Bankers rule the globe

I’m so upset right now with monetary policy, that I thought I would take a brief moment of sarcastic delight. I need one to get my mind away from information that has come to me about the world’s banking system.

The world banking system is a topic that I’m sure I’ll get all heated about in another post or two. But for now I’d just like to imagine a world, of equality in its purest form. The antithesis of a world banking system, and how rediculious it would be. You see, I’m so frustrated about the rich getting richer and the poor getting extinct that I need some emotional leverage against my fondness to help my fellow man.

I demand a fair world out of a longing for a candid existence. Does that make me a hypocrite? So I probe my accusatory mind of the atrocities of a world banking system. The residual angst is: what would I fancy?

So I reckon take the wealth of the world and divide it equally among six billion seven hundred thirty five million four hundred eighty six thousand nine hundred and thirty eight of us, and what do you get?

You get a piece of toilet paper and a slice of bologna. They’re yours to do with as you please. Choose wisely. I’d go bologna then TP myself. But that’s just me. For some reason I can’t help but think I’m destined for a greater purpose.

I deserve more than you; is a phrase we can all get on board with. If polled 100% of people would say they deserved better than 75% of the people. So how do we get there?

What if everybody had a yacht? Wouldn’t that suck? It would. Why would you even use one if everybody had one?

“Hey do you want to go out on my yacht this weekend?”

“No, fuck yachts everyone has one.”

Would you go to your friend’s house with the Wii, if you had one? I doubt it. If everyone had a Wii would you play it? I doubt it.

If everybody didn’t have anything would nothing matter anymore? Would we all be so fucked in the head that we couldn’t talk about anything? If everybody was homeless would it matter anymore?

I think collectively we like it the way it is. And it really sucks to admit it. And if you haven't admitted it yet you really should. Because good like Adam and honest like Eve you're always going to ruin your fellow man. You would do it in an instant to eat for a day. We're not monkeys. We're scaly reptiles. Slithering through the life. Monkeys will pick insects off of each others backs. Reptiles eat others unhatched children.

Some people have shit.
Some people don’t.
Some people get shit.
Some people won’t.

We need the opposite of wealth, destitution to remind us of how rich we are and how far away poverty realistically is.

Granted I still think we’re all getting fucked, but because this is my sarcastic escape from Philanthropic pursuits….. I want a yacht. And I want my first yacht to be cool. And I want owning one to be cool. I want to be the captain and I want that to be cool. It’s only going to be cool, if other people don’t have one. So don’t get one. Because I’m insecure and confrontational, not only will I get a yacht. But I’ll make sure that when I do get one, I’ll have the lake to myself.

I don’t know how to end this though. I want a better life. That’s honest. And if the only real way to define one is through other people living a worse one so be it. I guess we all make that decision at some point. We sacrifice liberty to pay the debt on our soul. That Albatrostic obligation of being an individual. Free will and its price.

A free world, free from every outside copious force would exist with unlimited wants versus limited resources. Any world for that matter has limited resources. Never shall we all own a Wii.