People, who 'had' a lot of money, wouldn't be caught dead, scrambling. But what if, you couldn't even scramble. What if the rich, along with all the other sorry sots, were no better off than third world country's? What if it was worse, and they were reduced to 'dumpster diving', to get a meal? It would be a hell of a 'change over', to some other system, or to 'reboot' a new and improved version of the old system.
But I think people would be foolish, to re-apply to the old slavery, of greed and the almighty dollar. People, however, are that foolish...and that desperate. If the governments of the world, collectively...cared a fig, for their constituents...they would create a 'better deal', a Star Trek economy', where 'replicators' stood at every venue, and supplied the need of every demand...for free!
After all, we now have 3-D Printers, in reality. How far is that from 'replicators'? Not far, to my view. Then humanity, might pursue a destiny, among the stars...as is the mission goal of The USS Enterprise. Of course, no one ever said...where the 'starbucks' came from, to build the whole Federation, and all of the ships and replicators.
I think, there's some rich guy, somewhere...who spews money out his orifices, from a hidden hoard of cash, like a 'McDonald's ATM gone mad, and it completely funds, a new space program, a new economic relief program, and a new 'prison ensemble' for the, previously rich and greedy. In short, it pays out, instead of sucking humanity dry. Now, there's a conception.
Then, we become philosophers, and 'imaginators', and creators of possibilities...beyond our present dreams...and we 'grow up', and drop war...and go, out there, third star to the right...or that pulsar, over yonder. We become 'as gods'...not, just the few...who think, they already are, but 'the many'...all for one, and one for all.
Hard things, proving to be of benefit...for everyone, is a necessity, whose time has matured. Not benefit for the few, who have this 'tidy plan' to rid the world of excess populace, but benefit by plan, to rescue the world, and all of its creatures.
Dad worked hard. He saved a few bucks. He always valued 'land'. He would not have been HOA approved, but he loved the Earth in her natural state, without lipstick of 'iron', and cosmetic cream of 'asphalt'. He would not have taken the hammers, out of the hands of builders, to be replaced by 'nail guns', and robots.
He said, "fences make good neighbors, and privacy is a 'territorial right', or, by God...I'll tear your face off!" I may have added a word or two there. He was right, about everything...and I'm proud to be his son. If he were here, he would take this world in hand...but, he's coming! Make no mistake.
'Freedom's just another word, for nothing left to lose." Instead of taking EVERYTHING away from a man, GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO BUILD! Make him FEEL like a man, instead of some 'skanky pussy', admiring his biceps in a mirror. Is that so hard, for you to do? There's work to do, let's get it done.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Lyric: from "Me and Bobby McGee, by Janis Joplin
Art: google pic
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