The World is Not A Vile Dungeon

I feel so very silly, when I express how upset I get at the suffering of any human being. Especially when that suffering could be cured, or even prevented by the vulgar flapping of such nothingness as money. But there we go - it is there, and it is horrible. I wonder, when I fill my glass from the tap, how much backbreaking labour would I have to push myself through to get this water, were I to be living in some other part of the world right now. How vulgar of me, to assume I have some right to this easy life.

I feel like I could easily, without a moments hesitation, hurl myself off a bridge, silently and without fanfare, if it would ensure a world free from the exploitation of the poor by the rich, free from the corrosive power of advertising, and the omnipresent glow of the television. If I could ensure with that one leap, I would surely do it. I would sacrifice a whole country for this, most likely. 60 million lives for human peace and happiness until the species dies out? Pittance. History would absolve me.

You do not wish to know the lengths to which I would go to destroy greed, and hatred, and cruelty to fellow man. Capitalism, that ever prevent demon of the soul, is but a pebble in the sand of human atrocity and humiliation. Demons lurk in all places, and their vulgar mischief reeks of the fear of rotting in a box until the sun explodes. Godspeed comrades, for our fight is a long one, and we must, must, must crush skulls to get there. You will call me a hypocrite, you will call me extreme, you will call me lazy, you will call me naïve, you will call me evil, you will call me a slave driver. I am.