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Ironically, Ironman is Just a Man

I love the word Irony.  Maybe its because Ironman has been my favorite song forever.  Or maybe it’s because I thoroughly enjoyed the movie Ironman.  Oh, wait.  That just takes us back to the song Ironman, which is the theme song of the movie.  No, I know why I love irony.  It’s because all around us life is full of irony if only we will pause to notice it.  Want some examples?

Take the three original learned professions, the priesthood, the law, and medicine.

Priests keep our most private confidences, and priests today are known as violating our most sacred honor.  Lawyers, who were originally called to be ambassadors of justice are today known as the greatest of liars and truth is no longer admissible in a courtroom.  Doctors, called to save lives and preserve health, practice in hospitals where the American Medical Association claims 300,000 people die every year, the result of doctor negligence.

How about something closer to home, like real estate?

The mortgage industry helped people achieve the American dream, the dream of home ownership.  Today because of astonishing levels of greed in the mortgage industry (and lack of adult supervision), the same people who were helped by the mortgage industry are now in foreclosure and losing their dream.

And then there are real estate agents.  First you have the word “real.”  If agents are real, they why do so many have a reputation for being phony?  And you have the word “agent.”  An agent represents a client, protecting that client exclusively in every way, including financially. Just like a lawyer who can only represent a plaintiff or a defendant, but not both, an agent represents his client and not the opponent.  The next step of irony is to create a system called “dual agency.”  Voila!  We can represent both.  I suggest lawyers create dual representation, too. That way lawyers could practice lying to themselves as they promoted the plaintiff’s version of the facts on one side of the courtroom, and then the defendant’s version on the other side of the courtroom.

I love irony.  How about a political and judicial system that ignores the human rights of women for thousands of years, and then in the span of a few decades creates state agencies (aka DSHS) that are given free reign to administratively reverse all of that in favor of women.  How history must be laughing!

And finally let’s go back to real estate again.  In the beginning (not that beginning) of this great nation’s history, white men destroyed nations of Indians and took their land.  Today, Indian tribes are sovereign and immune from our laws in most every respect.  That’s ironic, but it gets better.  Guess who created the case precedent for such extraordinary law?  You’ve got it–white judges.  Sorry, but it gets even better yet.  That case law was created to resolve a dispute between the oil companies and several Indian tribes in Alaska.  The result was an easement from Prudhoe Bay to Valdez across land owned by our Federal government.

Meanwhile, the Indians sell fireworks from China to white men, our toys are made in Taiwan, and American men are finding their wives through online Russian dating services. And who is buying the most U.S. real estate right now?  Arabs, Russians, and Chinese, our biggest enemies in decades past.

If irony rules throughout history, can we tell the future by reversing everything we think will happen?  Let me take a stab at the future of irony.

Five years from now, the newspaper headlines might read:

Tepees Are Back and Selling Like Hotcakes
All Lawyers in the State of Alabama Rounded Up and Summarily Killed July 4th
Louisiana Passes First State Law Requiring All State Judges Be Women
Class Action Suit Settled, Homeowners In Foreclosure Now Own Homes Free and Clear (and Countrywide)
Alabama Reports No Crime in State Since July 4th, Three years Ago
Washington Stunned by Election Results:  America Elects First Canine President–A Bloodhound

Don’t laugh.  It could happen. Everything else has.  You can follow Chuck’s ironic life at Sequim Real Estate.