Can you already smell the wave of postmodernism?
A global sewage has opened and spilled ideologies, that have been decomposing for a few decades.
The story begins in the year 1818, Germany.
There was a young man who could not find a job for his entire life. The man found it unacceptable, that he couldn't manage his wealth. He was really bad with money and as most of people of little skills, he had to find the responsible.
Whenever he borrowed from his friends, they wanted their money back.
"How dare they?" - he thought in outrage.
He grew more resentful of people wanting to keep the fruits of their life's work and not give it to him.
"They want to horde it all for themselves?! What about sharing? Do I have to ask them every single time I want their money? Do these bastards have no compassion, like I do?" - the thought didn't let him sleep for many nights.
He went on a mission to find out how could their hearts be so poisoned and who or what could be responsible for this injustice. He analyzed this phenomena; each time when he borrowed money, didn't return the money, his friends wanted the money back!
He did more research. He asked around and it seemed that everyone was touched by this disease. No matter how many people he asked, they confirmed, that when they borrowed money from someone, they had to give it back later.
It took young Karl Marx only few years to find the responsible. It was an inanimate object he declared war on.
IT WAS THE MONEY!
"These notes and coins must be little devils whispering to my friend's ears."- shouted Karl to Jenny von Westphalen, his very special girlfriend, soon to be his wife.
He never seen the reality the same after that and worked day and night to find the solutution.
"If there is no property, no one will have anything to lend, no one will be borrowing either"- he thought.
"But what if someone could be the owner of their life's time? Then they could lend their labor to someone and the other person would have to give something in return!" - screamed the thinker, foam dripping from his mouth.
Suddenly a thought arises under his hair. He could swear he heard heavenly choirs and felt the light and clarity of his mind.
"We, the people, will be the exclusive owners of our labor, BUT in order to avoid the risks of this dangerous idea, complete strangers will decide how to divide the fruits of everyone's hard work among themselves. They will give the worker what they think he deserves". Karl wasn't sure if it wasn't a dream. He was overwhelmed with ecstasy.
"Is this what nirvana feels like?" he wondered.
He grabbed his beautiful golden pen and started writing like he was under fire.
Little did he know, his brain had a glitch and almost got a stroke. The heavenly choirs he hallucinated, were the 7 trumpets of apocalypse, announcing the only single idea that has the potential to annihilate the entire human race and all life on planet Earth.
The End.
Today, almost 200 years later, due to chlorine in food, lithium in the air, fluor in the water, antibiotics and hormones digested with corpse of tortured animals daily, many people suffer from the same underdeveloped brain activity.
A new wave; postmodernist neo-Marxists yet again becomes the threat to peaceful coexistence and life on our beautiful planet. The most hip ones call themselves anarchist and troll every peaceful person on Facebook.
If you are one of them and you labelled yourself "we the oppressed", now you can enjoy your self-appointed perpetual victim status. You can go into Libertarian, Anarchist or Voluntaryists groups discussing how new solutions make the old obsolete and tell them how you blame the successful from stopping you from being successful. You become "self-entitled" to whatever you will try to prove with your ad hominem straw-man lack of logic. Even being oppressed by skills of other people.
"We the oppressed" are exempted from logic, morality and whatever they imagine. Everyone else is an idiot.
Dear "oppressed". Please don't annihilate life on Earth. Can you not satisfy your thirst for blood with 300 million dead already?
