A note of appreciation from the Rich



Let's be honest: you'll never win the lottery.



On the other hand, the chances are pretty good that

you'll slave away at some miserable job the rest of your

life. That's because you were in all likelihood born into

the wrong social class. Let's face it -- you're a member

of the working caste. Sorry!



As a result, you don't have the education, upbringing,

connections, manners, appearance, and good taste to

ever become one of us. In fact, you'd probably need a

book the size of the yellow pages to list all the unfair

advantages we have over you. That's why we're so

relieved to know that you still continue to believe all

those silly fairy tales about "justice" and "equal

opportunity" in America.



Of course, in a hierarchical social system like ours,

there's never been much room

at the top to begin with. Besides, it's already occupied by

us -- and we like it up

here so much that we intend to keep it that way. But at

least there's usually

someone lower in the social hierarchy you can feel superior

to and kick in the teeth

once in a while. Even a lowly dishwasher can easily find

some poor slob further

down in the pecking order to sneer and spit at. So be

thankful for migrant workers,

prostitutes, and homeless street people.



Always remember that if everyone like you were economically

secure and socially

privileged like us, there would be no one left to fill all

those boring, dangerous,

low-paid jobs in our economy. And no one to fight our wars

for us, or blindly

follow orders in our totalitarian corporate institutions.

And certainly no one to

meekly go to their grave without having lived a full and

creative life. So please,

keep up the good work!



You also probably don't have the same greedy, compulsive

drive to possess wealth,

power, and prestige that we have. And even though you may

sincerely want to

change the way you live, you're also afraid of the very

change you desire, thus

keeping you and others like you in a nervous state of limbo.

So you go through life

mechanically playing your assigned social role, terrified

what others would think

should you ever dare to "break out of the mold."



Naturally, we try to play you off against each other

whenever it suits our purposes:

high-waged workers against low-waged, unionized against

non-unionized, Black

against White, male against female, American workers against

Japanese against

Mexican against.... We continually push your wages down by

invoking "foreign

competition," "the law of supply and demand," "national

security," or "the bloated

federal deficit." We throw you on the unemployed scrap heap

if you step out of

line or jeopardize our profits. And to give you an

occasional break from the

monotony of our daily economic blackmail, we allow you to

participate in our

stage-managed electoral shell games, better known to you

ordinary folks as

"elections." Happily, you haven't a clue as to what's really

happening -- instead,

you blame "Aliens," "Tree-hugging Environmentalists,"

"Niggers," "Jews," Welfare

Queens," and countless others for your troubled situation.



We're also very pleased that many of you still embrace the

"work ethic," even

though most jobs in our economy degrade the environment,

undermine your

physical and emotional health, and basically suck your one

and only life right out of

you. We obviously don't know much about work, but we're sure

glad you do!



Of course, life could be different. Society could be

intelligently organized to meet

the real needs of the general population. You and others

like you could collectively

fight to free yourselves from our domination. But you don't

know that. In fact, you

can't even imagine that another way of life is possible. And

that's probably the

greatest, most significant achievement of our system --

robbing you of your

imagination, your creativity, your ability to think and act

for yourself.



So we'd truly like to thank you from the bottom of our

heartless hearts. Your loyal

sacrifice makes possible our corrupt luxury; your work makes

our system work.

Thanks so much for "knowing your place" -- without even

knowing it!



Rich $cum of America



He who hath the gold makes all the

rules.



Please make copies and share with other

members of your caste!