If it’s true that a rich man leads a sad life
Then what do all the poor do with their lives?
Posted: Saturday, September 7th, 2013 at
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Lord who mad the lion and the lamb,
You decreed I should be what I am.
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan?
If I were a wealthy man.
–Fiddler on the Roof
That’s easy: the poor man works like a slave for the rich man until he is so old, so weak or so sick that he can no longer work; then he dies and reduces the surplus population.
Mitch, I think you need to up your dosage. Your anti-depressant has lost its potency.
As I recall, the poor get together, get a bunch of torches, and march on the bank with murder in their hearts.
The rich banker buys an eclipse, which deflects the angry mob, who then march on the observatory.
In New York, the rich bankers did deflect the mob but simply bought the NYPD and turned them loose to beat, harass and pepper spray the Occupy Wall St. movement until it collapsed. The was actually a humanitarian gesture in comparison with previous actions by bankers and industrialists in the sense that they didn’t order the police to line the protesters up in a forest and shoot them down like dogs.
Any if that’s not enough to get you on my sour wavelength, read this: http://preview.tinyurl.com/Wall-Street-versus-the-Poor
In 1968 the Science Fiction Writers of America selected “Nightfall” by Isaac Asimov as the greatest SciFi short story written prior to the establishment of the Nebula Awards in 1965. IMO, it’s still the greatest SciFi short story ever written.
Unfortunately, the back story I cited above was missing from the Asimov account–how the folks had become dissatisfied with the bankers, and the bankers therefore caused the nightfall to deflect the anger of the mobs, not realizing the horrifying side effect they would engender.
Your story does not depend on a solar system with six suns, and I suppose it has the additional advantage of being true, but I like Asimov’s story better.
One point of Asimov’s story, however, is blindness to science, denial, how we never learn anything, etc. I know this story well because I use it at the telescope when looking at Gemini, so I’m confused as to the point…
I think the complete quote is more understandable:
“… then what do all the poor do with their lives on judgement day — with nothing to say?”
I’d suggest that the Clash know what the poor can productively do with their lives. Keep listening…
Among the most desired objects of trade between gringo tourists and young Nicaraguans on a trip made there were T-shirts of the The Clash’s “Sandinista!” album cover. If I was only more a capitalist, I could’ve made a fortune the next few times…
Ahem, I had other work to do.
Doesn’t really add anything. The poor man will tell God still how he worked for the rich man all his life but was paid only a pittance because every effort to build a better life for himself and his family was crushed by the rich man and his union busting goons. He’ll ask god why there is so much suffering in the world that created to amuse himself.
Maybe the poor man will ask his question of the day: When God looks at what he’s done to humanity for his own glory and amusement does he feel proud or ashamed for all that’s been done in his name?
Still missing Joe Strummer.
“They offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said I’d better take anything they’d got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?”
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