As Kurt Vonnegut wrote in his poem “Joe Heller”:
True story, Word of Honor:
Joseph Heller, an important and funny writer
now dead,
and I were at a party given by a billionaire
on Shelter Island.
I said, “Joe, how does it make you feel
to know that our host only yesterday
may have made more money
than your novel ‘Catch-22’
has earned in its entire history?”
And Joe said, “I’ve got something he can never have.”
And I said, “What on earth could that be, Joe?”
And Joe said, “The knowledge that I’ve got enough.”
Not bad! Rest in peace!
This has always bothered me. Capitalism won. They control the world. Every death in most of the world feed the machine. From Palestinians to Cambodians, some are bombed, some are worked, but their death is to spin the wheel. The environment is on fire. To spin the wheel. The world is filled with hate. To spin the wheel. Apparently every single fucking billionaire is a pedophile. To spin their wheel.
All of that suffering, all of that pain, to get your rocks off, AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN HAPPY?
Nobody else in the world gets to have a good time so that you can have everything, and you're still not having a good time?