The Trepidation of Investment
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The Trepidation of Investment

The primary purpose of a business is none other then to secure a livelihood. But, I'm sorry, your activities interfere with your human development.  You're going to need to be capitalized, and that's just about, these days, become more anti-human than ever.

Investment kills livelihood.  Were it not so, Wall Street would have been a major player in the success of mass-small-business in every community.  It was the investment industry that destroyed the family farm in Iowa in the 80's.  It is the investment industry, and whatever holds their leash, that not only destroys small business but also has an interest in doing so.  They fear a healthy, educated middle class.

Here's how it (boosted economic investment) works.  Citizens enter a voluntary training if they choose to do so, funded by the investment community.  The initial business is aided by the investment community with instruction and support, the community having a vast segment of it's auspices vested in the information services.  The business is funded and if it fails, the second and third efforts are also funded.  The funding does not include interest, but rather a fee, and in the case of measurable prosperity, a commission for services rendered and a royalty of less than one percent for a given period of time.

But, you see, the investment community is reduced to narrow-minded, cowardly, sniveling little pathetic excuses for humanity, who, because of the miserly nature of their trepidation, have an extorted sum, much less than the largesse they could have enjoyed had they used practical, boosted economic practices.  And instead of becoming pillars of society and a vital ingredient in the prosperity of a nation they have slumped to the shame of being nothing more than the blood-sucking leeches thereof.  Their flag-waving is only for public relations, with plastic on sticks produced by other nations in sub-standard conditions by slave-labor because of their incessant pink-slipping and out-sourcing.  The sunshine patriot has taken the new connotation of the public-relations patriot.

My ancestors, who had to fight in the revolutionary war so these leaches in our time could have enough freedom to extort others, would have been as ashamed of them as I am.  Is that a trained dog I see over there jumping through hoops to entertain those rich scallywags?  Oh, no, it's some poor soul trying to improve his or her credit rating so they can go to trade school,  and then spend the next twenty years paying them back, I do declare!  Why, it's no American Dream, it's an American Scheme.  You think I'm just being opinionated?

You know, that dot com thing would have worked and would have brought in a prosperity on a global scale never before imagined.  It was destroyed by the same gentry that caused the savings and loan debacle.  Because the common person stood to make too much of an income thereby.  A certain ilk was made incredibly wealthy from those and other schemes, and they are too scared and incompetent to do anything with those vast sums besides just sit on it like a momma hen in the chicken coupe gone clucky.  Well, this time 'round, you know what's going to happen to them?  They're going to get caught.  That's what.

How about that, Plastic Flag?  You can run but you cannot hide.  Consider yourself busted.  Oh, I'm not going to do it, it's just going to happen.  This is just a warning; a shot across the bow.  Who's going to bust the leeches, then?  Why, the cops, my boy.  The cops.  That's who. 

 

Copyright (c) 2005 by Paul A. L. Hall.  All rights reserved.

 

 

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