Author - Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

WHY ISN’T WALL STREET IN JAIL?

WASHINGTON -- Hundreds of protesters from around the country descended on a meeting of all 50 state attorneys general in the nation's capital on Monday, demanding criminal prosecutions for bankers and mortgage servicers accused of foreclosure fraud and other abuses.

"Handcuffs for the CEOs! Corporate criminals got to go!" demonstrators chanted during an hourlong event outside the Fairmont Hotel, waving signs with slogans like, "Make Wall Street Pay!" and "Send Wall Street The Bill.

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Morning Constitutional 03/07/11

A number of technologies keep this operation running. There's HTML and PHP and RSS and XML and huge vats of prepared cake icing. And virtually none of them work. Not one. They don't work on their own, and what's more, they ain't working together. Even the characters in this sentence hate each other and are only being kept together as words by the refusal of the spaces to budge.

I've got a solution, though, delivered from on high. I'm welding the entrances shut, turning on the faucets and flooding out the whole mess. After that I'm converting this place to stables for living reindeer. To hell with it.

Richie Riches

As America enters the downward slope of empire—its debt mounting, the disparity between wealthy and poor continuing to chasm, the environmental ravages becoming irreversible, high unemployment becoming the cruel norm—the Richie Riches have a vested interest in misdirecting people by blaming the powerless for the sins of the powerful.

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MOORE

"The country is awash in wealth and cash," Moore said to the crowd of union members and their supporters. "It's just not in your hands."

"Wall Street, the banks and the Fortune 500 now run this Republic," he added.

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MORNING CONSTITUTIONAL 03/06/11

The ultimate goal is stacking bricks as neatly and cleanly and evenly and quickly as possible. This is strictly an amateur pursuit. There's no money to be made because society does not value a job well done.

You will create 8 equal stacks each morning and photograph the results. Discretely number the prints on their back, clean side. Pencil in your initials and mail the entire affair to my unaffiliated PO Box in Saline. You will never receive feedback of any kind. Ever. Continue stacking bricks in this manner, followed by generous naps, for as long as your legs hold out.

I will be walking in circles in the yard. If asked, the servants will report me missing.