Showing posts with label class war. Show all posts
Showing posts with label class war. Show all posts

Saturday, April 26, 2014

HIKETTY Piketty, BIG FAT HEN

You know the runaway best-selling nursery rhyme:
Hiketty, Piketty, 

My big fat hen, 

She lays eggs 

For gentlemen; 

Sometimes nine, 

And sometimes ten, 

Hiketty, Pikkety, 
My big fat hen! 
Well, a Mr. Thomas Piketty has lately written a runaway bestseller about how the rich are big fat Pigs pushing the rest of us into the poor house.

As no. 1 on Amazon.com, Mr. P's book is so popular it’s sold out. 

It's so hot you can't even buy a copy. 

From a review of Mr. Piketty’s book (which goes by the unbelievably boring title Capital in the Twenty-first Century): 
“... it was only the unique circumstances between 1930 and 1975 that allowed capitalism’s natural drift toward inequality to be reversed. These circumstances included two world wars, a global depression and an outbreak of debt-fueled recession, all of which conspired to destroy vast amounts of wealth....
 [TRANSLATION: "Pure" capitalism stinks like a skunk*.  It was only a fluke that it didn’t in the 1900s, when most of us were growing up.] 
“... in the United States [today] ... inequality in the distribution of both wealth and income surpasses that of class-bound Europe of 1900." 
[TRANSLATION: Unless you are a billionaire, you are the equivalent of a 1910 Dalton-Abbey footman, floor-scrubber or human fly-swatter]
... corporate executives and Wall Street financiers: ... their soaring compensation cannot be adequately explained simply by superior education or performance....”
 [TRANSLATION: While you split a gut working your hair off 24/7, lazy dumb dudes wallow in wealth they've barely worked for – and how fair is that?]  
IN THE eyes of Goddess, we're all monstrously lovable.  In Her eyes it's an abomination for one child to slurp food off solid-gold plates while another goes stick-thin hungry from starvation.
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* And you never want to smell like a skunk or settle near anything that does.  I know.  Several weeks ago my Akita Cassandra altercated with a skunk , and she (Cassandra) and I still aren't on the best of terms.