Originally posted by Maxmars
reply to post by ProtoplasmicTraveler
But I don't believe it's actually commerce that represents the problem, per se. I think it's people.
It always boils down to people. Assuming all transactions are done by mathematical calculation; how hard have we made it to balance the economy?
It's not that we lack the means, we lack the will. In the end, even the most egalitarian ideology falls prey to the weaknesses of people. We are
too easily fooled, too easily manipulated, and too fractious to come together and stop the artificial conditions that create suffering (which leads to
hate, which leads to... - sorry - cheeky I know).
It is possible that we can overcome these obstacles, heck, anything is possible. But we don't seem to be trying.
People get greedy, and those nearest to them allow it. People lust for power, and those nearest them give it to them. People worship vain glamor,
and those nearest stand in awe. It's like we're children or something.
Thank you my friend...let's face it we are bred and conditioned to be unfettered consumers.
Have you ever watched a TV Sitcom where the stars had a couch with holes in it, old faded and raggedy clothes, didn't wear watches and jewlery, or
have the latest electronics and cellular phones.
I like wearing Nat Nast shirts, so did Charlie Sheehan on Two and a Half Men, half the time he would have the latest shirt before I did on an episode,
half the time I would have the latest shirt before he did on an episode. I thought it was a funny show, but in reality started watching it religiously
just to see which one of us was ahead in the shirt war and if he managed to come by something my favorite store wasn't stocking. If he did I would be
out the next day at the couple of other retailers around town that carried the Nat Nast line. Pretty pathetic huh?
When I first moved to Miami and was still a Family Man I used to marvel how all my neighbors had 2 brand new cars and a nice boat in their drive ways
and the latest big screen TVs and computers. I soon learned that most of them were eating eggs 3 or 4 nights a week for dinner and hardly ever put
their boats in the water because they couldn't afford the gas!
At the time I was a sales manager in the New Car Business, and families in the poverty income bracket would often come in and wheel and deal for hours
to fanagle a way to buy the wife a Suburban, a 9 passenger vehicle for the Mrs. and the 2 kids to get to school and soccer practice. Everyone else had
them, they had to have them too.
One night shortly before closing a woman and a man came in to buy...a Suburban and when I pulled the woman's Credit File on the Computer for the
Sales Person it had a fraud alert on it and a number to call. I discreetly placed the call while I had the sales person stall the customers to find
out what was going on. A man answered the phone and I told him who I was and asked for the name of the woman that appeared as belonging to the Credit
File, no my wife isn't home right now, and when he inquired who I was and I told him he thanked me and hung up the phone. Now the couple in the
showroom had identified themselves as husband and wife even though the man's name was not going on the transaction...the fact that I had just spoken
to the woman's husband whose name appeared on the Credit File told me that something not completely honest was going on, unless this woman was a
polygamist I was pretty sure the man in the showroom with her she identified as her husband was not her husband and that she might not be the person
she claimed she was either.
So I had to do one of those not fun managerial tasks of confronting and questioning them on the discrepencies, something akward because you sure
don't want to loose customers over confusion or innacurate information.
I introduced myself and explained the situation, and the woman gasped "Oh my God you called my husband, he knows I am here?" yes ma'am I
replied...she looked at the man and then at me with desperation in my eyes..."This is my lover, my husband will be here in less than 5 minutes, we
live close, and if he catches him here, he will kill him, he has a gun and I know he will use it".
Oh boy...so I had the salesperson hide her lover in a locked service department office in another building and she explained to me...I am in love with
this man, and he is poor, and I have been helping him get the things he needs to start a life here in America and put them on my credit, when my
husband saw all the accounts for these things, that we didn't have, I told him someone stole my Social Security Number and that's why the Fraud
Alert is on my Credit Report...that really was the truth.
The funny thing of course is this poor Cuban Immigrant Man had to have Armani, and Vercace, Cartier, and Feragamo and a Suburban to start this new
life because well, I guess everyone in Castro's Cuba has these things and he had to leave his behind on the smuggled boat ride across the Florida
Straights. Judging by the situation I am guessing it was a Bertram Yacht that brought him over!
[edit on 2/5/09 by ProtoplasmicTraveler]