Collusion

The dress required for life-among-the-greedy makes a mere hair shirt look like a silk lounger.

I once met a human who was so attentive to, and appreciative of, himself, that he confided, “I’m like the father I never had.”

With whom might the Real Revolutionist be in collusion?

I once heard a Prime Minister proclaim, “Public opinion wins wars,” and a General muttered, “And bullets help a lot.”

Only the “People,” I mean the real bourgeoisie, we’re talking “common man” here, can forever be controlled by ordinary fear of punishment and routine hope of reward.  (If you ever have times when you wonder if you really are “all that common,” just remember this.)

J.