BSB#3 – A Hard Box to Think Outside Of January 18, 2008Posted by bankshotblogger in Bank Shot Blogger, Business.
Tags: bankruptcy, business fiction, corporate incarceration, corporate rights, financial meltdown, Fremont-Wayfarer, FW Diner, mortgage strike, the debt monster
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If you’re a regular reader — especially if you’ve followed me from the now-expunged spot where my blog used to appear — then you know I’ve got a pretty good imagination. Before the gang of 9 upheld the Federal Court ruling giving corporations full rights of citizenship, I’d sketched out how a corporate incarceration might go down. What I hadn’t counted on was the whiplash-inducing turnabout that Fremont-Wayfarer’s court ordered unionized workforce pulled when its criminal CEO flew the idea of capitalizing on the whole prison thing with a campy makeover of the FW Diners. But hey, if that’s what it takes to launch a chain of private-property dens of activism, I’m all for it.
Anyway, I’ve been gnawing at a question someone threw at me the other night, and I’m embarrassed to say I haven’t got the first clue of an answer. Normally, I can just pull at a loose thread somewhere and weave a whole fabric of supposition from it. You know, step inside the fantasy and catch a glimpse of the implications you can only see while you’re there. But this… I’m stumped. So here’s the deal. If someone out there can pry out a handhold on this quandary, I’ll see what I can do with it. Maybe together we can find an answer before the bottom falls out of this Ponzi scheme of an economic system and it’s moot. (more…)
BSB#2 – Striking the Set Piece December 29, 2007Posted by bankshotblogger in Bank Shot Blogger, Business.
Tags: banking cartel, business fiction, corporate incarceration, Fremont-Wayfarer, FW Diner, international bankers, military-industrial-congressional complex, speaking truth to power, subversive
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Let me tell you a story.
I was on the road the other day, looking for signs that the bankers’ hold over the big events that we allow to shape our world might be slipping. You know, little things, like people stopping to question the stories getting all the face-time on the news. It’s not an easy thing to do, either. (more…)
BSB#1 – Foreclosed Future December 16, 2007Posted by bankshotblogger in Bank Shot Blogger, Business.
Tags: business fiction, DDOMS attack, financial meltdown, Fremont-Wayfarer, FW Diner, mortgage strike
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This is John Frachetti’s first post here. I thought his rants deserved a new home. – poz
I haven’t sent email to anyone about this new home for my blog posts, so if you’ve somehow found me again, welcome back. If you’re a new reader, I’m glad to have you on the team. After that TLA spook shop shut my last blog and scrubbed all signs of it from the ‘net – including the Wayback Machine – I didn’t know what to do. Fortunately, the folks at the FW Diner, crew and customers alike, stood up for me when the goons broke cover to threaten me, and things just took off from there.
Al Klee, the union guy who just took over for the company’s murdered CEO, was night manager. He asked me to speak at one of their meetings. I gotta say I was impressed. When the ‘gang-of-9′ upheld the federal judge’s ruling on the SandHill case that granted full rights of citizenship to corporations, I thought that was gonna wrap things up for us flesh-and-blood types. But then Consolidated Communications got strung up for being a mass-murderer, and Fremont-Wayfarer was sent up river for a three-year sentence after looting their own employees’ self-insurance fund. The only thing that could possibly have topped that was what happened at the FW Diners. Ed Reese flew the scheme before he was offed, but the union turned it on its head. If you haven’t dropped a dime at one of FW’s redecorated prison chow halls, do yourself a favor: go get lunch. Better yet, bring some friends. But don’t schedule anything afterwards, ’cause you’re gonna want to stay and rub elbows with the swarm of subversives that hang there. It’s a safe haven, too. Private property.
So anyway, I figured I’d launch into a tirade against the bankers and see how the union reacted. It was intense. There was so much pent-up anger and frustration in the hall over financial matters that seemed so beyond their control. All they wanted was something to do about it. It really caught me by surprise. I didn’t know what to tell them, so I spent the time they gave me letting them vent. They really wanted to talk about all the injustices they’ve seen, and once they’d done that they realized how many of them shared the same problems. Getting that much done was worth the effort, but I felt so overwhelmed that I just thanked them and said I’d do a follow-up on my blog — if I could convince anyone to risk being associated with me. So here I am, and here’s that follow-up… (more…)
Short Story: “Bank Shot” December 12, 2007Posted by gznork26 in Bank Shot Blogger, Business, Fiction, Politics, Short Stories.
Tags: 9/11, astroturfers, business fiction, corporate incarceration, corporate personhood, corporate rights, credit, federal reserve, free speech, Fremont-Wayfarer, FW Diner, international bankers, mainstream media, mortgage, murder, parole officer, prison, protest, repugnican, subversive, terrorism suspect, union, World Trade Center, WTC
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“Whatever you do may seem insignificant to you, but it is most important that you do it.” — Mohandas K. Gandhi. (This sequence started in the story, “Logical Conclusion“)
Part 10 of a series
by P. Orin Zack
“Did you hear? The ‘Bank-Shot’ blogger’s here tonight!”
Leovar Agrolkin turned to the stranger seated beside him in the union hall, a trucker, judging from the logos on his jacket. “Who?”
“John Frachetti… the guy in those pictures with the company’s parole officer. You know, the one who started all the talk about taking the bankers down a notch. They say he had something to do with Reese’s murder.”
Edward Reese had been the CEO of Fremont-Wayfarer before he was found shot to death in one of the chain’s dingy motel rooms. He was also responsible for turning the FW Diners into faux prison chow halls, complete with bright yellow jumpsuits for the servers. Leo hated yellow.
“Sure. I know him. I was there.”
This was Leo’s first union meeting. The graying waiter had managed to reach fifty without ever taking a job that required it, this one included. But then the company was sentenced to a three-year imprisonment for a massive theft orchestrated by the executives, and Judge Clary wanted a union rep on the reformulated board of directors. Only thing was, it wasn’t a union shop. So they went and formed one, signed everyone up, no questions asked. Which was fine with Leo. His background wasn’t something he was too thrilled letting folks know about. After all, who wanted an accused terrorist in their midst? (more…)
Short Story: “The Tallysheet Bankers” December 7, 2007Posted by gznork26 in Bank Shot Blogger, Business, Fiction, Politics, Short Stories.
Tags: blogger, boardroom, business fiction, corporate incarceration, corporate rights, fiat money, Frank Capra, Fremont-Wayfarer, FW Diner, George Bailey, Henry Potter, international bankers, SEC, stocks and bonds, union
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Unexamined assumptions can illuminate old stories in new ways. (This sequence started in the story, “Logical Conclusion“)
“The Tallysheet Bankers”
Part 9 of a series
by P. Orin Zack
John Frachetti stood in the hallway, contemplating a door. Not the one he’d just shrunk from opening, the formidable walnut-stained entrance to the executive conference room on the top floor of Fremont-Wayfarer’s corporate headquarters, nor the figurative ingress of a chamber that might serve as his access to the world stage, but rather, a more private one, the door to the inner sanctum of his soul.
Happenstance had tangled the thin cry of his blogger’s rant against the tallysheet bankers with the anti-corporate rage being husbanded in the prison-bedecked dining rooms of the company’s restaurants. Persons unknown had murdered Edward Reese, its Chief Executive, and left him, a message still to be read, in the motel room where he’d turned down the chance to avert the trial that had ultimately imprisoned the corporation itself. And now, John had been summoned to speak before what remained of its Board, to defend the call to action which had so galvanized the chain’s employees and patrons alike, and which had driven the talking heads to demand the shuttering of thousands of doors, and the diners behind them.
He closed his eyes and took a calming breath. The hot flame that warmed his soul and illuminated his world seemed to crackle, casting an otherworldly blue glow through the insubstantial aural cloak that surrounded his inner self, protecting him from the destructive impulses of those nearby. At peace with himself, he opened his eyes, reached out and opened the door.
“There he is,” a grating voice boomed, “the sorry little cretin responsible for trashing this business.” (more…)
Short Story: “Unvarnished Siding” December 2, 2007Posted by gznork26 in Bank Shot Blogger, Business, Fiction, Politics, Short Stories.
Tags: activist revolt, blogger, business fiction, conviction, corporate crime, corporate rights, first amendment, Fremont-Wayfarer, FW Diner, international bankers, parole officer, penal system, riots, subversive, supreme court, suspected terrorist, war on terror
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The important moments in your life don’t always seems so at the time. (This sequence started in the story, “Logical Conclusion“)
Part 8 of a series
by P. Orin Zack
“You wanted to see me, Your Honor?” The woman’s voice was breathy. She’d been running.
US District Court Judge Wilfred Clary, who noticed such things because he often ran to meditate on big cases, sat back in his leather chair and peered over the monitor at the backlit silhouette in his office doorway. He tended to leave it open when he wasn’t meeting with anyone, a practice that reflected his annoying willingness to be interrupted. This quirk had been mentioned repeatedly in “Corporate Crime Wave”, the new book about two high-profile cases he had ruled on in the wake of the Supreme Court’s decision to extend full rights of citizenship to corporations. The increased foot traffic it caused was beginning to irritate him. This visitor, however, was not only welcome, he was eager to speak with her.
“Claire,” he said gruffly, “Good to see you. Come in and close the door.”
Claire Fuller had the dubious honor of being the first of a new kind of parole officer. He had picked her to oversee the three-year imprisonment of Fremont-Wayfarer Corporation for stealing from its employees’ self-insurance fund. That was the second of the two cases in the new book. The first was Consolidated Communications. It had been terminated for the deaths it had knowingly caused, so there was nothing to oversee except employee outplacement and asset disbursal.
“Sorry I’m late, sir. I got tied up with —.”
“All I want to hear right now is an explanation. Why are the news feeds running a picture of you having dinner with a suspected terrorist?” (more…)
Short Story: “Unplanned Outing” November 28, 2007Posted by gznork26 in Bank Shot Blogger, Business, Fiction, Politics, Short Stories.
Tags: Arbusto, bankruptcy, business fiction, corporate media, corporate rights, first amendment, free speech, Fremont-Wayfarer, FW Diner, George W Bush, imprisonment, insolvency, Jefferson, prison, riot, sentence, spooks, subversive, supreme court, war on terror, World Trade Center, WTC, WTO
Richard Bach once wrote, ‘Live never to be ashamed if anything you do or say is published around the world, even if what is said is not true’. (This sequence started in the story, “Logical Conclusion“)
Part 7 of a series
by P. Orin Zack
The attractive cashier behind the counter flashed a smile as cheery as her uniform was drab. Her key-shaped nametag had ‘Barbara’ scratched into it. The contrast of woman and wardrobe only heightened the disconcerting sense of unreality broadcast by the glowing ball-and-chain sign outside, the big plastic window bars, and the waitstaff’s sunny yellow prison jumpsuits. “Welcome to the FW Diner,” she said. “Table for one, ma’am?”
Claire Fuller didn’t usually frequent chain restaurants, preferring instead to encourage independents, but tonight she was on a mission. On the drive over, she’d debated whether to volunteer her identity, but chose instead to let them treat her as any other patron. And that might have happened if the place weren’t so crowded, or maybe if she hadn’t been distracted by the sight of Fremont-Wayfarer CEO Edward Reese’s perverse idea of a family restaurant. She nodded.
“Probably about ten minutes. Your name?”
The last syllable had scarcely passed her lips when she realized what she’d done. (more…)