John A. Seafisk Knows Nothing!

Saturday, June 29, 2002

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Credit Where Credit Isn't Due


After coming home from a long day in the salt mines, and after picking all the salt out of my golden locks of chestnut brown hair, I eagerly stroll to my mailbox to see what new surprises the United States Postal Service has delivered to me. And usually, it's the same thing: credit card bills & credit card offers.



Each day, I receive at least 3 "Important! Repsond Immediately!" letters from First National Global US CitiBanCorp USA Bank and other financial institutions, wanting me to fall further down into the bottomless pit of debt...already pre-approved! And of the financial bastards, er, banks, I do foolishly still have cards with, they keep sending me checks to use in lieu of my plastic, so I can get further into debt with them, instead.



Of course, this should make me feel better about myself. Since these financiers have such a keen fancy in getting or continuting to get my indebtedness, I must have a pretty good or at least fair credit rating. This means I can buy a house or boat or houseboat with a little more ease. These banks like me!


And these snail-mail requests do not annoy me as much as the e-mail offers for new credit cards. I do not like electronic solicitaion. Mostly. These people don't even know me personally. I'm just another 'at' sign to these cold, uncaring spammers. Where's the love?


All in all, I guess it's debt that makes the capitalist world go 'round. And opening, then ripping up, these envelopes gives my hands something to do. I just wish my contriubtion to the capitalist world 'round-going wasn't so big.


Now if you excuse me, I need to make some purchases at Amazon. Mr. Show DVD, here I come!

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