Friday, November 23, 2007

Everybody has a price

Money. Its all about money, have it, want more, money makes money. You're nothing without money. Duddy Kravitz can have his land; we want money. Instead of focusing on excelling at something one enjoys, you're hassled, harassed, and constantly told to make money - lots of it - for the sake of personal and familial reputation. Actually personal reputation matters little; familial reputation trumps all else. How do you measure up to Mr. X's son or Ms. Y's daughter or X cousin or Y's niece. Man is the measure of all things. No, that is incomplete. Man is measured by money, wealth, cash and what and who he can buy with it. Money is the only measure. Forget art. Forget love. Forget passion and forget fulfillment. Forget social conscience, ethics, environment - hell, fuck the future, money can ensure your own and isn't that the only concern?

Don't sit down and read. Reading can't make you money. Making money makes you money. Don't think. Thinking doesn't make you money. Making money makes you money. Don't speak. Speaking don't make you money. Making money makes you money. All things that makes you money are good. All things that don't, bad. Simple enough eh? This new ethos, these now eternal rules are simple: fuck everyone else, what's in it for me and my people, my crew, my family, and my bitches? Gangsters, oligarchs, tyrants, and corporate superstars are cut from the same cloth - its of vile pale green shade. Money makes the world go round...round and round we go, where will it stop, nobody knows. It will assuredly stop with a whimper and a cry, "Oh my, money so much of it, with nothing to buy, nothing to eat, no one to exploit, and nothing to own."