“It has been demonstrated again and again, from Imperial Rome to Weimar Germany, that epidemic greed is a symptom not of reveling in present triumphs but of a fear that the game is winding down.”–Laurence Shames(1951) “Wall Street Greed is Fueled by Fear” 15 June 1989
Last Friday night it was a night of, “Let’s get away from the Television shall we?” for the family. We have been playing Monopoly on the Holidays gatherings and I always lose. I was becoming the laughing stock of the family. So…Friday night, I was determined to win. To war. To kill. I was going to be ruthless, something that is completely against my character as a human being. I watched the other player’s strategies, took the best from each player, and went for the throat.
And I was..ruthless. Not only was I the only player who had any buildings on their properties, I had all the money. ALL the $500 dollars were stacked high in my slots, after I had emptied out the bank with all my winnings. I had all the railroads, all the utilities, just the right properties, and every time any player landed on my property, it cost them over $1,000. I had hotels on every piece I owned.
As I watched the faces of my family, members that I have watched time and again…winning, I could see the surprise, the depression, the hopelessness drain from their faces. It wasn’t just a game anymore. I was winning. I was ecstatic, I wanted it all. I wanted to “do it again.”
And winning is the best feeling in the world. Why had I always never tried to win? Was it because I didn’t want to hurt others feelings? That was part of it. Somehow the Christian upbringing came into it. I didn’t like to make people feel bad. I wanted them to like me.
But, I did notice, that unlike when I was a kid, now, I really didn’t care that the other players felt bad … After all…it’s a game. I told myself.
Exactly. It’s the game. And I thought…is this how it feels to grab the millions on Wall Street?
So, where did this game that everyone has played all over the world come from?
History reports that Charles B. Darrow of Germantown, Pennsylvania, showed the game to the executives of Parker Brothers, during the depression of 1934. It was very similar to one patented in 1904 by Lizzie J. Maggie, a Quaker woman from Virginia. The game was called, The Landlord’s Game, and was based on the philosophy that the renting of land and real estate produced an unearned increase in land values that profited a few individuals (landlords) rather than the majority of the people (tenants). It was intended to illustrate the negative aspects of concentrating land in private monopolies.
Former Wall Streeter Derk Solko explains, “Monopoly has you grinding your opponents into dust. It’s a very negative experience. It’s all about cackling when your opponent lands on your space and you get to take all their money.”
And isn’t that what the world has witness these last few years? The bankers (with the help of our politicians) went wild, lost trillions, and the whole world collapsed. They did not go to jail, and they passed GO so many times they had to close hundreds of banks just to keep up.
Or was this a planned collapsed?
The problem is, the rich will never give it back. He’s sitting on Boardwalk with three hotels. It will be the other players on the board that will be placing the money in the pot.
Because of this tremendous greed that we have witnessed…there is a big push to get rid of capitalism, but it’s not capitalism that is bad, it’s the monopolies formed by governments with their hands in the pockets of multinational companies, some of whom have more money than most countries, that kicks us all off the board.
Nobody Thinks that there is definelty a well planned global monopoly strategy.
The rest of us want the monopolies of global multinational companies to be broken up and allow more competition, and have us all get a piece of the pie that way. But that’s not part of the plan. Like in Monopoly, once you hold the most property, you almost always win.
Nobody Thinks that the sheer joy of winning and smashing your competition must be addicting. Heck, if I can get so ‘high’ off a simple game of Monoploy, what kind of “high” do people like George Soros get? Like synapses in your brain being formed to desire cocaine, the same desire to devour your competition to a pulp without caring a hoot about how many lives it destroys, might have started with that feeling that you got as a child winning Monopoly.
I’m not so sure it was a good thing that I never took the game seriously. If Monopoly was invented to teach children about the horrible effects of what can happen when one person has all the control to take all your money, it didn’t really do a very good job. Instead we got a lot of people addicted to winning at all costs, and then smashing everything else around them.
In the United States, men running monopolies have broken the bank of America….just like I did, and I can bet you, every man guilty of that, Corzine, Bernanke, the Goldman Sacks, Barney Franks…—they all feel like they just won a game of Monopoly. Hoo-rah. It’s not about caring about the world, it’s about winning the game.
And the game is still on: Mobopoly. Pick your pieces, hold onto your money… and roll.
There is nothing so characteristic of narrowness and littleness of soul as the love of riches: Cicero
Everyone is mad, at least everyone I talk to. Even my liberal friends are screaming, about Obama taking another long vacation in Martha’s Vineyard, and neither he, nor his wife, think about how much of the taxpayers’ money they spend on themselves.
They are having the time of their lives.
Michelle, for some unknown reason, had to take a private plane 4 hours earlier, to her $50,000 dollar a week farmhouse retreat, costing us thousands in additional expense. Obama came later with the dog. I guess we should be happy he didn’t send the dog on a separate plane like he did LAST year. Obama has flown in Air Force One 172 times, (adding by the minute) almost every other day, at a cost of $18l,757 per flight per HOUR. And that’s not including the costs of Marine One, Secret Service, logistics and local police overtime. He has made six trips to eight countries (half the time taking along hundreds of his homeboy friends) not including his six vacation trips over 32 days. He spends $1.75 million to visit his Hawaiian chumps, and he has been there more than once.
And let’s not forget the millions he spent on his “Misery Tour” bus. Michelle has been to Spain, and Africa, and Chicago…and BOTH of them are scarfing down hot dogs, hamburgers, Taco’s, ice cream.. and that’s just what they let us see. They may not be fat yet, but they are both supreme gluttons of the highest order. And speaking of gluttons…
Susanne Eman, loves to eat. She has a goal to get as fat as she can. She’s weighs 727 pounds.
‘I’d love to find out if it’s humanly possible to reach a ton,’ she said.
Never mind that she has two young sons to raise and most of us are wondering just WHO is paying for all this food? You see, Obama has set such a fine example of gluttony that Susanne is trying just as hard as she can to get as fat as she can. She might not make it before she dies of a bacon overdose, but then Nobody’s Perfect.
And speaking of perfection— the Miami Football team has been going along with Obama’s gluttonous lead in how to spend as much of other’s people’s money on yourself as humanly possible. Prostitution, parties on yachts, drugs, you name it, they got anything they wanted, from a young man who clearly was a sports fan, including an abortion for a pregnant stripper. Nobody Knows how many other football teams are getting the same ” free for all” perks and prostitutes, but I bet none of us would be surprised, because really, Nobody Cares. We are more worried about our jobs.
And speaking of jobs: Last week they held a jobs fair in Atlanta, and over 5,000 black people showed up, dressed in their best outfits. And while this does not look good for the first black President, who is too busy playing golf to even care that his black brother and sisters are out of a job, this Nobody Reports that it was actually an uplifting sight to me. Here in St. Louis, the last time over 5,000 black people gathered in line here, was to get all their traffic tickets pardoned.
And speaking of pardoning: Nobody Wins when a president takes it upon himself to pardon over 300,000 illegal’s for entering our country unlawfully, without the approval of Congress. At least that’s the reported number, but this Nobody Wonders what the numbers really are…30 million? Obama just canceled any deportations, and is passing out the free educations as fast as his gluttonous hands can muster..
The real trouble is, the once “gluttous” nation of America, will become a more starving one, due to Obama’s habit of wanting to spend money he does not have. The illegal’s have more babies than anyone, and Obama has made sure it’s the American taxpayer who takes care of them.
Illegitimate births for all Americans have risen from 26 percent in 1990 to 41 percent today “and could be headed higher.” Among Hispanics, illegitimacy is 53 percent, among blacks it’s 73 percent, and among whites it has risen to a shocking 29 percent. The Heritage Foundation reports that 77 types of federal means-tested handouts already cost $522 billion per year before Obama took office. He increased this giant amount to $697 billion per year in the first half of his term, and now half of Americans depend for their living expenses in whole or in part on government handouts paid by the other half who pay income taxes.
And while we are on the subject of partying… Nobody Remembers another sight of greed, although it was disguised as a historical moment in our generation’s history. It was on August the 15, 1969, that over 400,000 people got drunk, stoned, and pretty much wasted 3 days sliding naked in the mud, at Woodstock. Is it any wonder that we elected the most greedy, man ever to sit in the White House?
As someone said just this week: “Obama is just another tin-pot dictator living lavishly at the expense of his subjects.”
And that reminds me…Obama once so said: You can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig.”
Nobody Thinks: Well, it takes one to know one, doesn’t it Mr. President? Have another hot dog, and …watch that lipstick.