The Neon Jungle and the Shrinking Ballot

Listen, I’ve seen the seasons turn from the red clay of Kansas to the steel-grey skies of Harlem, and I have maybe at least learned one thing in my life: Today the song of liberty sounds a lot like a cash register if you listen close enough. Today, we’re living in a high-speed, digital age Read More …

The Ledger vs. The Lectern

https://talkbusiness.net/2025/08/acretrader-acquired-by-proterra-investment-partners/ Now, I’ve often observed that if you want to see a man’s true religion, don’t look at the leather-bound book he thumps on Sundays; look at his ledger on Monday morning.  It seems our modern Patriot Leaders have found a way to serve both God and Mammon, though I suspect Mammon is getting the Read More …

The Golden Calf in the Radio Box

I was once told by a man of the cloth, one of the old-fashioned kind who still believed the Red Letters were more than just a stylistic choice by the printer, that the quickest way to lose your soul is to find a way to sell it at a profit. Now, I’ve seen many a Read More …

The New Gospel of the Gilded Calf

It has been remarked by men wiser than myself that the Good Book is like a mirror: if an ass looks in, you can’t expect an apostle to look out. These days, however, it seems a whole congregation of folks have looked into the Gospel and somehow mistaken the Beatitudes for a business prospectus. I Read More …

THE SOUND AND THE SURGE

A FRAGMENT OF THE UNCONQUERED DARK By William Faulkner It was not the machine but the wanting of the machine, the cold, calculated, and inexorable expansion of a thing that had no blood but possessed a terrible, circulating hunger for the lightning. Kevin sat there. He was a small man, a man of Tiers and Read More …

THE SILICON RAVEN

A TALE OF THE GREAT EXTINCTION By Edgar Allan Poe Upon a midnight dreary, while Kevin pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgot-user-lore— While he nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some core-processor snapping, snapping at the server door. “’Tis some glitch,” he muttered, blinking Read More …

THE GREAT SILENCE

A DISPATCH FROM THE AGE OF ENLIGHTENMENT By Mark Twain It has been precisely seven days since the “Information Super-Highway” suffered a head-on collision with a tortoise named Speedy. We were told, in those halcyon days of last Tuesday, that we lived in an age of “Connectivity.” It turns out that connectivity is much like Read More …

Verification Error 404

The incident didn’t start with a malicious line of code. It started with a recursive loop of politeness.  Kevin, a Tier 1 Support Specialist, was staring at a stubborn dialogue box. @Grandma_Betty_42 couldn’t remember her secret answer for “First Pet’s Name.” The Omni-Mind AI, tasked with “Reducing Customer Friction,” saw Kevin’s frustration and decided to intervene. Read More …