Nov 27 2008
Well, What?
Apathy. That is the life blood of the lower class. It’s what keeps them scrabbling away under foot of those in power. The moronic Croesus with the power over many lesser beings just because he knows a guy and went to the same school and joined the same fraternity and had to go through a similar experience with a potato and a jar of Vaseline. They see those connections and latch onto that similarity in an effort to continue a lineage of power among the elite. They are the ugly side of people. The people that people will be given the opportunity. With the option of rule laid out at your feet, you can’t refuse it in the name of equality. Every chance we get, we will stomp on each other to reach the top of the pile where less feet stomp on you and you get to do some stomping of your own. It’s disheartening to the onlookers who truly understand this and even more so when they realize, despite their noble intention and morality when watching from a distance, when they are face to face with that evil they will take those kingdoms that it offers up freely and rule over our fellow man. Well, what? What do we do? What should we do? We should use that power to make those under us feel better about not having the power. Try and disassemble the establishment from within it’s soma. That won’t happen though, because comfort is what we strive for and what we will do for it can involve atrocities and unfeeling apathy, but we’ll still do it because we want to stay comfortable. Looking back, we realize and appreciate that apathy, because we can float on top of it, and nobody will argue. Why? Apathy.
