Dear diary,
Instead of smearing concoctions upon our flesh to mask our beastly odors, we should follow a diet that will cause us to perspire fresh-scentedly.
That's my solution to all problems: once you've figured out what you want, find a way to achieve your goal without hassle, by way of magic & miracle. Other people disagree: they prefer to do all things via corporate fiat. But I just don't like having always to figure out a way to make more money.
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If you never commit any crimes, but you wish to be housed — that is, to avoid houselessness — you must enter into debt with a fraudulent bankster.
All aspects of living have a cost: food has a price, clothing has a price, shelter has a price; even friendship has a price (psychological counselling is how friendship appears under capitalism). Free love comes at the highest price (prostitution, marriage); but lo, motherhood — and this is a point that I make all the time (I allow myself to indulge in repetition when the message seems important enough to deserve it) — I say, as opposed to all the best things in life, which have their cost and are subject to interest and inflation, the nurturing of motherhood remains complimentary: on the house; gratis. Like an after-dinner mint; or a fortune cookie: They simply give it to you; & you're only charged for the meal. (There's no free lunch.)
I've heard it said, "Obviously, a mom cannot profit from her services, because her newborn does not have enough cash to pay her." This, however, doesn't stop the financial sector from charging other broke-folk for necessities:
As I said above, nobody can truly afford to purchase a home, so we all must enter into debt. Do you catch my drift? Everyone who lives in a house owes some fraud bankster many coins; likewise, each & every infant, immediately upon being born, should receive a bill detailing its contract with its mother. And do not object that this contract wouldn't be binding since it's unsigned: for nobody reads any legal contracts anyway, nowadays. All you do is announce: "By entering this world and continuing to remain alive, you agree to abide by the following terms of service..." This shall be every baby's first debt; and their schooling and house shall be their next debts, and so on.
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Here's a fun fact: Human beings were living in the United States of America before Jesus arrived here. Then Jesus drew lines for borders on the ground of the earth and said: "This be mine." And it was so. And he declared his deed to be extremely moral. So my thot is this:
Tomorrow, some new Jesus—a 2nd Coming of Christ—shall show up on this planet and dock his boat; then draw fresh borders around the borders that currently delineate the Creditors' Property, declaring: "This too be mine"; which, being interpreted, means: "All your base are belong to us." (Christ is referring to a popular Internet meme based on a broken English phrase found in the opening cutscene of the 1989 arcade game Zero Wing.) How should we imagine this corporate capture playing out? I mean, do you think that the Creditor Class is going to take this lying down? Do you think they're gonna just let this thief arrive in the night & waltz away with all their stolen goods? My guess is that there will be, at the very least, a prolonged legal battle.
For instance, name a company. Choose the biggest, most successful multinational that owns your soul. Now imagine Jesus trying to tax their profits. What happens next? The corporate thugs materialize, armed to the teeth in their riot gear, and this Second Jesus meets his Second Death.
Behold, the Devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation. Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life. He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches: "He that overcometh shall not be hurt of the Second Death." (Revelation 2:10-11)
Yet what exactly does it mean to say that Jesus will be subject to the Second Death? It means that he died on the cross after fighting the banksters of Rome; but then when he came back alive in New York and San Francisco, he did something wrong, made a misstep, got drunk and forgot where he was going, neglected to fight, or maybe fought too much, who knows? I don't have time to explain; I'm late for work. Freedom comes at a price. Install the app and compare it to similar products like motherhood: the best deal I could find is to buy it for a song; but it looks like most of the site's users end up clicking the payment option listed as "All that a man hath: his house, his wife, his children..." I don't know why they do this. What's so attractive about this package? — Perhaps it's the shipping speed.
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