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Down with democracy A speech for the defense
for all cases by Edmund Schoenenberger For Natascha, Dana, Nana,
Kaja
Wissiflue
1986
Translated from German
into English by Inez Kochius Preface I deal daily with the courts where ever the
wind of freedom, of democracy, and of justice blows. But I do not see
democracy nor do I hear freedom, yet I am a lawyer and do not believe in
justice. How does one stand it? With a speech for the defense for all
cases! It saves me having to be at loggerheads with the judges, whether
the usual criticism in my plea has anything to do with the case or not.
I simply hand in this speech and in the aftermath of its crushing impact I
gently undo my clients out of the oppressive entanglement. If the justice system wants to get after
me, well, here it is: my speech for the defense for all cases. Do the people rule? The most successful imposture in the
history of mankind is the marketing of the western countries as countries run
by the people. In the fashion of Coca-Cola advertising, the media
blares day in and day out, “Freedom, Democracy and Constitutional
State”. It is high time to put an end to this nonsense. Let's look at the country, which apparently
is the oldest democracy around, Switzerland. We see shrinking land and
we see settlements bursting at their seams. Five out of a hundred
people still work on farms. The other people either live out their
lives in cities or in some other congested areas.
Were the people masters of this
development? No, they were not! In the heart of Switzerland is
Zurich. Let's stroll through this cosmopolitan city. What do we
observe? One factory after the next, shop after
shop, office tower after office tower, store after store, one place to spend
one’s money after the next, streets after streets, apartment buildings after
apartment buildings. People seem to be buzzing around the clock.
At rush hour the masses spill into the streets like avalanches. From
the apartment silo to the place of work, from the place of work to the
recreation industry and back to the apartment. Once in a while one buys
a trip to invade Europe’s beaches and similar destinations. Do people rule over their every day life? No, they do not! I am imagining Zurich a century ago: there,
where the Limmat leaves the lake on either side of the river a few houses are
lined up, some of them unobtrusive, others elegant and high class even in
those days already. High from the steeples of a few churches rings the
sound of church bells. Their sound spreads over the surrounding fields
and meadows. To the south is Wollishofen and to the north, situated in
the Glattal, is Seebach. These used to be two sleepy little hamlets
whose farmers walked the ten kilometers back and forth only on market days in
order to sell their fruits of labor to the city dwellers. Halfway to Seebach is Oerlikon, in those
days not any less of a sleepy hamlet. Today it is world-renowned.
Its name stands for canons. There are no farmers any longer. What
happened? One day a gentleman walked across
Oerlikon’s fields. In his head he had a plan. A plan he alone had
hatched. In any case, there was no referendum. Quickly, he and
the farmers came to terms. The fields changed owners. The man
hired workers who at first built barracks to immediately tackle a larger
project according to his instructions: a factory. Neither the people
voted on it nor did they vote on what and how much this factory would
produce. One factory was not enough. Somewhere
the raw material had to be dug out of the ground and transported there, so
the end product could be made to the rhythm of the machines. This final
product, on the other hand, got by way of many more transports to the retail
sales channels and from there to the consumer. The man had stamped out of Oerlikon’s
ground and fields: a mine, as well as all kinds of transport businesses, a
factory, stores and of course the whole management apparatus needed to
coordinate production and retail. For the workers, he had apartment
silos built in the surrounding area. Schwamendingen and Affoltern
suddenly awoke from their Sleeping Beauty slumber. And before they even
knew it, Wollishofen and Seebach were rather suddenly eaten up by the city. The man and like-minded others didn’t give
up. Again without a referendum, all of Switzerland got turned into
Oerlikons and Schwamendingens. The wastewaters of the factories poison the
rivers, the sewage from the workers’ living quarters flows over, and the
vehicles produced by the factory owner plug the roads. Stench and noise
poison the environment. All of the sudden referenda start pouring
in. “Do you approve a credit for an extension of the road connecting
Schwamendingen and Oerlikon?” “Do you agree to build a sewage plant in
Glattal?” “Do you want the garbage incinerator at the Aubruecke close
to Schwamendingen?” “Are you in favor of having a highway system in
Switzerland?” “Do you agree to build a nuclear power
plant to ensure the energy supply?” “Do you agree to take measures to
control the damage to the environment?” The government of the people commences. It governs over shit! After the master and his equals single
handedly created this monster called Switzerland, a highly technological and
industrialized creation, now all of the sudden the people are good enough to
deal with the consequences. The people continuously have to rip open
the ground for the “infrastructure”, the euphemism used for the water supply,
the energy supply, the communication wires and the sewage. They have to
build roads and a train system, so that it is possible for the punctual
presence of the laborers at their place of work and to ship the goods back
and forth to eventually get to the consumer. Let us not forget the
trash they have to cart to the toxic dumps. It is the responsibility of the people to
look after education. At their own expense, they educate masses of
workers, all the thousands of charges the master needs for his
business. The people transport his correspondence and deliver their own
bills, reminders to pay and advertisement flyers that the master himself
sends out. If somebody does not want to pay, the people will sick the
repossession man onto the late payer. The people watch over the possessions of
the master and ruthlessly persecute those who attempt to enter the master’s
villas and palaces in order to share in his wealth. The people operate
the huge number of institutions in which those, who disturb things and do not
have the ability to firmly and resolutely challenge the ruler, are put away
and tortured.
The people provide the taxman who collects
the interest and taxes for the maintenance of the “infrastructure”. The
ruler himself has long ago gone to foreign tax havens to avoid paying taxes
himself. The people pay the pensions for the
surviving dependants of the ones killed at work or on the roads. They
also look after those who merely got beaten until crippled. The undertakings of the master managed to
rip families apart. The old folks are disowned. It’s the people
who have to pay for their care. Who carries the burden of public
health? The people do! They are responsible for that and all the
other social services. The main thing, the entrepreneurship that
necessitates today’s kind of life, is discreetly decided behind closed doors
by the master only. He dislikes being stared at. The people’s
competencies are limited to wait patiently on the other side of the door for
the decisions and to then materialize them precisely. The master eagerly rakes in the resource of
his power: money. Millions after millions, he’s about the break the
billions. Soon it will be trillions. Not only does he hoard the
gold of the past, no, he also has every bit of land, all the mineral
resources, all the movable and immovable things and all services turned into
a fortune. Even the water has its price. The air tax is in the
air. His power is incredible. The strategy is always the same: a new
product or a new service will be thrown on the market. Advertisement
pushes its advantages. It goes without saying that the disadvantages
are not mentioned. The masses cannot resist the temptation. Like
ants, they crawl around in the shopping malls. Only half a century ago
there were a few dozen articles on the shelf that were more than ample to
live on. Now it has to be millions of profitable price leaders, well
packaged and flashy, that the public gets sucked into. These things get
bought, consumed and thrown out again as trash. This is the meaning of
today’s time dictated by the ruler. The method to get people to work is very
simple. The people are lied to about wealth and a comfortable life and
once a month they are handed a pittance. The following month it is
wangled out of them again. This game is repeated month after month,
year after year, the whole life long. Nothing documents the degree of
“sovereignty” more than the way in which this “sovereign” is lead up the
garden path. Do the people govern? Absolutely not! It is not a democracy when a few chosen men
and their sole decisions shape the lives of others. It is not a
democracy when the people have to serve those chosen few and the competencies
of the people are limited to making decisions about minor or accessory
matters. I call everyone a liar and a cheater who
wants to sell me Switzerland as a democracy. Down with democracy! But the people gave this democratic constitution themselves! It is not easy to stage a capital fraud and
it takes more than lucidity not to fall for it. Once, one has undone
the web of lies, it is no witchcraft to expose the intrigues. How, then, have the propagandists of the
western “democracies” managed to pull wool over people’s eyes so they are no
longer able to see? With a ruse! They presented the people a lengthy
constitution in which a Trojan horse had been smuggled: freedom of trade,
freedom of commerce and freedom of ownership. Officially the
constitution was hypocritically boasted as “freedom” next to all the other
freedoms – freedom of speech, freedom of religion and freedom of assembly
etc. Of course the makers of the constitution did know, that this sole
“freedom” totally beats all the other elements of the otherwise democratic
constitution. For they, and only they, held the power (money,
production places, trade connections etc) firmly in their hands even in those
days already. They had nothing to fear from the people, the
have-nots. Their calculation added up, of
course. With their “freedom”, they were able to do as they pleased and
managed to turn everything upside down. The sovereignty of the Swiss bursts like a
soap bubble! Per definitionem, is sovereign only who- or
whatever controls the totality of the means of power. The medium which
unquestionably rules over the whole world and gets everything moving is
money. A sharp look into the Swiss Federal Constitution reveals pitilessly
that not the supposedly "sovereign" people owns the fortune stashed
away ever since Adam and Eve, compounded through the yearly interests
and levies to an astronomical sum, hell no ! the disposition of this gigantic
fortune is expressly reserved to a small bunch of fat cats. Not only factual, but even from the point
of the constitution, Switzerland is, without any objections, a dictatorship
of the rich, a perfect example of plutocracy. A miserable nation
of beggars watches over the throne, short changed and enslaved by the master
who has long taken off with the wealth! “Do you want to give a select few, who have
all the means, so much freedom that once the means are put to the test, your
whole life is put upside down?” That would have been the correct
question to ask the people. Only a fool would have agreed to it or
someone who was already deeply mired in the dependency and in the privileges
of the master. But it is democracy if people have the
possibility to change the
constitution to their liking any time! There is no denying that the western
constitutions teem with democratic details, i.e. the possibility of
revision. That is exactly the wool that gets pulled over people’s eyes! These details may belie only the fool who
knocks everything on the head again. Let us imagine a constitution, in which a
vote by the people is designated and even ordered by an almighty and united
in himself king, saying that it can be changed again any time. Is that
a democracy? Surely not, it is an almighty king that rules! In
this case a monarchy was established. As we know to allow a minority, who has all
the means and power, to do as they please, is a plutocracy. And it will
stay that way, regardless of provisions for changes or not. The monarchy as well as the plutocracy
would become democracies once the people with the help of changes in the
constitution overthrow the king or the plutocrat, not only on paper, but
actually claim the power for themselves. Without that everything
remains the same. Switzerland has put the example to the test
already. Some years ago the people had the chance of a constitution
initiative, in which they would have had the possibility to have an ever so
small say in the domain in which the entrepreneur exercises his all
encompassing regime. The submission did not go anywhere. The reasons are quite obvious.
People, declared incompetent through lifelong manipulation and oppression, cannot
ever seize power! It’s enough for the masters to threaten about the
likelihood of an impending chaos resulting if people weren’t going to allow
the rulers to go on. Ultimately, the positions were already assigned:
from the general manager to all the bosses down to the small sheriff, who has
the power to intimidate and beat up citizens without fear that anybody will
take note of it. If the top charges, via right of
co-determination, had wavered, the ones on the bottom would have started to
wobble as well. This meant not only for the masters, but for the whole
hierarchy, to defend the order of precedence. Therefore, Switzerland may present the most
obvious: a revision towards democracy did not explicitly take place.
Freedom of trade, freedom of commerce and freedom of ownership still have
control over what is happening. The plutocrats asserted their
power.
But the people can vote
those into parliament who represent their
interest! Only a gullible person falls for that kind
of argument. Much like one can flog a Hitler to power via election, so
can anyone be catapulted into a seat of parliament! As this dead
advertising guy used to put it so aptly: “Give me a million and I will make a
Swiss Federal Council out of a bag of potatoes!” Money rules the world. The nipper
with a penny can direct the hand of the kiosk lady merely into the chewing
gum shelf. Nobody disputes that it is not the people, but the masters
who own the money. Nothing is easier for them to sell their
own representatives to the people much like any other product and to
guarantee themselves a comfortable majority. Even the minorities are
all right with them, since they give the impression of a democracy and stabilize
at the same time. Apart from that, the parliament or the
government on the whole is responsible for auxiliary functions only. But in the constitution
it says that everybody, without
exception, has the same rights. Therefore everybody has a
chance. That is democracy! Don’t make me laugh! Let’s take Mister X, who has a billion, and
the emancipated Mister Y, who owns nothing. Both start doing
business. Mister X goes to the bank and without hesitation receives a
loan worth another billion at 5% interest. He drums together a few
cohorts who find him a market niche. They build a factory and in no
time profits start pouring in, which pay 10% on the total capital
invested. He keeps the 10% for his own billion and the 5% for the
borrowed billion. The other 5% he delivers to the bank, which uses the
money to catch a bunch of small time borrowers. The cash check of
Mister X yields already assets of a billion and 150 million. Let’s turn to good-natured Mister Y.
He too asks for a loan at the bank. “With nothing you get nothing”, is
the laconic answer he gets. Regardless, he proceeds to get to
work. After some years and all kinds of effort he manages some modest
success. One million he calls his own. Mister X has of course
doubled his billion in the same time and paid back his loan. Both of them push on. Business comes
up with the usual profit of 10%. Therefore at the end of the year
Mister X has over two billion and 200 million. Mister Y limps
hopelessly behind with one million and hundred thousand. The only
chance he would have is if he were to push even harder than Mister X. The horrendous material differences already
existed when the constitutions were hammered out. They prohibit a
democracy. But we only want what is best for you! The whole world is being
conned with an effrontery like no other. None of the money from
the American FED – private, of course - and the National Banks
goes directly to the citizens, but goes exclusively to the banks
owned by the super-rich at a symbolic interest rate.
They then lend the money at horrendous interest rates to the
want-to-be plutocrats and the other debtors. Thus the very last circulating
bank note is nothing but a clear proof of a die-hard interest bearing debt.
With the money banked up exponentially in the books and in the
vaults of the masters and very quickly thrown back into the credit
business again, the interest on debt grows exponentially as well. In
order to pay for it – the people and the working class totally enslaved -
more and more junk, which will sooner or later be disposed of as garbage,
must be produced and foisted upon the ‘consumer’. On top of that,
people drive each other nuts with all the circulating money. The
whole human activity is controlled only by greed. So this is
what the masters bestow upon the people: the meaning of earthly
existence, which could not be any more pathetic. Down with them! Yes, but do you want
conditions like in Russia? The last ace in the hole of Mister X!
When I hear him talk like that I instantly imagine him at home in
Russia. I am sure that he would have even there submitted himself among
the masters and told the Russian critic about the evil of capitalism. And, at least, rightly so! What we condemn about the Russians, the
same thing happens in the west in a fashion that is much the same, carefully
hidden and hushed up. Crimes against human rights chase each other. I think of the war here at peacetime: where
the keepers of order and the breakers of order clash. Deadly shots,
tortures, beastly beatings and the likes are regular occurrences. I can
report this because I’ve seen it and do not need to refer to the recently
deceased professor of justice Peter Noll, who compared Zurich’s criminal
justice with the Turkish fascist military justice. I also think of the daily carnage in the
streets and at places of work. Everybody who sits behind a steering
wheel (and the same is applicable for those who install a dangerous plant)
knows all too well about the errors of humans as well as machines. He
knows he and the other traffic participants might become careless or that a
technical defect can happen. He knows that children as well as old
folks on occasion cross the road without any notice. Every time when he
starts up his dangerous vehicle he has to anticipate the worst. He
accepts this. It is potential intent, which is the same as
intent. Should a person get killed, it is intentional homicide.
Just imagine the havoc for the automobile
producers, in case a judge would measure with this only correct measuring
stick! Nobody could drive around anymore because that would be intended
manslaughter, or murder, and is therefore a criminal offense. The big
fat business would evaporate into thin air! Judges, themselves motorists, tend to find
a person guilty of involuntary manslaughter only. It is permitted to
continue the slaughter of victims on the road. The big industrialists
will happily contract masses of moribund people. I call to mind the local psychiatric
institutions. A few years ago I managed after some effort to have an
inmate released after a decade long incarceration where he was daily injected
with insidious neurotoxic substances. He had to endure a horrendous
fate like the prominent Russian, who lives out his life in a less inhumane
exile and who the western propaganda plays up in order to avoid paying
attention to its own dirt. Leave me alone with the Russians.
After having spent over a year in communist countries, I would like to say
the east is no better than the west or the other way around. Just on a sidebar: I also spent three
quarters of a year in Africa. It felt like going from bad to worse,
coming from Switzerland and going to the African tropics. However with
a more critical eye I find myself back in Sturzbach again. Down with the
Constitutional State! In my occupation as a lawyer I sit across
clients and listen to their problems, which are usually caused by
plutocrats. Often this means getting in touch with the opponent – in
employment issues likely with a subordinate of the factory owner – in order
to reach an agreement. Should the negotiations break down, the case
frequently goes to court. In criminal proceedings – my area of
expertise – the demand for a penalty is an inevitable fight in the court. There “justice” is administered, no less of
a deceit than the one with democracy! Let’s imagine Mister Burglar was able to
find access to Mister X’s abode. We have met this gentleman
before. His wealth has meanwhile – keep in mind the interest on top of
interest and an unforeseen investment profit – swollen to two and a half
billion. Gladly Mister Burglar helps himself and
takes a mere 10 thousand with him. But his luck does not last
long. In the midst of great celebration with friends at a pub, police
drags him away and puts him behind bars. In order to be released he
instantly confesses, looks me up and assigns me his defense. Because of an incredible sloppiness by the
prosecutor, which stays undiscovered, two different courts each get a bill of
indictment with all the copies of the file. One of those courts – and
now the luck of my client continues – is made up of three left winged POCH
judges and the other is made up of three right winged SVP judges. A little puzzled, we soon receive the two
citations to the main trials, investigate, discover the mistake and remain
silent. We find ourselves in the halls of the
courts, one date following the other within a short period of time.
According to our rehearsed plan we ask for acquittal both times. The
only evidence on hand is my client’s confession, which he, with the same
words, retracts every time. The verdict will be sent to us in writing,
we are told. We leave with a mischievous delight,
because we already know, what has to come. The POCH judges of course
think of Mister X, whose business manners they vehemently despise, as the
biggest thief and show my client sympathy. To the SVP judges on the
other hand my client is the thief and Mister X is a respected citizen.
The verdicts turn out accordingly: the left acquits and the retraction of the
confession is legitimate. The right finds him guilty and the retraction
is not valid. One does not have to have read Tucholsky
and his summation of German judges, who had sentenced left and right winged
people to death, to know that, apart from the sloppiness, my assumptions are
indeed realistic. The argument can be made with any issue
with identical facts of the case can be judged differently by a lower or
upper level of jurisdiction. Such cases are a dime a dozen. They disclose the fraud. The POCH
judges as well as the SVP judges, the lower and the upper level of
jurisdiction all have the same exact law in front of them every time.
Logically the same words ought to come out of their mouths, when dealing with
the exact same facts of the case. The case is the same, the law is the same,
but the verdicts are different???? It is easy to solve the
puzzle. The judges are different! Not one verdict administers justice, but
only the arbitrary opinions of the judges get expressed. The more their
worldviews and morals differ the more their verdicts deviate from one
another. To prevent this, there are rigid selection
methods in the justice system, which make sure all the sheep stay close
together. Examples like the one of a German district judge (my regards
to you!), who notoriously imposed the minimum penalty until he was
discharged, do not set standards. If one puts the humbug about the justice
system aside, one runs without question into power. This power not only
determines the justice system, but also both of the other supreme powers of
the western plutocracies. Everyone knows the quarrels in parliament:
the POCH and consorts want this, while the SVP and company wants that.
Since they made sure of a majority, they assert themselves every time.
This has nothing to do with justice, but everything to do with power. Down with the constitutional state as well! If we look in a succinct phrase at the
connection between the people and the state, we’ll find the people, who clean
up the shit of the master and the state who organizes the clean up and who
drives the people. The privilege for the
rich, the duty for the naïve. Mister X has grown close to our hearts by
now, so we want to invite him to accompany us for a little while. We
are already familiar with his wealth. Btw, this year 250 millions
profit are in the books. Somebody must owe him a nice sum of money! We’ll get back to that. Mister X handed over the management of his
empire to five cunning and career minded people making up a board of
directors and the chair above he gave to an outstanding, dynamic and shifty
senior manager. The team, equipped with all the possible management
qualities, runs his whole show in such a sovereign manner, that all he has to
do is show up at the regular annual general meeting and watch over that the
quarter billion really does come in. It does come in… Free and easy he can do with his time as he
wishes. He lives in a magnificent palace-like mansion, takes extended
trips around the world and knows how to live – a real bon vivant! When
he has to pay he pulls his gun – oops, sorry – his checkbook. The
checks all have sufficient funds. Slowly we are growing tired of Monsignore
X’s carryings-on. Let us turn to an average citizen. Politely we
call him Mister Z or just Z, who lives in an apartment silo in Schwamendingen
and is a factory worker in Oerlikon. Mister Z’s apartment has all the
conveniences. Only a short time ago his old kitchen and old bathroom
have been ripped out and were replaced with the latest. When he bumped
into the mailman shortly after he was actually hoping for a love
letter. Unfortunately it was only a notification of a rent
increase. In the relatively small living room he
managed to squeeze in an impressive wall unit, as well as a set of
upholstered furniture, a TV is there naturally, and next to it, it glitters
fabulously. I’m not that familiar with it, but it must be a sound
system. Endlessly little lamps flicker, blink and whiz in all kinds of
colors. Out of respect we won’t bother looking into his bedroom.
It’s probably okay. Instead we quickly inspect the common rooms he
shares with the other people living in the apartment silo: the staircase and
the laundry room. Mister Z just wasn’t there for the
planning. Since the other income objects of this
development do not deviate at all, he does not seem to mind. “Well,
well, equal rights are indeed alright.” he mumbles to himself at times. His car which he lovingly cleans every
Saturday, is parked on the side of the street. It goes without saying
that he bought the car as well as the already mentioned household effects
entirely in installments. Early in the morning – he is not quite
awake yet – advertisement spots and all kinds of babble get in his
ears. “Aha, it’s time”, he thinks. Without any further ado, he
quickly catches the bus and manages to punch in on time in Oerlikon. Mister Z works on the assembly line.
Since the line is already in motion, he needs no time to get started.
Instantly he is fully present. It is dusty and it is noisy. But
he’s used to it by now. Lunchroom, bell signal, punch clock and bus -
the apartment has him back. He makes a small detour to the post office
and lines up in order to pay his bills. His wages don’t quite make
it. “Hopefully the Christmas bonus will come soon”, he thinks.
That the post office directs the money back to X who is already going for the
third billion, he does not realize of course. Because he feels kind of down, he jumps
into his car to zoom to the shopping center. He checks out this, and he
checks out that. Instead of buying a video tape, as he had planned, he
ends up signing an installment plan for a personal computer. The sales
person affirms that with the computer he’ll be able to do the most amazing
things. Once at home, his attempts to use the thing productively turn
into failure. He puts the apparatus in the wall unit, making sure that
– according to the house rules – not to bother his neighbors on the other
side of the paper-thin wall. The rest of the evening he sits in front
of the tube like a couch potato. What happens the other days and the 49
weeks, year after year, we already know. The other three weeks have
already been mentioned. In Switzerland there are a few thousand Xs
and a few million Zs. The Xs consolidate astronomical sums that must
yield interest every year. It is the task of the many Zs to make the
billions upon billions for the Xs. This is madness! It has nothing to do with freedom,
democracy and constitutional state, absolutely nothing. Down with them all! What to do? One has to really think to discover why the
rich actually need this crazy lie about democracy. History tells us
dominance always comes and goes between the tyrant and the oligarch.
The people’s task is merely to occasionally bump someone out off office in
order to place someone else there, only to do the same thing all over again. This is exactly what today’s regents
fear. Henceforth they hide behind the lie that they aren’t really the
ruler. Actually they are really stupid. They
don’t need to hide. Democracy is an impossible thing. It never
has existed and never will. It would be easier to eliminate the buck
from a herd of deer. From time immemorial, man has stayed the
same. His brain did not grow. With the same anger he decides on
war, has the anger somewhat cooled down, he talks about peace. Even if
the pyramid at times tumbles in the storm, the pointed end always remains up
top. That Switzerland is apparently one of the
oldest democracies is a myth. Since its inception there were the free
and the not free, the Stauffachers and Redings had servants. The
confederates sent governors in every possible direction. The city
dwellers squashed the farmers. For seven years I followed an inner
Swiss rural community. No democrats were voted in there, yet local
kings, mind you for auxiliary functions only. Even in the old cantons
the free ruling Mister X’s dictate behind the scene what has to be done. The plutocrats only needed to hammer these
connections into the people and they would loyally eat out of their
hands. Nothing would stop them to stick with their plutocracy. To
be honest, a king who says, “The state, that is me” is less despicable than
the men here who sham the people by saying, “You have the absolute
power.” The cowardice in this does not exactly allude to greatness. If one looks for the reason why in the
history of mankind, war and peace alternate, one can always find
excesses. Moderate rulers never have anything to worry about. These days it is without any doubt that we
are headed for the next disaster. The excess, which is remarkable these
days, is the imbecility of the people to stick the dough up the plutocrats’
asses and the nerve of the plutocrats to take this dough in order to always
throw it at new business ventures. The spiral rotates. The
tributes of the people grow immensely. One small spark and an era
collapses again. Prospects that the immoderate will wake up generally
do not exist. What is there to do for the person, who is
nobody’s master or nobody’s servant, who does not belong to the plutocrats or
to the people? Watch how this spectacle plays out? Vamoose?
Protest? Hole one-self up? Wait for a shot or a bomb? Remain one’s own master! If we survive it, we will know if we were
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