>>24501929
I see images like this and thank God that we live in a Capitalist society. I do not really benefit from it personally but there is an immense pleasure in knowing that there is an entire clade of jealous thieves out there who desperately want to overthrow property rights out of naked envy.
Day by day, year by year these vermin are measured out and ground down. Each cry to eat the rich is met with the back of a hand, and day by day, year by year they continue. They place the whole of their lives, every waking moment on the balance for their cause, and in so doing they guarantee that they can never meet success of any measurable sort, and so will be crushed, slowly, for the entire span of their lives until with their last breath they feel death come for them, and realize--I hope--that they lived entirely in vain. A whole life spent trying to steal, and failing.
There's something sweet about this. Like watching someone remembering their child burning alive, and patting the air, trying to put him out in their memories. Like trying to extinguish a flame by throwing water on the light it casts. So futile, so pointless, they choose to dwell forever in the flame of their own inadequacy, their own inability to affect revolution, and with each moment the fire burns hotter, as surely no Communist or Leftoid can reach 40 without realizing that he is not going to win. The revolution was broken in before he was born, before his father was born, the knife broken off at the hilt in his back by men who made their compromise with power to live comfortably in exchange for selling ineffectual lies to the youth.
I sometimes wonder how much of my life was a waste, and I can say with reasonably surity that very little of it has been, for at least I do not spend my days impotently seething about the fortunes of others.
