Along Came Fascism
When the average American hears the word fascism, one of two thoughts enter their head: murderous Nazis or anyone who disagrees with you politically. But, then again, the average American is not that bright. Fascism is the system of economics in the United States today, and it has been so for many generations.
There was virtually no difference between the economic policies of Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini, Francisco Franco, and Franklin Roosevelt. Nor of Richard Nixon or Lyndon Johnson, for that matter. They came to power in different ways. Franco was not elected, while each of the others were, and Roosevelt didn't live long enough for us to see if he would have eventually declared himself dictator. But, again, fascism is an economic system, not a political system.
To reiterate, words have meanings and dictionaries are not a reliable source of definitions. If you want to understand the meaning of the word "fascist," consult an economist, not a dictionary that changes every few years. Now that we have this simple economics lesson past us, let's move on to see fascism in action in Coalinga, California, in the summer of 1975.
As I said above, you had to be granted permission by the state of California to use the poison that kills Verticillium wilt. If you need a permission slip from the government to do business, you are in an economically fascist country. Also, only one corporation was given permission to sell the poison. That's a government granted monopoly, and fascism loves government granted monopolies. You could say it's the watermark that underlies all fascist governments.
Next in the story, comes the fascist intellectual property laws (IP laws), rampant in the U.S., hindering business while granting both virtual and actual monopolies to select corporations. If you ever see me in person, ask me about how IP laws were used by the Wright Brothers to hamper aircraft invention and production, leaving the U.S. fifteen years behind the rest of the world on aircraft design at the outbreak of WWI.
The one corporation that was allowed to sell the poison to kill Verticillium wilt held a patent (government issued monopoly) on the concept of using a machine to inject its poison. It had no machine that could safely do this, but it held a patent on the process of injecting that specific poison into the ground for the purpose of killing that specific fungus. It should be clear to every thinking person that the above stated situation is ridiculous. In other words, worthy of ridicule. But then again, if you think about it, every government exercise of authority is worthy of ridicule.
Notice I'm not naming the name of that stinking corporation that held that stupid patent. That's because they have a staff of stinking pig attorneys that would just love to tie me up in court for years, as I would be forced to document these accusations. They would eventually lose, but that's never their point. Corporations do this all the time when someone points out their evil activities. They occupy your life dragging you through court, draining you of all your resources. Eventually you're broke and you surrender, or you die and that ends the case. Either way they win. Humans are mortal, they live their life and they die, but corporations are immortal. They can be killed, but if they're part of the State, they won't die a natural death. They are undead. This corporation is just that.
It was around mid-summer of 1975 when an agent of that corporation came out to the fields to see why someone was buying so much of their poison. Dad had already invented several things that had been taken and patented by corporations, which he didn't get a dime from, yet he didn't understand that he should have viewed that agent as the enemy that he was.
The agent was full of questions and compliments, as Dad proudly explained how his machine worked. The agent spent most of the day there, following Dad and Arnold around the orchard observing them. Eventually the big question came up. How much do you get paid and how much of that is profit? As silly as it sounds, Dad proudly answered the agent.
You see, Dad was an honest business man that had no fear of competition, and he had no problem sharing his ideas so that others could come into the market and help kill this fungus, thus saving the farms. But corporations who use IP laws to distort the market hate competition and will always use the government to kill any business that they feel threatened by.
Within a few days, Dad and Arnold were both served cease and desist letters, threatening legal action if they continued working. They gave my dad some insultingly low offer for his machine, which he quickly refused, but that was the end of that business. Fascism did what fascism does best. It monopolizes power and wealth toward selected corporations and away from the individual.
Fortunately, Mom and Dad had saved a bit of money while the money was flowing in, and besides that, unemployment was never a problem for Dad. He could always find work. Mom, on the other hand, didn’t like unpredictability in life. She wanted Dad to get a job with steady income and insurance.
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