Assets

Assets

Lucy kept a close eye on her accounts. She enlisted the help of many others to do the bulk of the hard work and profited from it. She trained many young people. Lots that worked for her earned a good living. Her employees preferred to be paid a guaranteed amount and not be bothered by immense responsibility. Lucy grew her business organically, re-investing most of the profits. She made a name for herself. She handed vast sums to the tax collectors for them to distribute for the common good. She became wealthy. Was her wealth measured by the pile of promissory notes issued by the dependable banker? She didn’t store her wealth in gold and silver, she only holds a little silver and gold to run the business. She employed many craftsmen to build her a decent house. She owned the business. If one were to add up the value of all her assets they would arrive at a figure of 10,000 pieces of silver.

My shot misses. I try again. I aim the same amount in front of the target. My shot misses again. No different the third time. I did not try aiming a little further forward nor a little further back. I was doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result. That is insanity. Socialism has failed and failed and failed. It has been tried in slightly different forms and still failed. Knowing that socialism always fails, and that it will be insanity to try and impose socialism on people that really didn’t want it, the socialists took over. Forcefully. Free speech was abandoned. Consistent messaging was prevalent. Promises were made. The wealthy are to be brought down. Lucy is bad. Socialists are good, morally superior people.

Lucy forfeited her house. She tried in vain to sell it for 4000 pieces of silver. She would have sold it easily at that price before the socialists went on their economic rampage. There is a wealth tax now. The householders must pay ten percent of the value of the house each year. Some advised against such a high level, but these socialists have promised reform. The house was sold at auction. It fetched 200 pieces of silver. The business went into state ownership. The little gold Lucy had was given a haircut. Thirty percent was taken by the government. The value of Lucy’s wealth tumbled from ten thousand pieces of silver to less than five hundred, overnight. Wealth is illusionary. People are richer than others. However, assets are only worth what they can be sold for. Lucy was paying three hundred pieces of silver in tax each year. Now she will pay none. The business will provide some income for the nation, but the workers work less enthusiastically now. Less fences are put up. The sheep are all killed anyway as food ran short, so fences are not needed anymore.

The first year of the socialist revolution is fantastic. The streets are full of joy and jubilation. The wealth is distributed mainly to the party members, but some is handed to lowly comrades. By the second year, the jubilation has faded grey. Things plod along uncomfortably. Many people that protested are put in prisons. The schools train children, rather than educate them. They train them to be good moral socialist citizens. Free thinking is discouraged. Copy, copy, copy is the mantra. Where once a farm produced food to feed three hundred, it barely feeds seventy people now. Choice is gone. The range of foods, clothes and even haircuts are restricted. Bank accounts have haircuts as often as people have the hair on their head cut. A percentage is taken from the amount you have in your account. People stop saving. On the bright side, looking at it in a more positive light, the socialists did take one thing from capitalism. Namely, get others to do the hard work. The non-party member slog in the fields whilst those in charge live in a dream home with a sea view, kitchen cupboards stocked with food that the rest are restricted from having. The party members enjoy the finer things. They love art. They like to share the art. They put it on display for all to enjoy and revere. They have statues of their leaders built, fifty times the height of the comrades that built them. They need to be seen from afar and be imposing.

Socialism is selfishness personified. Power, control and the desire to be needed. The aim of socialism is to restrict and contain. To stop. To hinder. To damage the core of what human life can be. You the comrade are akin to a chicken. Fed, housed and exploited for four or five eggs per week. You shall not fly and battle the winds. You shall not explore far. You will be kept in check, kept near the coop. You will not be allowed to see what you can do. The leaders live a rewarding life. They sort the challenges that come their way. That is enjoyable. Solving problems is rewarding. That same opportunity to feel those rewards is taken from the lowly. That is selfishness personified. All in the name of principle. Socialist principles are evil dressed up in fancy clothes, tied together by lies and deceit. Semi-truths and dogma.

The socialists enjoy their work. They feel rewarded when they make changes. Happy that they count. They insist that retarded people do not work at all. They may be allowed to work in some voluntary fashion so long as they are not paid. They must not be paid less than the faster folk. They can’t work as fast as the faster folk, so retarded people are worth zero and most certainly not half what a fast person can take home each day. It doesn’t matter how much a retarded person complains about being left out. They are worth nothing, not three quarters of the pay, not a single fraction of a silver piece less than the rest. You either make the grade or live a dejected disappointed dull life. Selfishness personified, socialism. Community-ism.