Nov 06, 2008 08:29
So, there he was. He was standing there, on a stage with flags larger than my apartment... many of them. A severe peninsula on a platform with a dais from which he could collect his accolades and dutiful minions. All he needed was a silent line of helmeted goons holding assault rifles etched with biblical passages.
In short, it smacked of autocracy. It scared the shit out of me.
Meet the new boss... And here we go.
To the Hopeful: fuck your hope. Do it with your dime.
To the "Historical Celebrants": history is what we are called when we are dead. Keep it.
I don't care very much about these wars. We have these people that get paid for the explicit purpose of killing others... it does seem an awful shame to waste them.
I don't want your change. I do very well, thankyouverymuch. I live below my means and have plenty of savings tied to various foreign markets and contracts. I understand the key principles of market wealth (Volume and Volatility, bitches!). When you see such movement on the market, strangle your position like a cheap whore (lil financial joke for you out there). I *liked* it when the poor, the tired, the sick were beaten down and defeated... it made for less competition. I don't want your change, your hope, your egalitarian nightmares. Keep them. I am above the mean, I don't want to redistribute. Keep your tyranny of the weak.