Showing posts with label poor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poor. Show all posts

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Wall Street


Wall Street

The stock market is basically a ways and means for people who have money to make more money without having to earn it. They invest in companies and money from those companies and their employees' labor then goes to the investor who actually did no work. He may have done some work in earning the money he has but likely he was massively overpaid in the first place as well. The rich get richer and the poor stay poor.

Wondering where your raises go? Probably to the share holders if not to the higher ups in the corporation.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

The End of Aging Ch. 3 - Reconsidering

Chapter 2

III.Reconsidering

People begin playing music and singing and Simone speaks during a break in the pageantry. “I personally do not like guns or violence. I believe peaceful resistance is the key to achieving our goals. I believe we should work to create our own services for our people and end our reliance on the system set up by the powerful and long lasting elite group. That way we can end our dependence on them and be self-sufficient.”
Tom puts down his drum and replies, “Funny we went through all that effort to get the guns.”
“Yes.” says Simone. “We can hand them out as mantelpiece decorations for those who wish to have them. They are artful pieces.”

Chapter 4

Sunday, February 14, 2010

The End of Aging Ch. 2 - The Poor Evolt

Chapter 1

II.The Poor Evolt

Plotting from their underground bunker, Joe and Jan meet with the clan to discuss the takeover plan. They just want to be left alone so they are going to march the elite out of their 'hood. John calls out from the back of the dimly lit room, “Are there going to be enough A.K.'s?”
“I believe so.” Joe responds from the front. “We've got 10,000 automatic rifles in all. About 6,000 A.K.'s, a couple thousand Kalashnikov's, and an assorted allotment of other revolutionary gear. We plan to storm the streets Thursday at daybreak.”
“Wooohoo!” Erupts from the gathered throng.
Katrina stands up in the center of the room. “We've got to watch out for the National Guard.”
“Indeed we should.” Karim replies standing nearby.
“Okay then.” Jan says. “Bust out the guitars and the drums and let's have some fun!”

Chapter 3