The easiest way to make a difference in today's Capitalistic America? It's obvious politicians do not have the best interest of the people as a high priority, and alot of corporations would sell you arsenic if they could get away with it. It seems the only weapon we have is the way we spend our money. What do you all think about this and am I correct, or am I just way off?
Only weapon we have against what? And I would certainly sell you arsenic if you wanted it. Not sure why you want it or worry about anyone selling it to you.
Your fears are overblown and somewhat stupid. Here is what you should do, always vote for the candidate that wants to make the government smaller. In the last elects, that was Romney.
Government is needed, and government is on a path to becoming completely controlled by whomever has the most money, if we aren't there already. So, in a sense, the basis of what you are saying may have a point, government should be reduced because its only the right arm of the people who really control this country, corporations, and the uber wealthy.
Capitalism has been in need of regulation ever since the industrial revolution...especially at the hbeginning of the revolution. Just read Upton Sinclair . China is now at that very same point because Capitalism, left to its own devices, will make profit based decisions only. When unchecked capitalism abounds, human dignity diminishes. Workers are not measured for their loyalty or even their productivity, they're measured in cost...what they cost the company to employ. Productivity doesn't matter as much as what they take away from the bottom line because productivity can be maintained by exporting jobs to less regulated companies or mechanization. When the value of a human being is reduced to their contribution to someone else's dollars the culture of death prevails.
I love Carl Sandburg and think he's the greatest American poet !! This melancholic poem summarizes the big problem. This was written in the 1920s about the workers organizing in the cottomn mills of Gastonia, NC. MILL-DOORS YOU never come back. I say good-by when I see you going in the doors, The hopeless open doors that call and wait And take you then for--how many cents a day? How many cents for the sleepy eyes and fingers? I say good-by because I know they tap your wrists, In the dark, in the silence, day by day, And all the blood of you drop by drop, And you are old before you are young. You never come back.
Here's another poem by Carl Sandburg...this one's for LaSalle Ave. GOVERNMENT THE Government--I heard about the Government and I went out to find it. I said I would look closely at it when I saw it. Then I saw a policeman dragging a drunken man to the callaboose. It was the Government in action. I saw a ward alderman slip into an office one morning and talk with a judge. Later in the day the judge dismissed a case against a pickpocket who was a live ward worker for the alderman. Again I saw this was the Government, doing things. I saw militiamen level their rifles at a crowd of workingmen who were trying to get other workingmen to stay away from a shop where there was a strike on. Government in action. Everywhere I saw that Government is a thing made of men, that Government has blood and bones, it is many mouths whispering into many ears, sending telegrams, aiming rifles, writing orders, saying "yes" and "no." Government dies as the men who form it die and are laid away in their graves and the new Government that comes after is human, made of heartbeats of blood, ambitions, lusts, and money running through it all, money paid and money taken, and money covered up and spoken of with hushed voices. A Government is just as secret and mysterious and sensitive as any human sinner carrying a load of germs, traditions and corpuscles handed down from fathers and mothers away back.
