that so much of our culture is rotten when there is so much blatant in-your-face-openness about being sneaky or dishonest?  I’ll warrant a smidgen of it may be due to literal insanity or brain damage, but much of it is like  “You can catch me if you can, but I don’t care, and everyone’s doing it without repercussions.”  It’s so bare-faced.  Many corporations continue to make money by sponsoring known crooks. Making money by dishonest advertising is admitted.  I don’t mean the clever shenanigans like being urged to renew an account without revealing what a renewal will cost,  atop downplaying that you’ve already paid your account off in full for more than a year ahead? Or slyly tricking you to think a thousand dollars might get you composted, rather than getting you to invest in an enterprise without guarantees.

I cannot get beyond the fact that some corporations aren’t ashamed of being blatantly funded in part by crooks.  Our local free newspaper lost an editor earlier in the year because she did not want to accept paid ads from known crooks.  (See also ads from Teraw).

One problem it may boil down to is that although corporations are considered individuals, they are not sentenced for illegal activities like individuals, but let off the hook by the payment of ill-gotten MONEY.  Hear ye Hear ye!  Let the “individuals” serve prison time, in the state’s privatized prisons, not the federal ones.

Where  do the fines end up, anyway?  Let me know if anyone knows the answer to that one.

Just perhaps you can guess that this is one of my rare grump days. (?)

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Two pigeons were strutting on my pretend apartment patio today, and I wondered if they were a “couple.”  They started grooming each other and then squabbling and it was a comedy in progress.  I’m a gathering place for neighborhood visitors of the nature kind, due to fallen birdseed from my swinging bird house.  I’ve noticed that visiting crows prefer to stroll down the parallel gravel path of a drainage ditch rather than to get their feet wet or dirty in the grass. Squirrels even enjoy visiting and knocking birdseed all over.  That’s how I learned that some baby birds hop until they learn to walk.  Different in that way from humans, I guess.

A cheery miracle of nature: