Static wealth is an illusion based on power. Or maybe power is an illusion based on static wealth. Day by day, year by year, decade by decade, and across the centuries every commodity, every service, every entertainment has been produced by nothing less than the available resources and the work of the many. So where does wealth come from? The resources of this little world are finite and preexisting, how does one come to say this is mine? How is it that so very few claim ownership of the product of their own toil? By force, by force, by force, by force, by force, and sometimes by trickery. Given the continuous nature of the human diaspora it's senseless to assert ownership based on historical occupation. The shell game of society says, these are the rules of posession, and they are just and fair. Transgress the rules and the guns come out, ultimately it is wealth, not truth, that comes from the barrel of a gun. You'd be surprised at how many people can't tell the difference. The wealthy hold a gun to the head of the poor, at the end of a long long arm of stooges and text, of course they do: If they didn't the poor would devour them overnight. Not to say the poor would proceed to do any better of a job: this is the essential fallacy of Marx. Nevertheless, this is true: the wealthy hold a laoded gun to the head of the poor. When the pale gentleman in the expensive suit talks about preserving our way of life this is what he means. And bear in mind he's talking to Them, not you. Well, maybe You, you bloated fucking spider.
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