Property tax death march

I’m not going to waste time speculating about motives, except that it’s hard to imagine that nobody was aware of engaging in sophistry when they sold towns on the need for big-box stores. Nathaniel Hood looks at a microcosm of the larger pattern in WalMart vs. Local Pub.

The WalMart in question pays the equivalent of $23,284 per acre in property taxes. Since it’s at the edge of town, it required a lot of new roads and other infrastructure from the city.

Pub 500 pays the equivalent of $82,125 per acre. It sits on a streetcorner that’s been there since at least 1870. A few new pipes were required from the city when it built (I don’t know what happened to the building that was there before).

Many other numbers cut in favor of small business when you look at them. Maybe the only ones that don’t are “does it have in-house sophists to sell itself to local officials desperate enough for renewal of their cities that they’ll drink the Growth KoolAid?”

Unless you’re affiliated with the WCTU and think Pub 500 should pay disproportionately because it’s evil, what justification can you give for what amounts to a whopping subsidy to WalMart? 

A pretty strong case can be made that we cannot afford to maintain a lot of the infrastructure we’ve been enticed to build by the growth sophists and the lure of “free” federal money to help. A rude wake-up call is coming.

A number of my sidebar “sustainability” links deal with these issues, as does the Congress for the New Urbanism, from a more professional and less activist angle.

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Some succinct standing advice on recurring themes.

Lord’s Day, September 16, 2012

  1. When the solution’s a problem.
  2. Exploiting the valuable, defending the beloved.
  3. Need prophets know about the electromagnetic spectrum?
  4. Hillbillies, yokels and perceptions.
  5. The lab versus the Cross.
  6. Incommensurable art.
  7. Boomers and Stickers.
  8. Perfectly assimilated, perfectly forgotten.

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Verses for GMOs

I won’t name names, not ever with letters provocatively reversed, but these verses of a haunting Bruce Cockburn song (full lyrics here) caught my attention as I listened to music while pushing my delightfully quiet Fiskars Momentum mower tonight:

Years ago when my brother was in India
A small town baker got a bright idea
He cut his flour with pesticide
and sent a bunch of neighbours on their longest journey
He was just being cheap -trying to make a profit
Didn’t even have shareholders to answer to

But it’s worth remembering, as we sell off the forest
gene-splice the world’s food into an instrument of control
maim and destroy as acts of theatre,
what came next –
That when the survivors looked around
and understood what had been done
they butchered
that baker

Snow swirls in the parking lot light like flour
like pesticide There’s a trade war brewing – or at least that’s the face they paint on it

But it’s only more transnational manipulation
It’s all bad magic and gangrene politics
Hormone disruptors and carcinogenetics
Greed twists eternal in the human breast
But the market has no brain
It doesn’t love it’s not God
All it knows is the price of lunch

“[G]ene-splice the world’s food into an instrument of control.” Sound like any companies you’ve heard of?

Tasty Tidbits 7/21/11

[Errata: This post originally went out with “7/20/11” in the title.]

  1. Bleak Midwinter meets sweltering Summer.
  2. RIP Borders and condolences to those who especially grieve its demise.
  3. Point, counterpoint, east coast, west coast, etc.
  4. Outhumaning the humans.
  5. Brilliant, or just my kind of idiot?
  6. Some are “makin’ ’em like they used to,” Oink! Oink!
  7. But you don’t want to go there.

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