If all politicians in The White House were paid what the average citizen makes (removing the rich outliers from said average), they would have to actually put things into law that worked in favor of the people in order to get a pay increase.
If you’re convinced the people have power to change things, make this happen. Your representatives, if you even consider them that, have no motivation to lower their pay on their own.
I just woke up from this dream, and I would like to document it because it was such a good one it seemed like it was something from a great video game or movie that took place in 20 or 30 years from now.
The earliest thing I remember was being in the side of some large rocky hill where there was a cutout. A few other people were with me. We split into two groups and headed out. My group went below a suspension bridge of some sort and made our way up the access stairs. Before we got all the way up, though, group two radioed in warning us of an ambush.
The road that the bridge was on went through a tunnel in the hill we came out of. I guess the other group climbed the hill to get there, since they were shooting at some of the enemies that were going to ambush my group, which had to start shooting at enemies coming up the same stairs we came up. Some of us were unarmed, like myself, so we could only pretty much run for cover.
After the firefight, we continued down the road, away from the tunnel, and came to a strange complex. It was like a budget fortress, but in the style of an oil rig, and built in an artificial well, which meant to get in and out you had to climb down the ladder on the lad wall, then up the giant pole that held it up. Apparently, this was what I was here for. It was at this point, I had some sort of flashback.
I was in a building with some other people, watching some important news on the TV. The reporter said negotiations with… Some country I don’t recall the name of that doesn’t currently exist yet, had ended and the food, clothing, and other material shortages would soon be over. The flashback ended. I understood more than that, though; The supplies did come in, but due to the shut-down of businesses during the long negotiations, the goods had nowhere to go, so the government was just stockpiling them on these well fortresses.
I climbed down the ladder and waded through the 4-foot-deep water. The others that were armed did not follow me; I suspect for metal detection reasons. I climbed up the ladder which went through a hole in the main building at the top, taking me to the roof of it. I encountered a guard not far from there and had to fight him. I snuck up on the second one and knocked him out; he was guarding some boxes that hadn’t been put away yet. I started throwing the boxes off into the water below. This was done because people could get to the supplies at that point, and it was the best option I had.
I climbed down the building’s ladder and up the well’s ladder hoping I wouldn’t be caught on camera. After a while, though, I went back to see how much progress the people had been making, but no one had even tried. I went down to get some stuff, but I was caught on camera.
The dream skipped ahead to my next attempt at freeing unused supplies from a well fortress. This one was a bigger well and there were a few buildings at the bottom (not on oil rig-like stilts). I climbed up to the top to find not supplies, but one female government employee waiting. I’m not one to hit girls, but the dream was semi-lucid and she threw the first punch, so why not? Turns out the government was using the surplus stuff and the artificial scarcity to raise funds for biological modifications, which made this woman nearly invincible. By the time I realized this, I pushed her off the edge of the well fortress, and started to make my escape.
I couldn’t use the main ladder, because it was completely vertical and I’d be a sitting duck there, so instead I took the stairs down to the nearest building. As I got there, the biologically enhanced woman climbed over the other side of the same building, and ran towards me. Although she was clearly nearly unaffected by my last attempt, I continued the knock-her-off-the-building technique in order to make my escape. However, I woke up before I found out if I got away or not.
This semester I am taking four classes, but only three at any given time. Here’s the list in order of appearance through the day:
Political Science: I didn’t know science had anything to do with that! On the second day of class, the teacher said there wasn’t truly any science to it. Perhaps I’ll learn something in this class that will help me tolerate the condition of the world.
English Composition II: Just one of those classes I had to take. Maybe I’ll do better with my past/present/future tense in stories for a while after that class.
Macroeconomics/Microeconomics: These two economics classes last half a semester, so I get 6 credits for taking economics for one semester. Looks like they teach you market-based motivation before you even take the class. Also, what a typical class for a libertarian/anarcho-capitalist to take, huh?
Looks like all these classes will improve my writing here, too. Now I just need some actual readers!
“I heard a bank is going to be built there.” my mom said as we passed the old abandoned BP station. There is a fence around it now, which was the first change it has had for years. For some reason this was enough to pull my attention from the music I was listening to up to the window of the car. I never really noticed all of the banks that were already there.
I thought it may be interesting to take a good look at the neighborhood for the first time in a long time. The next building was clean, freshly painted, and… It was a church. It was quite unnecessarily tall, and hung over the next set of buildings, which was one of the many elderly neighborhoods in the area. These buildings look like they were taken from what I’d suspect a prisoner of war camp to be like. They’re small, nearly featureless, rectangular, and all an old shade of white.
The appeal to that neighborhood was that it was a short walk from there to the hospital. It was a nice-looking hospital, with a lot of nice cars out in front. There have always been BMWs and Porsches in front of that hospital, which I suppose happens when a nation says doctors must practice state-of-the-art medicine or not practice at all. Maybe it was just a good town to set up a hospital.
After some smaller medical buildings, we reached the intersection we’d be turning on, which mostly consisted of gas stations and fast food; you probably have one of those in your town. Turning the corner, I noticed the McDonald’s was almost done being remodeled. Really? They could be spending that on improving the food.
I wasn’t going to give their horrible food any thought, though. I had just observed the town I have lived near all my life, and it’s clear that it’s not owned by the people that live there.
