Idea for a title: Writing and the Art of Persecution. Thesis: political persecution has become an art (Walter Benjamin "The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction".
The gift of the poet and the dramatist, the gift of creating feigning fictions for a positive social purpose has become the gift of creating a false world in which people must live, vote, shop, work, even if they see through it. We are in a surround sound theater but are not allowed to even say, "That isn't real blood," because the blood is real.
What propaganda creates, art can rejigger. On the web, the liberal arts, or the arts of freedom, do not require a subsidy, or profit margin, or an editor in fear of his job, or a corporate boss. Here, outside of WB, even Candidia has only influence, not control. The view of art taken for granted here, that it is in fact rhetoric, "the higher form of adverting, marketing, and propaganda" was the dominant theory for two thousand years. As a satirist, I must say it appeals to me. Spanking for it's own sake? No, that would be gratuitous. We spank our clients pro bono publico - that they and our society might be healed. Your typical client centered professional is a Courtier, not a Fool. With such an advisor a client who is enslaved to wealth, enters as a slave and leaves a slave. Each client, in my opinion, deserves one moment, in the wealth planning process, when he or she might be saved. I would do no less for a student in a philosophy class. Our job is not to serve, but to challenge, to contest with the client the client's delusions, as we would attempt to master, on the client's behalf, a dangerous animal running amok in the client's home. The client is the victim of his or her own debased values, inculcated from birth by a corrupt and vulgar society, for venal ends. We are the client's only chance, perhaps, for a cure for wealth-sickness. And by curing the rich, and raising funds in the light of their awakened ideals, perhaps we can turn our society around so that art, not lies are heavily subsidized. Art and love may yet prevail over those who hold us in thrall to the illusions of wealth.