If you've heard about the spooks who stepped out of the shadows long enough to threaten me at one of the redecorated FW Diners, you know why I've chosen to keep a low profile. Seeing that flashcrowd of yellow-jumpsuited servers and energized patrons materialize in my defense made it clear that there was an archipelago of safe havens for those, who like me, were brazen enough to take that step past speaking truth to power and suggest ways to short-circuit it.
I caught a ride with some folks who'd come from out of town, people who'd sought out FW's safe havens on their trip. I won't mention names, but you might see their handiwork in the news pretty soon, 'cause they're laying up a body of evidence against the defense contractor that one of them works for. A lot of us are keeping our fingers crossed, because if things work out, that company will follow Fremont-Wayfarer into corporate sentencehood for crimes that will make FW's theft of employee insurance funds look like something the neighborhood watch could have dealt with. And none of this could have happened if Judge Clary hadn't made that first ruling giving corporations full rights as citizens. None of it could have happened if they weren't liable to the same punishments we flesh and blood types face for violations that we commit.
You see, just getting some corporate convictions like Fremont-Wayfarer's isn't enough. Shattering Big Brother's screen of deception is just the first step, but like opening the door in our moviehouse prison, it lets in the glare of truth, which kills the illusion of reality we've been suckered into believing, and illuminates the projection booth, where old Oz is busy toying with the levers of power.
As big as those mega-corporations might be, as powerful as they seem, they are still just pawns in the thrall of the folks who create the money they got fat on. Think of them as the bankers' bouncers, the brawn guarding the doors to their inner sanctum, where the real power brokers live. They're just part of the movie, too, and once you realize that the corporate actors tearing up the scenery for the military-industrial-congressional complex are just playing the roles scripted for them, you understand that the true power behind it all is sitting in that folding Director's chair, just waiting to strike the set and move on to the next bit of scripted mayhem.
That's our target. Bank on it.
--- The Bank Shot Blogger
(This is the 12th story in a series that started with "Logical Conclusion/Full Circle".)
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