Coin of the Realm
The coin of the realm is knowinghow things work. Consider putting some of that coin in a piggy bank until youhave 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 dreamthe other night that four big orange pigs were trying to get in my house. I googledit and the common wisdom is that hogs symbolize abundance, prosperity etc.
Hooray! Right?
Truth: those pigs trying to enter my house remindedme of Trump. I didn’t look THAT up because I suspected it meant I was addictedto 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 whereI felt my world shift and I put a couple of coins in my piggy bank:
When we bombed Iraq in 2003. USwas the villain raining black death on the land. We weren’t the good guys. Ca-ching.
When Citizen’s United was passedby SCOTUS in 2010. Big money runs theshow. That's worth 2 coins. At least.
When I realized and said aloud that I didn’tbelieve in a god with two eyes, a nose and a mouth and pissed off…well, Ipissed off everyone because I dared say it aloud. But the truth is, Ialways 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 Expresswas still a print paper, a boy I was dating was a stringer photographer. They paid next to nothing and in fact wantedhim to write the captions and accompanying story without paying him forit. They thought he wouldn’t notice theywere ripping him off and he should just be thrilled to be able to say he was a professionalphotographer. He got an assignment to photograph some school Christmas party in Roseto and when he gotthere 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 init. See? A hollow promise. They’re ripping you off.”
They hustled him out of there when the teachers figuredout why the kids were crying and back at the newspaper office, hisboss 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.
