Clean Uranium. Plutonium…' 'Polonium? Novo-cheque. Industrial: or Military-use?' 'Business. To be had? Mining-minerals from The Earth. From Space? Eh? Satellites and Solar-panels perhaps?' 'Who knows? Exciting-possibilities…' '…and we do not think we have to be persuaded. Know what I mean? Just a simple 'Yes' is all 'We' need.' 'Who doesn't?' 'For a comfortable-Peace?' 'Piece? Of What@Never…' 'Never say: Never!' 'What? To: Trade-War?' 'Why-not? Trade…Shopping-War(s):…' 'Then? All the Time! That is War? Isn't it?' 'Buying and selling…Time?' 'Share?' 'Our-Selves. Buying and selling constantly movement…' 'Until now stopped?' 'Life is just a Game to be Won!' 'With the most…' 'Not: with the least N/n…' At the end of the Game: Sport(s): the end unknown in ad-vance: 'When the end is known in advance overly drama-tic: All on the-right!' 'You-Lose! Always death even(tu)ally.' 'Staged? Some people want to die so they can be-free.' 'Can any-one be free?' 'Peace? Why would you not-want Peace?' 'Like we had before this?!' 'This-time?' 'Last-Time: Cannot have the-same-again, ever. Every time…is…' 'Different? Of-course. Equity-only…' virtually-preserved… 'Advanced by this: sullen-Madness! Mutually Assisted. Destruction…' 'Assured?' 'Never.' 'Happens.' 'Insured? You? Think you are. No. You're…' breaking-points snapped! broken, into-pieces: 'The-Whole-Thing! Capital-Equity: collapsed…' 'Crashed prices no good for buyer or seller.' 'Whether-designed to or not-to…' 'With: Iconic-Catastrophic damage…' 'For some-Sector(s):…' 'All!' 'Ignored.' 'Ig-snored…' 'Not-All. See?' 'Cannot-be?' 'Again? Yet?' Looking-out. Suburban-edges, trimmed-hedges, overgrown woods, and peeling whitewash walls. Compound 3 or 4 storied building, and alongside creosoted-fences, before the graffiti-walled enclosedditch, between poplar and ash-growing, pastures, and harvested-fields. By the Railway-Track…looking-out: 'Killing-Field(s)…' 'For: Harvest and Meat.' 'In: Country-Town…' urbane. 'Urban. Petty-Bourg(e) Town. Cit(y)(i)(€)s…Business-All. Expense of all else. Thank You Staff Workers Army Customers exploited…aquired…debased.' Ch(e)at-Cat. Nascent competition: out-doing and adding to: bought-out, merged… Monopoly-Corporate Capital-Merger: WhatsApp? AWS Alphabet and InstaGram Medical-Advice and Check-Up: Educational: Literacy and Numeracy reaction redaction speed rate(s): Space National Country-Wide and Global. Government and Corporate-Scientific: Empire: Driven Test-Lift-Off: ex-ploded in flame(s): Forest-Fire Sale(s): Flood-Damage: swamping-ancestor(y): HQ-Office: in every-City, or the Glove, every Country of The Globe. Passed through and beyond… 'The-City@:Business as Usual!' 'So…' 'Stupid! Damn-lies…' 'Unchecked re-peated endlessly…' 'Until now…' 'It was all going so well…' 'Ostrich-Head in the sand…' 'So, you knew?' 'What?! In the water…of course…' 'Boarding: Statistic(s): NNN/nnn…' 'Weather-reports as reliable as the day before…' 'As unpredictable as each-other.' 'Without proper-analysis. See that is it…' 'That is what You have to work with…' 'Red-Barbarian at the Gate! Red-Menace to be-destroyed at-will.' 'The Big Green-Giant Hulk? Criminal-Collective? The Junior-Party President-Monarchical…' 'Place-Marker: Ruler…Man in The High-Castle.' 'And it is always…' Tuned-out turned: away and down into the-screen: 'Playing the-Game@' 'Big-Media:' 'Bluey-Meanie:' 'Alright. Don't be-stupid…' 'Government…' 'Crackdown on tax-evasion and avoidance.' 'Corruption.' 'Like Friendly-Fire?' 'Fraud, if you like…crop-steal:' 'Robbery?' 'As a Soldier?' 'Looting?' 'Police and Thieves!' 'Killing. De-claiming!' 'Sue them for Accidental-Damage!' 'Kickin' the Can.' 'Down the Road:' 'BRIG-Bank… 'Sailing-BLOC's…' 'Shipped as Flagged. Troll Fleet-Expedient:' 'Pragmatic. For: Fair?' 'For: Brick-Bat?' Uber Re-(IR.)Gulated Utilities (URU) a-twittering:' in-formation: 'Innovative.' spirit: lobbying-cronyism: news-media corps. Seen: 'Hoax-loan: and overdraft:…' agreed.' 'The-Gambler bets on what they think may happen.' 'The Banker on what has only just happened a pica-second ago…' 'That others do not know.' 'Are not meant to know?' Con-cierge Conscience-Customer? Share-holder? Business-hush-hush…clandestine…covert…confidential The-People! Are not meant to know? 'Playing-the-Tables…and all the Chairs and Tables of all those Generation(s)' Society? There is no such thing as Society. There are only individuals and families…National-Socialism is…the problem with Socialism: is: 'You eventually run out of other peoples' money to spend…' 'Investment-Capitalisms' problem is…same! You run out of other peoples' disposable income. Other Peoples' Money!' With an air of un-fulfilled un-done: 'To: spend. Get in-early…' >R/E:…loading:…soon…sooner… The International-Conference: insider-information: … 'What if they don't decide? Done-dealing?' 'Never! Could not-stop ourselves, could we? 'It'…was just…too-Good! To be-True!' 'The-Truth?' 'Fair-Fee Charge (FFC).' 'Customer-Ownership: owing: N.n:…' 'Data and Pay: De-liver(y): Logistic(s): Nation-State: Pro_duct: tape: 'Game-Over.' 'Enviably too-Big to Fail!' 'The rest of Us?' 'Too small to survive?' 'Society?' 'Politics of Envy.' 'You too?' envied all the same… 'Only, arguably…' 'Enemyies'…' 'Too Bad…' 'To: Fail. To: fall…only winning-bids now…fixed.' assuming: ab-solution: latest Savings&Loans' scandal…Lion-roars! when it gets hungry! roaming…re-connecting… 'These Lion-Loans then?' 'Dragon-Debt: You sign for them: Credit-Cow: Online…' 'Entre-preneur between government-bank-loan and the gutter… ' 'We have agreed the same agreements?' 'Morally-Legally?' 'Legally Mor(E)-Ally?' 'Both.' Ambiguous: E-motional:-E-th(n)ic(s): dis-posable… < Super-Victim… Villain Hyper-Heroic: calculator: NNN/nnn…. digital sig(n)ature p/w safe…vault…grift…graft…for ever… Graft or grafting may refer to: • Graft (politics), a form of political corruption • Graft, Netherlands, a village in the municipality of Graft-De Rijp Science and technology[edit] • Graft (surgery), a surgical procedure • Grafting, the joining of plant tissues • Grafting (chemistry), chemical modification of surface • Grafting (decision trees), in computer science, adding nodes to a decision tree Grift may refer to: • Confidence trick (Wikipedia.com) Also by M.Stow: WarFair4.2: Rogue-Citizen: Into The Abyss…Global-Citizen WarFair4.3: Local-Den(i)Zen… Walter Mepham (A First World War true family and personal stories) EarthCentre:The End of the Universe (An Anthropic Odyssey) Universal Verses Pan Tan-Gou Arctol & other short novels, stories and poetry… All rights reserved copyright2023M.Stow Standard Oil Co. (by Pablo Neruda, Canto General, 1940) Posted on June 26, 2010 by reed When the drill bored down toward the stony fissures and plunged its implacable intestine into the subterranean estates, and dead years, eyes of the ages, imprisoned plants' roots and scaly systems became strata of water, fire shot up through the tubes transformed into cold liquid, in the customs house of the heights, issuing from its world of sinister depth, it encountered a pale engineer and a title deed. However entangled the petroleum's arteries may be, however the layers may change their silent site and move their sovereignty amid the earth's bowels, when the fountain gushes its paraffin foliage, Standard Oil arrived beforehand with its checks and it guns, with its governments and its prisoners. Their obese emperors from New York are suave smiling assassins who buy silk, nylon, cigars petty tyrants and dictators. They buy countries, people, seas, police, county councils, distant regions where the poor hoard their corn like misers their gold: Standard Oil awakens them, clothes them in uniforms, designates which brother (sic!) is the enemy. The Paraguayan fights its war, and the Bolivian wastes away in the jungle with its machine gun. A President assassinated for a drop of petroleum, a million-acre mortgage, a swift execution on a morning mortal with light, petrified, a new prison camp for subversives, in Patagonia, a betrayal, scattered shots beneath a petroliferous moon, a subtle change of ministers in the capital, a whisper like an oil tide, and zap, you'll see how Standard Oil's letters shine above the clouds, above the seas, in your home, illuminating their dominions. Ubuntu: I am because we are I am because you are In a country well governed, poverty is something to be ashamed of. In a country badly governed, wealth is something to be ashamed of. 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