Can you even imagine what it’s like to have the mindset of the rich? It’s like imagining the mindset of a bully, but even more exotically evil. You’ve got all those resources, and all you can do is sit with them in your castle, petulantly chanting to yourself day in day out that you deserve it all.
Looking at the greedy shits around you and imagining that’s representative of humanity – that we, down here in the streets wondering how we’re gonna pay for housing are somehow thirsting after your shitty hot rod. Motherfucker, I can’t live in your hot rod. I don’t want a house so big I need to pay other people to clean it for me, because there are not enough hours in the day to do it myself. I don’t need that bullshit and I don’t want it.
I don’t want a billion dollars, but if I magically had it? If you, my readers, magically had it? Can you imagine giving a fuck to keep it? To squat over it like a dragon while people are feeling real pain and deprivation around you in the world? Can you imagine being that petty and twisted?
Economic inequity does harm my morals. It doesn’t make me lust for wealth. It makes me indifferent to the lives of the wealthy. I should care about all people, but if you’re wealthy enough? I wouldn’t shed a tear about your tiny milk-fed infants being bayonetted by bolsheviks.
I can’t see you as human because y’all never show any of the positive traits associated with my species. You’ve turned yourselves into something else, and it’s not something that’s worth a drop of my concern. Seriously. Rich people can fuckin’ die, man.
But we shouldn’t kill them, of course. I keed, I keed. This is why I often think of people who are supreme pacifists, who would not see the worst person in the world put to death, and I have affection for them. That’s what we should all be like, if we were able. We should be kind. I admire it.
And I blame bullies, and I blame con men and thieves and crooked politicians, and above these I blame the rich, for taking that kindness from me. Maybe I could have tried harder to hold onto it. I don’t know. But seriously?
The rich, and all of their possessions, and all that they know, these are worth less than shit to me. If I live to see the consequences of their actions flush their existence down the drain, I’ll smile. It won’t feel good – I don’t like to feel hatred – but it will feel right.
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