The ironic thing is that they could still be rich beyond their wildest dreams while leaving enough for the rest of us to pursue happiness and (at minimum) stability. They just want more than 'rich beyond your wildest dreams'.

Capitalized greed

I'm too often reminded of this song by propagandhi:

Is this what we deserve:

to scrub the palace floors,

to fight amongst our selves,

as we scramble for the crumbs they spit up?

Frothing at the.. mouth about the...

scapegoats that they've chosen for us

With every racist pointed finger I hear the goose steps getting closer.

If they no longer represent us,

is it not our obligation... to confront this tyranny?

This is the most depressing and accurate image of how i view the world these days.

Ticks are arachnids and should thus have eight legs.