A Plague of Locusts.
A meditation by the revenue stream
A vision of the black cloud approaches. Opportunists. Bearing no allegiance to the ecosystem they inhabit. Sink or swim. Live or die. Alliances matter only if they advance the banner of cupidity at days end. Tomorrow we re-evaluate. R-selected mothers. It's a numbers game. Some survive. Some die. Others fill the vacant space. The fallen are food for the strong. Always there will be more behind the first wave. Scorched earth? Scorched humanity... They cross international borders with the ease of water seeking its level. Its' lowest level. Invading ecosystems, as yet, relatively untouched. Sometimes they're even invited. With incentives. They take while leaving nothing but their dung. Don't have to look far to find the parallels. Market Wisdom. Invisible, bloody hand. Bloody, invisible. The electorate watches passively as pols surrender power in exchange for campaign war chests. We can't fight if we don't win elections, they cry. Can't win elections without the media budget. The Media... that solipsistic caricature of the fourth estate's vanity. Advertising revenues trump reader subscriptions. Who's schoolin' who?... Advertiser? Publisher? Any questions???











