The Public money whore

Public Money is a whore. She will go through any hand she chooses. Public money will covet the rich and fondle private agendas. She is devoted to no one. She has no right but every right. Greed will be her undoing, but also her claim. A claim to own who uses her. She works in dark places to gain her fame. She is written in stone on the faces of monuments of people she does not love. Money has no opinion. It loves to be used and abused.

            The other day a friend challenged me that sports stars and their owners are greedy. Is that really true? I mean is it ok that a worker gets 1% of the total revenue from their effort? It comes down to philosophy of money. The poor don’t create business. Rich people do. So, the rich pay workers just a mere fraction of what their worth. We seem ok with that. Doctors heal and make a great wage. A teacher trains a child and makes very little compared to a doctor. Why the disparity? Yet, an owner of a sports league is offered a billion dollars to run their league. The players are supposed to work for minimum wage because it’s not right for them to make more than we think there worth.

            The question is perception. If I offer you a billion dollars to run a sports business, should you say no? Technically, you should not covet the money. Technically, you should keep as much as you can if the business does well. Why give more than 1% to the sports worker? What about the popcorn seller? What about the usher? Maybe there should be a law against giving a billion dollars to anyone. Over and over we go arguing the validity of the sports owner and star. The public whore in the corner is waiting for her turn to speak.

            She stands up with her hand held firmly by her public curator. He won’t let go. She winces in pain at the tight grip, yet she must speak on his behalf. She gazes across the room at all the kids wanting to play sports. She gives a wink to all the special interest groups who want a piece of her. Yet, she knows her place. She knows the heart of the curator. What he misunderstood is his grip. Public money is a whore for a reason. She knows how to smooth talk and use sleight of hand to get what she wants. Everyone in the room wants a piece of her and she knows it with a sly grin. Lust fuels the whore.

            What does God have to say about money. There is a great section in the Bible where Jesus is standing in the court of the synagogue. It’s a Jewish church. He is observing everything. There are people selling stuff for gain. There is cheating of wealth. An old woman is giving while a fancy dresses religious ruler is taking. This is God’s house yet, there is little of God in it. I believe this section of the Bible is there to remind us that money owns us if we let it. A church, the poor, and the entitled all need the bitch. Yet, in the wrong hands she does not care who owns her. Jesus saw that. He commented on that. Public money just does what she does in the hearts of all involved. Jesus saw that too.

            All of a sudden, the curator is standing alone. Somehow and some way the whore slipped his grip. She is courting the private agendas in the corner. She is flirting with the parents of the sports programs in the hall. She touches the libraries, bridges, and hospitals just how they like it. They are putty in her soft hands. Her smooth lips and soft talk has them all captivated and wanting. Everyone loves to have the public money whore on their side. How does she do it? We own her, yet she owns us. We know it, the curator knows it, and the kids are being trained to know it.

            What does she really want? I suspect it’s to be used and abused. That’s what a good whore does. She is hot for glamour. She is hot for love. The pedestal awaits for her feet to ascend. We will praise her, adore her, and worship her. Throughout the night, the curator is trying to grab her hand. To maintain his grip. It’s tough because the hospital and parks have her attention. The kids surround her and it looks right. Well offer her more to get her attention. Well court her anyway because we have a chance of standing with her in the end. Who is the whore? Who is the pimp? Who really is the winner?

            I could have used kinder words. I could have been holy and clean with my thoughts. That is what a good pastor does. He stands in the halls of justice. He wears the right clothes. He says the right things. He parades the right agendas in front of him. The holy man champions the sick and praises the poor. He desires to use public money the right way. Yet, at night, in bed he reaches across the covers to the whore waiting for him. She is his for a time. He is the curator, the pastor, and man of the people. She knew that and that is why she is there. He is the perfect cover for her lust. A whore only goes to where the whore is wanted. In the bed of the righteous public man.