Oh, I’ve been drinking, so don’t take this too seriously, but why can’t we fashion global economies in which people can stay out until 2:05am and be fine the next day? As it happens, that is my challenge. I have met this challenge more times than I care to count, but I am unusual.
Why don’t we, as a globe, party every night, go to bed happy, and carefree, and wake up with a job that is not too demanding?
I am not someone opposed to discipline, but rather someone who asks, very simply, where the twenty fold increase in our shared productivity went.
Fuck bankers. Is that too simplistic?
Oh, I do feel it is democracy or banks. The two cannot coexist, not if the “people” grasp what fractional reserve banking is really all about.
Edit, next day, clear: have you not read that hunter/gatherer societies only work perhaps 10-15 hours a week, and spend the rest of their time telling stories with one another?
We assume that life is meant to be a grim business, one filled with competition, hard work, and very little spontaneous fun. I interact with very successful people on a regular basis, and the cost of success quite often seems to be becoming hard on the inside, and deceptive and disingenuous. The more success you find, the less able you are to be happy, innocently. There must always be some victory over some other.
I have been arguing for several years now a very simple logical progression: if inflation is theft, and if inflation has been 20-fold since the founding of the Fed, then that means there should be 20x the wealth there actually is in the public sphere. Most people should own their own homes, outright (no mortgage). Most people should be able to pay cash for cars. But they don’t and they can’t.
I am certainly not lazy, although I am equally certainly undisciplined. I work hard, but irregularly. An average day, if I count blogging–which is work–and all the reading I do, I put in 12-14 hours. I don’t watch TV.
This I point out because my goal is not to be some child taken care of. I pay my own bills, and have worked continuously since I was 16. But more generally, can we not imagine a better world?
Such a dream feeds the utopian idiocies of people like the Greeks, who use debt to be paid in the future to fund “life” now. They want drama, excitement, fun.
There is nothing wrong with this, if we both remember that life is work, and that bills have to be paid.