| ▲ | its_magic 3 hours ago | |
> I think theft is a poor answer Theft? HA! Nope, they attempted to rob me, on multiple levels. Categorically refused. > Even worse is that you can't know what it may cost you in the future. My friend couldn't open a business account the other day. After many phone calls he was lucky enough to find someone that told him it was because he left a bank account $67 overdrawn when he was younger. Oh no! How will I ever conduct business without the government or bank's permission? I guess the only alternative is slavery to some giant corporation, or death! What should I do? As an American, I would probably like to consult with Thomas Jefferson, Thomas Paine, Smedley Butler, Lysander Spooner, Mark Twain, etc and get their thoughts on this matter. While looking something up just now, this old saved quote from years back popped right into view. Couldn't have said it better myself:
> That's in New ZealandAh! Found a serious problem. Not the problem, mind you, but a problem. There's a reason the self-described "elites" like to hole up in that place. (It would be a shame if they never emerged from those holes. What would the world do without their 'leadership'?) > I strongly suspect he never would have found out the reason in many countries. Yes, I agree, there are many shithole countries in the world. I live in one, too. One learns to adapt. > His only recourse was to use a more expensive provider (maybe $600 per year). Yes, this corrupt country tried to screw me in a similar type of way, years back. I refused to play ball and just did what I wanted instead, very carefully and quietly. Now that problem is permanently resolved, for a fraction of what it would have otherwise cost. > Please don't assume I am tolerant of abuse. I vindictively avoid some brands (and even all products from some countries). One time, I went to the local Wal-Mart a couple days before Christmas. I parked at the back of the lot as the place was packed full. No problem, I don't mind walking. But then imagine my displeasure to observe that some complete asshole in a giant lifted pickup truck has double parked near the front of the lot. That guy was way more important than anyone, in his own mind, clearly. Someone just had to educate him about how so very wrong he was. The job fell to me, as I was the closest warrior at hand. So I sent a shopping cart sailing at warp 11 into his truck. ("Engage!") It just so happened to impact right on the corner of the cab, behind the door (the worst spot possible--thanks, God), and fucked it all up. Mission Accomplished. I returned home and celebrated. I know of another funny incident where a similar type of person was similarly unimpressed by some douchebag in a Maserati (this is hillbilly country, home of Chevys and Fords) who likewise felt entitled to take up two parking spots on a busy main street where parking was limited. In this case the guy dumped a tractor bucket load of wet hay into his open convertible top. The "victim" of that incident was raging on Facebook, offering a reward for whoever turned the guy in, etc, but everyone was just laughing at the SOB. You'd be surprised what you can get away with, when everyone around you is quietly wishing somebody would do just that thing. | ||