Here is a Fairietale just for You....

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Once upon a time there was a great kingdom, that spanned a whole globe.
Their's was a long and eventful reign, ruled by heads of state that took orders from the great wizards,
Whom the public never saw, and lived in grand palaces fenced off from the sometimes tumultuous games that would play out around the kingdom.

They used little pieces of metal to keep the peace;
if you didn't have enough pieces of metal, life was hard.
Some people died because they couldn't get enough metal pieces...
their bodies were put to use on the rose gardens.

These scraps of alloy were to be exchanged for goods and services, so that the common man could buy back what he made.
If he tried to keep what he made for himself and his neighbours, he was charged with insighting terror in others,
and locked away in the dungeons for giving a loaf to the homeless. crimes less serious than this however were fine, and for killing the royal guards, or a picture-house full of people, he would have been locked away for a shorter time.

The Kingdom was a beautiful and amazing place, full of awe, and wonder.
The people were awed by their lack of choices;
the powerful were full of wonder that almost everyone let them do this.

At least once a day, people were compelled to plug themselves into a box in their homes,
That told them what the rulers said happened in the kingdom that day.
Usually the information regarded the princes and princesses of a magical thing called celebrity,
(which is way too complicated to explain in this happy little tale, but let us simply say that these special celebrities were more important than everyone else, and people loved them because they are what we should want to be.)

And the common people rejoiced, for one of the princesses was having a baby,
so at least everyone knew who were they meant to bow to next.
And she carried him around the kingdom, letting people see the child, so they could gasp in wonder as he breathed the same air as they did, and that he must wear nappies like a common child. They saw he was their species, and healthy,
and the people were well pleased.

In this magnificent, imperious and all-encompassing society, people from all countries felt the need to say "we are better than the people in that country next door, because we were born on this hill; and this hill is OBVIOUSLY better than that hill over there. That hill looks mangy and damp." And the people from the other hill loudly proclaimed; "Yea, the people of the dry and dusty hill are buffoons that deserve no rest. our hill has water, and their's doesnt even have any trees on one side. Look at their pathetic hill."
Luckily for all the people,none of the land belonged to them anyway, and so only when royalty said how crap someone's hill was, was it okay to throw rocks at them.

And they relished arguing over the name of their creator, whom had gotten bored and given up years since, trying to control their tiny, insignificant politics, as he couldnt make head-nor-tail of where these people thought they were going. So the Lord made another world, and forgot all about that one, because he saw it wasnt all that good at all.

Now somewhere, someone is living happily ever after.
Let's hope its you, eh?

TEMET NOSCE, PRIMA IRRADIENT...  CARPE DIEM - TEMPUS EDAX IMPERATOR.
know thyself, illuminated one ... Sieze the Day, Time commands all things.

Anyone else wonder why the world runs like a low-budget B-list 'end-of-the-world' movie?
I mean, you're living in george orwell's 1984, and everyone seems pretty pleased with themselves.
This is about as wise as using flatulence for affluence in a small airtight container.
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BorisFedorov's avatar
Well that's some deep satire dude. My conclusion are not that far from yours, even though I have more of a Juvenal outlook on Anglo-American civilization.