A Note To A Bank

To:  The’Let’s Think Of How Many Ways We Can Screw Over Our Customers During A Pandemic’, Department.

Re: The changes you’re implementing to your credit card ‘Terms of Service’, wherein you are going to add the unpaid interest charge to the account balance, resulting in charging ‘interest on unpaid interest’. (which began in March 2020, just when the global effects of the Covid-19 pandemic were being felt – wot a coincidence, eh?)

Also, your intention to raise interest rates if the cardholder misses their minimum payment twice within 12 consecutive months, rather than the current practice of 2 missed payments in a row. (beginning in June 2020, just when the financial impacts of the ‘shutdowns’ around the world are heavily impacting the personal finances of … well, just about everyone – wot another coincidence, eh?)

What this means is that if anyone who is unable to make the appropriate payments to their credit card (and remember folks we’re in the midst of a pandemic where literally millions of people have lost their jobs/reduced income/etc) then those nasty defaulters will be suitably penalized, because hey, even multi-billion dollar corporations are hurting just as much as the little fella, amirite?

And just to round out this trilogy of ‘business as usual’ horror-fest, is the wonderful news that you are now offering Extended insurance to under your ‘Purchase Security and Extended Warranty Protection’ … which I’m sure will only cost the cardholder a small monthly fee to add to the many already supporting the spectacular, and I’m sure, ‘value-added’ services you offer.

Here’s the thing, Dear Bank, it’s not your money … let me say that again slowly … It’s … not … your … money. All you are, if all the bullshit is stripped away, is a replacement for the sock full of money stuffed under the mattress. Everything you’ve built for yourself out of that basic premise is has been founded on the principle of greed and venality.

Yours sincerely, The Person The Money Really Belongs To.

-oOo-

Funny how the bigger a company/corporation/service provider/business/institution is, the less willing they are to remember, and remain true to, where they came from.

So to each and every one them who has made the choice to put profits before people, (and I’m not talking about the idiocy of shooting yourself in the foot so you can give your shoes to someone else who’s walking barefoot – metaphorically speaking. ie people who are barely getting by anyway) let me ask you this, do you think you are immortal?

Our world is a closed system after all, and limits will be reached. Do you believe that ‘things’ will ‘return to normal’? Do you think we will not remember each and every one of you in the years and decades to come?

This time is a defining moment in the social evolution of our species.

Choose you way forward wisely.

Self-Entitlement

‘Of all the nasty human traits we’ve acquired over the centuries that Covid-19 has uncovered, self-entitlement is at the top of the rancid pile.’ … written by me, as a comment on a post by Luther Siler, wherein he has a wonderful rant about self-entitlement.

Each and every one of us, as we try and negotiate our way forward in a world which has changed forever, has a story about encountering arrogant idiots like the one in Luther’s post, who refuse to acknowledge that they are not the center of everyone else’s universe. (not that they ever were, except in their own delusions, but that’s another story)

Funny thing is, and what probably freaks them right out is that for every one of them, there are hundreds, thousands, of others who are holding the line.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve got better things to do with my time and energy, (apart from a few swear-words and dirty looks, and occasional pointed comments in the direction of afore-mentioned idiots) like listening to the perfect song for these times we live within …

Bon Voyage, Little Richard – wherever you are, keep on rockin’ …

May the 4th Be With you

Last year the 9-movie Star Wars saga ended with Rise of Skywalker. (for better or worse, depending on your point of view. Not counting ‘solo’ and ‘Rogue One’) Which, with the hindsight that we now have in 2020 and the tectonic shifts the coronavirus and Covid-19 have brought about (and will continue to do so for the rest of the decade as country after country with little or no health-care resources, stable economic bases and governance, and less-than robust food security, add one more burden to their already breaking shoulders), created a certain grim symmetrical bookend to the last 43 years, that otherwise might’ve been missed.

There was (eg, The Mandalorian) and will be (eg, Taika Waititi – he, of the fabulously successful ‘Thor: Ragnarok’ – has just been tapped to co-write and direct a new Star Wars feature film) more Star Wars-ian stuff, but it is essentially the end of an era.

Just as there was a (mythically proportioned) ‘Golden Years of Hollywood’ so now the last 50 years of western cinema can claim a similar appellation. Perhaps we can call it ‘The Birth of Special Effects and CGI Era’. (a bit long and it doesn’t acronym-ise very well either – TBSECE)

The force, (or as it’s known for just one single day every year, a bit like Brigadoon  really, ‘the 4th’) as Yoda describes it, is another name for the energy that so many of us have seen come into its own of late. What ‘life on Earth’ might just be like if everyone strove for balance rather than the accumulation of ‘wealth’. Or perhaps it’s a desire to experience that balance for more than a few fleeting moments, as we realise on deeper and deeper levels just how far out of balance we truly did fall.

‘May the force be with you.’

 

‘Do, or do not. There is no try.’

Luke – ‘I don’t believe it.’ … Yoda – ‘That, is why you fail.’

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

In her post titled ‘Time out of time’, HecateDemeter opens with this line, ‘…There are only three days now – yesterday, today, and tomorrow…’ and there my attention stayed as I thunked thoughts of my own.

Yesterday – hmm … well, gone for good, I’d say. We, (humans) for the most part, weren’t listening anyway, so hence this bigger, much bigger, wake-up call.

Today – a waiting game, that we get through the best we can at any given moment.

Tomorrow – a three-fer:
T
omorrow, as in the day after today, isn’t going to be all that different from today.
The tomorrow after that will be a bit different in that ‘lockdown measures’ will start to ease, and those desperate to ‘return’ to ‘normal’ will feel their stress levels rise as the truth of what that ‘normal’ really means sinks in.
The final tomorrow – the one that is somewhere waaaay over there and months away, no-one knows anything about. ‘Talking heads’ will (and already are) positing what ‘things’ will be like then, as though nations bankrupting themselves, the failure of globalisation, and wealth continuing to ‘trickle’ upwards, will be ‘business as usual’.

I certainly don’t know … I have a bit of a list of things that I hope for, another list a bit longer, sadly, of things that I fear will happen, (which I put no energy into, ‘cos that path leads to the Dark Side) … but no, I don’t know … all there is in this moment in time, is yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

-oOo-

In the meantime, Bob the Bluebird of Bitterness has hunted and gathered these treats for you …

Margaritaville

Margaritaville

Cast A Giant Shadow

Some shadows, like pandemics, cover the world. Others, like this one, are bigger. (with thanks to Bob, the Bluebird of Bitterness, who is more about Silliness and Strangeness)

The Numbers Game

I’ve settled into a place, adjacent to where my Spirit finds equilibrium. Hardly any news-chasing, once a day really. Daily needs are met, and I’m feeling the stirrings of creativity. They don’t last, not yet, but I feel the day coming when they will.

I have one little quirk going on though. Each evening at around 11pm I open the Johns Hopkins Corona virus/Covid-19 site and log the confirmed cases numbers and compare them to the previous evening’s tally. Just the confirmed cases. I know if I did the same thing with the deaths, my still fragile and vulnerable ability to see my way clearly through this would not survive the immersion.

What solace I find in this, I’m not sure of. Perhaps it connects me to the stark reality of what our entire species on this planet is going through, especially because of how physically isolated I am here on our little island in the middle of a lake.

Oh, and one other quirk. I catch myself wrapping the fingers of my left hand around my thumb, most of the time without realising it. Not quite a fist, more of a protective gesture, because there are times when all I want to do is curl up in a ball and stay there.

Why am I telling you these things? I want you to know that no amount of peppy/supportive/uplifting videos, or tweets or facebook posts or ‘lifestyle’ articles is going to keep the grief and fear every one of us is feeling, (to greater and lesser amounts at any given time, it ebbs and flows) at bay for ever.

There IS a monster stalking us, and to deny our minds and bodies the ability to express those feelings is to give the monster another way to threaten us.

I’m not saying go dig potholes in your front yard, (well, maybe I am, a little bit, so long as you don’t have any close neighbours) but allow your body, your mind, your spirit, to tell you what it needs from you, your conscious mind.

Embrace the quirk … go crochet yourself some toilet paper.

Re-usable as well!

Re-usable as well!

 

Also … because I’m also feeling hopeful and sentimental…

Guns N’ Rosaries

Just heard on CBC news that the US government considers churches and gun shops to be ‘essential services’ …

… words … fail …