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             David Spates Credit cards threaten
 Can you imagine a world in which everyone
            paid cash for everything? No credit cards, no debit cards, no
            checks, no travelers checks, no money orders, no promissory notes,
            no food stamps, no vouchers, no purchase orders. Everything strictly
            cash. Hard to imagine, isn't it? I use credit cards and checks frequently, but sometimes I feel the need to put my cash on the barrelhead. There's something deeply satisfying to me
            about using cash. I will often make an extra stop during the
            day to get cash so that I may spend it proudly on whatever goods
            and services I require. Plunk my money down, wait for the change
            and then toddle right out the door. No one questions cash. There's no receipt
            to sign. There's no need to show your driver's license. There's
            no signature to verify. No credit check to make via the computer
            system that always seems to go down when there's a line of 18
            people behind you. One of the best features of cash is its anonymity.
            I like the fact that when I purchase a brand new plunger, there's
            absolutely no record whatsoever of the transaction. It's my little
            way of sticking my tongue out at all those institutions in this
            country that desperately want to know upon what I'm spending
            my hard-earned greenbacks. When I buy a plunger with cash, the
            government, the credit card company, the bank are all completely
            clueless of the fact that I desperately need a plunger and have
            purchased said plunger at Rick's Hardware & Plumbing. The
            only people aware of my plunger purchase are Rick and me. It's
            comforting to know that details of my plunger transaction aren't
            stored on a hard drive somewhere. Is it terribly important that I keep my plunger
            purchase a secret from the government, et al.? No, of course
            not, but sometimes it's good to reaffirm your presence as an
            individual - an individual who can chose to be free from credit
            checks, market analysis and constituency tracking. Like I said, I use credit cards and checks
            frequently, but I don't enjoy the purchasing process nearly as
            much as when I use cash. When I use a credit card or a check,
            I'm essentially saying that I don't have any real money with
            me now, but if you, the merchant, will just accept this multi-digit
            number or piece of paper with the bank's name on it, you'll have
            your money in short order. I promise. I don't have delusions of ever being a multi-zillionaire,
            but one of my life-long fantasies has been to someday be rich
            enough that I could make all of my purchases with cash. Can you
            imagine how enjoyable buying a car would be if you could simply
            pick the one you want, negotiate a fair price and then open your
            wallet and pay for it with cash? No monthly payments to make,
            no credit check to endure, no shopping around for the best APR.
            Just hand over a big stack of bills and drive home in your new
            car.  Or imagine buying a house with cash. The biggest
            headache, by far, associated with buying a house is going through
            the mortgage process. By the way, it's the mortgage process when
            you fully realize how many people in the world are truly interested
            in what you buy, how you paid for it and whether you paid for
            it on time. If you bounced a check to Rick for that brand new
            plunger, it will show up when it's house-buying time. That plunger
            could cost you big. With all of that being said, I cannot ignore
            the wonderful irony that I invariably use a magnetized card and
            a PIN in order to acquire the green rectangles that I enjoy so
            much. You can bet the frontiersmen of yesteryear never had to
            stop by the ATM to withdraw some of their gold before galloping
            over to Rick's to buy a plunger.  |