Once Upon an Era

Once upon an era there were some very rich men who were greatly admired because … Well because they were rich I guess. So how did they get rich and is it true that poverty is the affliction of the lazy man who just does not work hard enough?

So who was John Jay Hopkins

Was he rich? Do you suppose?

Hopkins was one of many Canadair employees.

Can acquistions make a poor man rich and a rich man richer?

Then there is the rags to riches story of Henry Krinsky aka Colonel Crown.
Exactly how rich was Henry Crown? Col. Crown was 94 when he passed away in 1990 leaving quite a legacy.

What about his son, Lester Crown? Was he rich?
How much power can a rich man buy?

How many board directors are rich and powerful men?
How often are poor people asked to join boards?
Does James Crown ever concern himself with such trivialities?
Does it take a man with a longview to create wealth?

SciFi

Science fiction?

Think again.

So
When all the grannies
Admit defeat …
The field will be clear
For …

Exercising proprietary upmanship?
Hum?

How about restitution?

How about copyright fees? What happened to old Granny’s share for all her unpaid work all those years?

What … Folly?

Not so fast
She mustn’t …
Granny having a foreign affair!
Noooooooo …
Cannot be so!

Who gets the boot?

What?

And those who will not
Admit defeat that is …
Pills my dear

Pills?

Watson, pills

As is …

Don’t forget to read the labels … And the disclaimers … And the guarantees …
Adequacy

“Pay close attention to what the doctor tells you … “That is what my old granny always advised.
“Health Canada cannot guarantee the accuracy, timeliness and completeness of this information.”

And … No crying over that spoiled Devon Cream … Just clean up the mess … oh yes … and pay Granny for her contributions.

What

Freedom to build bombs?
Employment for
Those jobless workers

Support for orphans?

And out from the shadows
More orphans were creeping
How many were there Granny asks
And from where did they come?

Freedom to compete
Education otherwise
Go for the prize
The rare old prize
The ultimate pay-forward
No time to think
The pay-back time
May never come

The onus
Onus on poverty-striken and powerless to prove that the world has not treated them fairly … It is not the poor who create the rules and designate the gate-keepers, who empower the CEOs. It is not the poor who earn the six-figure incomes needed to afford the lawyers and accountants and financial advisors and all their trappings.

Accountability?
Hmmmmm

Obligation?
Hm

Compliance?
Hm

Disclosure?
Hm

Edgar Who did you say?

Subject to change without notice
“Without prior notice
No guarantee
Accuracy,
Suitability,
Timeliness … Time …
May contain error
Hm
No Liability
Enter at your own risk

Sweet contract huh?
Why so secret
Why …
What …
What else
No need read
No need know
No need think
No need ask
Just sign here
Is what the man says

And those grannies too?
Did they sign?
Paid?
How much?
How long?
Was it worth it?

Ask the shareholders

Ever wonder
The cost of peace
In Canada where
Loonies and toonies
Tip the scales
Toward the Land of the Free
And the home of the brave
Where justice topples
The American buck
Like a feather
So we compare
After all is said
Done for us
Done to us
Done in our name
Done without our consent
Or with it
What price have we paid
For those years
The promise of security
The promise of peace
What price

By the way … Joking aside … all those frequent flyer points … the grannies just might reconsider …

Submission rules? Which is what?

Give Granny just one good reason

To?

Sing … Like Helen Reddy? “I am woman let me”. …ROR?

Visit the salt mines of Soledar?

… So grannies might want to experience Ukraine Peace

Warty pome

The news they call it
Play by play
An exciting game
An inciting diversion
A holiday
From keeping up
The illusion
Of political will

No holiday however
From homelessness
From poverty
The beat goes on
Sports and war
Sports and war

Sometimes about
Patriots willing to kill
Blaming those
Cowards eager to die

Sometimes about
Martyrs willing to die
Blaming those
Monsters eager to kill

How can there be
One without the other
Are there really
People willing to kill
People willing to die

Could either group
Exist without those
Who make bombs
And swollen paychecks
And why
Why would anyone will
To kill or to die