Eat the RichMoney grubbing greedy bastards, liars and cheats, swindle their own grandmother out of her last dime, wolves in sheep’s clothing, sharks, swindlers, hucksters, grifters and grafters. Fasionistas and robber-barrons, rapacious hoarders, avaricious wanton extravagance. Corrupt power hungry prince’s of privilege. It’s easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God.
Hey, fear and anger of greed and greedy bastards, who are you and what do want from me? I want vengeance and justice to rain down like fire upon their heads. I want fairness, equability, and sustainability across the board. I want goodness and mercy throughout the land. What is the underlying feeling sense beneath this fear and anger? Envy perhaps? Could there be a need to be responsible and to balance power, knowledge and control with a sense of responsibility?
I am this greed, this want, this desire for more, for bigger and better. I’m this driven-ness, this power, this Social Darwinism, this cunning pretentiousness. I am consumed with consumerism. I’ve been stricken with affluenza. My egoic constant craving is the stolen leaven that ruins the whole loaf of bread.