The One Per Centers
Posted by Barry Pittard on February 10, 2012
In India – the country which Sathya Sai Baba utterly failed to transform, as he had so long promised to do – and in many other countries, there is a widespread mushrooming of public protest against corruption. For example, the ‘Occupy’ movement. See my article:
In some countries, many people die when they challenge their ruling regimes. If those of us in so-called democratic countries continue to be deceived by better disguised deceptions of our own leaders and systems, we will lose those freedoms which came only after grave sacrifice.
The Wikileaks phenomenon exposed to the world many (although an iceberg tip relative to the reality) shameful secrets that governments routinely suppress through massive lying and cover up. That is to say, a world often profoundly naïve and cosseted in a way that many power brokers, diplomats and journalists, for example, are not. For a complex array of reasons, they are frequently required to shut up. The systems silence the whistleblowers. Any system in any country does this, and the methods, whether gross or subtle, according to system and regime, are many and frightening.
Sathya Sai Baba drew to himself many very high level figures in finance, politics, the armed services, the judiciary, the police and so on, But he signally failed – to any genuine and meaningful extent – to challenge or to change the visible and the invisible holders of power in his own or any other country, to a point where they have come out against their former practices. His many promises and prophecies, like those of countless promise merchants and prognosticators down millennia, have proved nonsensical and worthless. See:
The One-percenters. Barry Pittard. Revised – 25 September 2012
Some people whipped out their numbers machines
And in flashes of light discovered
That one-percent owns nearly all of the beans
With a few beans left for us others
Some system’s crunched us a wee percentile
In a gigantic banking machine
On each bankster dial spreads a bright flashing smile
As they skim off the bean-curd cream
In castles in high clouds giant Midases recline
Each hugs a gold-egg-laying goose
But who’ll dare to be Jack with a bean stalk climb
And set each goodly goose loose
And wouldn’t we smile if we could all steer
Gold beans round the stratosphere?
Instead of being steered and GFC’d by debt
When crash go the ninety-nine percent …
For enquiries about words and music for this song, apply: Barry Pittard, bpittard@ westnet.com.au