A true grifter feels justified in taking a mark’s money. The best grifters have their marks literally thrusting their money at them.
Women, land, resources, and dignity could have been added to the detriment of brevity. I read the above bolded quote on some forum deliberating techniques for separating gulls from their money, though its macroapplication is unmistakable. In fact, I don’t know that any more elegant description of the modern West has ever been penned in fewer words. Well there is a single word that might go some distance, though the operating principle of grifters and their devoted marks is what I’ll discuss today.
We really have become quite an incubator for cultural con-men. Even the most indolent are nearly dragged off the couch by our bleating appeals. Please fleece and dispossess us! Alright, for shit sake, alright. Of course there are also a great many boll weevils who aren’t lazy at all about burrowing into lucrative Western niches. And we accomodate their banal con-games with equal tail-wagging. If there is any mitigating amusement to be mined from this masochism, it is in the belief of childless liberals that their brown posterity will revere the memories of their marks. Oh they’ll remember you all right…with gales of laughter punctuating ambient contempt.
Though misty water-colored memories aside, there are always new scams percolating in the minds of those who can’t grow a turnip. The latest of these is laugh-out-loud in its audacity. Though chuckles will likely recede when Kennedy finds our disobedience unconstitutional and another new “law of the land” appears.
Poorer nations suffering from extreme weather disasters, so much so that their citizens are seeking refuge in safer terrains outside their borders, want rich nations like the United States to pay for reparations and to relocate populations.
We had previously been assured that by now hurricanes would be landing like Africans in Italy. And while nature’s plodding has trailed the left’s plotting, we can take some solace in an impending flurry of cashnados. Someone’s got to pay for all these gibsmecanes.
Preparatory talks ahead of the United Nations Conference on Climate Change to be held in Paris in December has representatives from developing nations asking for more than an already agreed upon $100 billion per year for climate change mitigation measures. They want additional compensation for weather-related disasters as well as a “displacement coordination facility” for refugees. And they want all this to be legally binding as part of the larger anticipated Paris accord.
The U.S. and wealthier nations in the European Union are balking.
That is perturbing, I imagine. $100 billion/year just doesn’t buy baby a new pair of shoes anymore. We’ll need some additional rainy-day accessories. That, of course, including automatic citizenship in their country of choice in the event of a quote-unquote weather-related disaster. This would only be used for rare exigencies, as with war refugees. Because, honestly, how often is there ever bad weather or conflict on Earth?
The rationale for the additional funds and refugee facility is based on donor country failures to follow through cohesively on aid pledges following weather-related disasters. For example, last March, Cyclone Pam devastated islands in the South Pacific but attention quickly turned to the massive earthquake in Nepal soon thereafter. That left small nations such as Vanuatu, which was devastated, to manage its own cleanup without much in the way of international assistance.
How does a man pen such expedient gibberish without even the courtesy of snide self-mockery? Just a parenthetical (LOL) would have been considerate to those reading You owe me money today because I wanted more money than the amount you gave me yesterday. Or less succinctly, you actually gave me lots of money, though another beggar materialized, thus drawing teat away from lips before satiation. Therefore you *really* owe me.
Poorer nations blame extreme weather-related disasters on climate change stemming from emission-polluting countries that have more developed and wealthier economies.
The U.N. Paris conference aims to reach an international, legally biding agreement on climate change that would reduce greenhouse gas emissions and thwart global temperature rise. A separate agreement is being eyed to address losses and damages from extreme weather events, thought to be a result of climate change.
As it stands, the Warsaw Mechanism, adopted in 2013 at the U.N. climate conference in Poland, established a structure to address losses and damages associated with climate change impacts. However that mechanism is due to expire this year when a new climate agreement is reached. Poorer nations who say they are on the front lines of climate change and suffer the worst of its extreme weather ramifications aren’t pleased by the expiration. They want loss and damage provisions to be extended and expanded upon.
Meanwhile, environmental groups are lobbying to make reparations even more punitive and require polluting companies in the private sector to step up and also pay for extreme weather-related damages.
You have to roll that concept around before the bouquet can be fully appreciated. Reparations. Taxpayers in Topeka owe punitive compensation for typhoons hitting a South Sea atoll. This is the mentality of a mark on bath salts. Sober rational men would hear pleading such as “front lines of climate change” as not even rising to the level of insult. It would be viewed instead as almost an amusing minstrel show from a beggar offering the facade of serious demands as entertainment for charity. Though rational men do not parley on our behalf. If they did, Vanuatu’s president would probably get more mileage from clanging cymbals like an organ grinder’s monkey than in preposterous table pounding.
The $100 billion-a-year-commitment by 2020 seems like a lot of money, but increasingly it isn’t looking like enough funding. With extreme weather events on the rise, so too will be the costs of cleanup and the tolls on people’s lives.
Well then Vanuatu better start saving up now. Because my inclination to compensate tin-pot grifters for “extreme weather events” is zero. We can only thank God no emissaries from Venus have yet arrived with tentacles outstretched over their own 900 degree front line.
And while these cons are grating to absorb, I suppose its hard to blame the shysters. We beg for it. There’s hardly a racket yet conceived the West won’t enthusiastically embrace. And no professional mark ever lacks for business.