Coin of the Realm

 

The coin of the realm is knowing how things work. Consider putting some of that coin in a piggy bank until you have enough to buy something big. But jiggle them in your pocket now and then so you remember you have them. 

Speaking of pigs, I had a dream the other night that four big orange pigs were trying to get in my house. I googled it and the common wisdom is that hogs symbolize abundance, prosperity etc. 

Hooray! Right?

Truth:  those pigs trying to enter my house reminded me of Trump. I didn’t look THAT up because I suspected it meant I was addicted to Trump Porn. OMG, I’m a monkey in that circus. We’re all feeding that beast. That’s how it works. Put a coin in my piggy bank. Ca-ching.

A few times in my life where I felt my world shift and I put a couple of coins in my piggy bank:

When we bombed Iraq in 2003. US was the villain raining black death on the land. We weren’t the good guys. Ca-ching.

When Citizen’s United was passed by SCOTUS in 2010.  Big money runs the show.  That's worth 2 coins. At least. 

When I realized and said aloud that I didn’t believe in a god with two eyes, a nose and a mouth and pissed off…well, I pissed off everyone because I dared say it aloud.  But the truth is, I always got that god confused with Santa Claus. Making a list, naughty or nice? Old man, white beard, sees me when I'm sleeping?  Seriously? 

Speaking of Santa Claus, way back when the Easton Express was still a print paper, a boy I was dating was a stringer photographer.  They paid next to nothing and in fact wanted him to write the captions and accompanying story without paying him for it.  They thought he wouldn’t notice they were ripping him off and he should just be thrilled to be able to say he was a professional photographer. He got an assignment to photograph some school Christmas party in Roseto and when he got there he picked up one of the presents under the gigantic Christmas tree, shook it, and told the kids who had gathered around him, “There’s nothing in it. See? A hollow promise. They’re ripping you off.” 

They hustled him out of there when the teachers figured out why the kids were crying and back at the newspaper office, his boss said, before firing him, “You don’t want kids thinking about that shit. They don’t have to know.”

But they do. Knowledge is power. Ca-ching.