What a wonderful day to be alive.
We could be living in a bankster dystopia, after all.
This worker's paradise we have is wearing a little thin, for me.
With the right people to watch, we could simply continue to produce the goods we all want, while cutting out the middleman of wages and profits.
On any given tuesday, the workers of the world could put an end to all this nonsense foisted upon us by folks that produce nothing.
As long as the workers continue producing the goods, the delivery people continue to deliver the goods, then all continues on, potentially without hiccups.
(unlikely)
The world requires that somebody produce all the crap, IF we want crap.
It's a no brainer.
The world has to have producers, the world doesn't have to have those that live from that production while producing nothing.
You may remember this theme from Ayn Rand, 1, 2.
Or, you may have been lucky enough to have read it from E.F. Russell.
Or maybe from an og (A)narchist?
In this book the math of how to live absent exploitation by bosses and owners is laid bare for all to see.
Any wonder that nobody at the rockafella skool led you to this fountain of truth?
As anarchists, we know that using force to obtain our goals is out of bounds.
That is how the state maintains its dominance, in aggregate.
One of the first lessons most of us learn in life is that if we get out of line one, or both, of our parents will do things that causes us to react with large amounts of fear and anxiety.
Seeking to please, as we have no other choice to avoid pain/fear in this rule by force paradigm we find ourselves in, most of us quickly learn to stay in line.
Many of you will never question most of the boundaries that somebody else drew for you in your mind to guardrail your existence.
Overall, the state mostly trains you to never question the limits of the cell they have you in.
Why do you carry a spy device in your pocket?
It listens to everything around it, it sends map pins every ~3 minutes.
It then trades this data for cash.
None for you, of course.
You are a slave.
IF you weren't a slave, folks wouldn't get away with stealing valuable things from you.
They would live in constant fear of exposure rather than fly in private jets.
But, we aren't there, yet.
Probably won't ever get there, if past is prologue.
This war for our minds will be won or lost in the 1500cc's atop the spines of the world.
When you change your mind, folks around you will begin to examine their own premises.
Are you are tired of paying your masters to bomb children in far away places?
Perhaps it is time you pushed back on that.
A simple way that anybody can do that is to hoard your coins.
The fed buys coins at face value from the mint.
A dollar of change in your pocket is a dollar of value out of the banksters' pockets.
Stop playing in their shell game that allows them to play in the amusement parks from hell and shop in the human grocery stores.
Death to Discord!
Long live Sting!
Billy Jack, the movie.
The Trial of Billy Jack.
Billy Jack goes to Washington.
