I look out at the world around me dumbfounded. None of it makes any sense. Maybe it makes sense if you have so many millions of dollars you think you’re only looking DOWN—a perspective of removal and insulation. From the perspective of any level of involvement in the actual mechanics of living—fulfilling basic needs and maintaining an awareness of the everyday economies, material and spiritual—all is madness.
Extrapolate over time and it’s even worse. Where we are is bad enough. Where we’re heading is terrible. Rich people don’t want to be told what to do. They don’t like paying taxes, being in any way constrained or acknowledging that they aren’t yet more deserving than they currently feel. They want what they want and have the power to get it—at our expense, if necessary—through the treachery of Republicans.
I don’t want to play anymore. I think I will retreat as much as possible, making my immediate circumstances as sane and humane as I can.
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