The power & wealth of the 1% depend on their ability to
keep the 99% weak, poor, ignorant, unformed and in conflict with one another.
The institutions they bless with their favor – wealth and support – political,
economic, educational, media, and religious are tools they use to accomplish
their goals of keeping the 99% weak, poor, ignorant, unformed and in conflict
with one another. What do you think?
I think ol' blogging buddy you're calling our government just exactly what it is (and has been for a number of years) -- a plutocracy!
ReplyDeleteGo back in other such periods where all the wealth was concentrated in the hands of the top "aristocratic" class and you'll find that keeping "the 99% weak, poor, ignorant, uninformed and in conflict with one another" is exactly how the game is played.
David Yamada, a respected law professor and probably the premier spokesman on workplace bullying in the U.S., has been calling our government -- owned, as it is, by elite corporate special interests -- a plutocracy for some time now. It is not a democracy!
In his blog, Minding the Workplace, he quoted a prominent study, for instance, Oct. 2 in a piece entitled "Life in an unequal, plutocratic society" that " between 1993 and 2012, the real incomes of the 1% grew 86.1%, while those of the 99% grew 6.6%" (http://newworkplace.wordpress.com/2013/10/02/life-in-an-unequal-plutocratic-society/)
It's hard to take, yes, but so what? What can we "the 99 percenters" do about it?
Aw, we fight for crumbs to live on. To keep the economy going. And wait for another war to come along, maybe, when we'll really be needed. For a little while more anyway. The days of robot warriors are on the horizon, to eventually replace us even in that.
I just finished building a backyard greenhouse with leftover construction scraps. Took several weeks. Bruised all my fingers and even rammed a steel rod a quarter of an inch of so into my skull once. Saw stars briefly but other than that I'm OK. Dare the elite to come up with a robot who can do that!
Remember as a kid my ol' grandmother seems like would keep a large, wooden quilting frame up in her little apartment in Cleburne that'd take up just about all of a bedroom-living room space combined. Her and neighbor ladies were often quilting when dad would take me over there.
"You gonna ever finish this?!" I asked her one day, paraphrasing now of course.
"Good Lord no!" she said. And I can still see those eyes sparkling with laughter.
"What would the world do with me then!?!"
All these years later, I still haven't cogitated an answer to it.
Other than laugh about it.
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