We don’t have a democracy, or a democratic republic. We have a Machine. A Machine oiled by money and lubricated with the blood of oppressed workers.
If you are lucky enough to be born into wealth, you get to run The Machine. Everyone else, well, you are The Machine. You are a part. If you break or get worn out, you are replaced. The Machine keeps going. Day and night, ’round the clock, The Machine keeps going. You work, so that The Machine keeps running. You spend your life serving The Rich, while The Rich tell you to blame the Poor for your predicament. You work, they don’t. (Rich or Poor) But the Poor are the bottom feeders. They take, because they have nothing to give. They are the leaches. Despise them. Hate them. Make them go away. Away with their begging. Away with their grocery carts filled to the brim with their sole possessions. Away with them.
You work. You support the job creators. The Rich. If it weren’t for The Rich, you wouldn’t have a job. Then you, too, would be Poor. Despised. Cast out. So you do what The Rich tell you to do. You believe what The Rich tell you to believe. You love what The Rich tell you to love and hate what The Rich tell you to hate. Liberals, Progressives, Atheists, Socialists, Muslims, Blacks, Homosexuals, any one different, any one who tells you life could be better. Because The Rich tell you life can be better. You are the “Soon to be Rich”. So was your father. So was your grandfather, and his grandfather, and his grandfather. Soon to be Rich. Just work hard enough. You’ll be Rich, too. Someday.
The Machine is lubricated and running. You will live and die serving The Machine. So will your children, and their children, and their children’s children. Work until you are worn out. Work until you break. Work until The Rich decide they don’t need you any more. As long as The Machine keeps going. It doesn’t matter who works The Machine, whether here, or some distant land. All that matters is that The Machine keeps running. Keeps serving them.
The Dream is gone. Your life will not be as good as your parents. Your children will face greater deprivations than you. Only The Rich are, and will continue to be, better off. They run The Machine, and The Machine serves them. Serves them well. They are better off than their fathers, and their children will be better off than they.
Until the day someone breaks The Machine.
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