Even if you leave no forwarding address when you move, all the credit card mail offers find you.
I had a credit card by the time I turned 18 years old. By the time I was 23 years old, I was choking on my breath when I tried to sleep at night, not knowing how I was going to pay my credit card bills. There was this moment where I actually froze in my steps in the middle of walking, because I suddenly realized that the total of my credit card debts combined was now equal to 2/3 of my yearly income. I made some life changes immediately, and now, one year later, I have paid my credit cards off entirely and will never have another one again.When those mail offers come, I now do something with them. I tear up the offer and wrap a strip of paper around it, on which I write "Please pass this message on to your supervisor: Please stop charging your customers outrageous fees and interest rates in order to fund these mailings, which offer only to ruin people's lives at the cost of our forests. WE ARE TIRED OF IT." Then I put the torn up offer into the "No Postage Necessary if Mailed in the United States" envelope that they sent with the offer, and I mail it to them.
It's a dumb experiment. I want to see if the offers stop coming.
Corporations have the rights of citizens. I don't think real people can compete anymore.
Tuesday 18 December 2007
Dream
Sleeping outside at night with a group of people, I awoke to find my throat partway slit and festering, as if by the hands of aliens. Yet what had really happened was a massive guerilla movement across the USA, and a stray bullet had grazed my neck while I was sleeping.
In the daylight, we could see the guerillas moving north in buses along Aurora Avenue. Some guerillas were civilians, some were uniformed military men who had gotten fed up with the military. The two types were in seperate buses, but all held weapons, pointed out the window toward us... not with the intent to shoot, but rather, to announce that they were taking control of the place.
I felt the delicious thrill of adventure and a smug pleasure at knowing this GREAT government was being overthrown in 48 states, simaltaneously.
In the daylight, we could see the guerillas moving north in buses along Aurora Avenue. Some guerillas were civilians, some were uniformed military men who had gotten fed up with the military. The two types were in seperate buses, but all held weapons, pointed out the window toward us... not with the intent to shoot, but rather, to announce that they were taking control of the place.
I felt the delicious thrill of adventure and a smug pleasure at knowing this GREAT government was being overthrown in 48 states, simaltaneously.
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