That’s a nice dream and all, but seriously, put not much thought into empty clichés of popular freedom which are nothing but unattainable goals inspired by bed side stories of mythological peasants who achieved so called “revolutions of the people”, which are nothing but fictional stories created by the populace in order to keep their dirty little peasant kids distracted from the fact that they matter nothing in the grand scheme of things.
Tell that to Louis XVI.
Oh please, bore me not with stories from the past.
Will I burn you when I throw a bible at you when the Gaylords come and overthrow you due to your grasp of control, or lack thereof, in the near future?
And do you own a pig?
Since I could not grasp the meaning behind your word salad in the first question, I shall only reply to your second inquiry.
Yes, I own you.
You do not.
You’re still a filthy swine.
I am cleaner than thou,
for I am in possession of Suave, and Dove.
And a condom.
thee*
Do you ever grow weary of the aristocracy?
Do you ever grow weary of being a human? Albeit an inferior one.
Maxey, what’s that under your name?
The most resilient creature in the world. A proper match for the resilience of aristocracy under any circumstances over time.
What I mean to say is, do you ever grow weary of not being on top?
My peasant friend, I believe you made a factual mistake in your question. We are always on top, no matter what.
As much as you’d wish to see the Elite fall, it will never happen. And no, I will never grow tired of being on top. That would be akin to asking anyone if they ever grow tired of breathing or eating.
So, you are fine with being part of a group? Some unknown elite?
I was born in the elite. My life is the elite. Anything below that is no better than being dead. What else does your inferior mind need to know?
Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that. You will never be on top because you have to share it with other elites in the aristocracy.
I wouldn’t want that kind of burden. But just remember one thing, bub: Without us, there would be no aristocracy. You’d just be a bunch of nothings sitting on rocks. Don’t you forget that.
i bet he sucks at chess
That’s the kind of materialistic mindset that eschews your vision from the truth. Being part of the elite is not just a matter of having the most possessions and riches in the world. Being a member of the elite is a birthright and a cosmological privilege.
Any peasant can be as rich and command as much influence as any aristocrat, but they’ll still be inferior to our eyes.
Being part of the elite is a genetic occurrence. You’re not simply born into the elite, no. You’re born an elite. Elitism is not a convention, it’s a birthright. It’s burned into our genetic code and passed upon our future generation of elitists.
Now what does your weak and unimportant genes have to say to that?