For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled - HST
Something is wrong with the world. A world where nothing happens, nothing changes quickly, save for the very worst of changes, has something fundamentally wrong with it. This society, where nothing is rewarded save for excess, is flawed. The American dream lies dead. The only upturn of the current financial fallout is that the industrial capitalist fat cats may finally have to land on their feet and run a company using a sound business policy. While that's all well and good, its only too bad they will never have to worry about the paycheck to paycheck lifestyle. After all, they are the elite, we are not, and our petty squabbles mean nothing to them. The mere fact that such swine exist yet reiterates my statement of the world being fundamentally wrong. There is nothing right with the world. The environment is for sale, because of petty greed. Those who try to affect change are brushed aside by the broom labeled dirty liberal tree-hugging hippie. Those who rape, pillage, and plunder their way to the top are celebrated though. Let the champagne flow for these moguls of industry, the clean cut white Presbyterian men who run the show, let no one dare to rise to their lofty levels. Let them rule us impudently, for the true golden rule - he who has the gold, makes the rules - applies world-wide. Since they have the gold, they are in control. We mere mortals are not meant for such power. No. To want change, to need it, to feel it in every breath only makes you a liberal wacko, some loose cannon, someone who is fundamentally dirty and flawed and obviously without use or value, since your bank account is so dreadfully small. True, real change never happens as often as it should. Change for good takes years upon years of blood, sweat, and tears, and upon this system are gods of industry and finance made. Yet, with this society being what it is, the ability to ruin another, to make the gaping chasm beckon to a person, to make the kiss of a lead cartridge seem favorable to that of a mere lover, such destruction takes so little time and effort. Hence, I perceive society as wrong, flawed, and in need of upheaval. Whether or not the tides of greed are pushed back depends not on one, not on some, but upon us all. I fear too many of us have bought into the system to ever turn back the inevitable final reckoning. Too many with debts to pay, debts that no amount of coin can buy off. When the final leap is made, what shall be left to mark me? A slab of dead stone, likely with nothing upon it? Or merely a pile of paperwork, a final defunct testament to what never was, nor shall ever be?