B. Lorenzo Buckinchere
Nov 17, 2024
There are only three main types of people on earth. Sadists, masochists, and hedonists. The rat race consists of all three to varying degrees. These are their roles.
First of all, what is the rat race? âIt is the fight for scarce benefits and spoils carried on by hostile tribes, who seem to be perpetually at war.â Who said those words? Pigs run the rat race, and rats run in the race.
John D. Rockefeller once famously said that he wanted a nation of workers, and not a nation of thinkers. That means that if a majority of the public were to think more objectively, they would figure out how to be truly fulfilled without needing a job. That would then cause a labor shortage which would be bad for business.
So Rockefeller sanctioned the foundation of the public education system as we now understand it, paid for courtesy of your property taxes. The public education system was designed to teach people what to think, and what to want, vs how to think.
While the children of the wealthy were privately tutored by their governess, and taught how to invest, the children of the working class were indoctrinated to want things they cannot easily afford, and to work for someone else just to be able to afford it. And all just so they could compete with the people they despise, while trying to impress the people who despise them.
They are given credit cards, and encouraged to apply for mortgages and auto loans with interest rates that would see them paying for the item at twice its cash value. First, they give you a mortgage to buy a house.
Then on that house, they charge you a property tax that they then use to fund your public schools where they plan on indoctrinating the next generation of taxpayers, and the cycle continues.
That is a very evil thing to do, and it makes you feel sorry for the working class. You almost want to feel sorry for them, without the proper context, that is. Because as we say in Jamaica, âIf you feel sorry for a âmawga dawgâ (skinny dog), he will turn around and bite you.â
For many years, I participated in the rat race, and by participating, I thought I was a part of the group. In every instance, I was befriended by my colleagues, they all made me feel accepted.
I thought we shared common interests, and were able to resonate with each other, so I never suspected a thing. Instead, I was met with the nightmarish reality of being constantly gangstalked, and railroaded out of one job after another.
First, they would befriend me, then try to get close to me in order to spy on me. Then it wasnât long before the inevitable happened. No, they didnât ghost me. I wish they did. They betrayed my trust, and turned on me like the rats that they all are.
This went on for 18 years, and I could not understand why. I thought they were racist (some of them probably were) until I realized that it was mostly my fellow immigrants within the melting pots of America who were doing this to me.
This is having more to do with competition than it is having to do with racism. It was then that I finally realized why they call it the rat race. What could I possibly expect to find in the rat race, if not a bunch of hoodrats?
Your colleagues are not your friends, they are your competition. This is not limited only to the employees at your immediate job, but also your neighbors, bartender, grocer, cafe barista, your sonâs teacher, and the girl who works at the Verizon store.
It includes random commuters on the subway who you will never see again, and even the very âmissed connectionâ you saw at the mall the other day who you were hoping you would eventually end up dating, you poor schmuck.
Someone who is preoccupied with using people to get ahead is not thinking about dating you, nor being your friend. Respect this truth, or the delusion will disrespect you.
This is most unfortunate, because my thought process is that if the system is so evil, wouldnât we all be richer for banding together to resist the powers that be? That is the most natural solution that anyone would arrive at when faced with such a dilemma.
In reality, most people only want to make easy money without having to think too much, and I become the enemy for upsetting the apple cart by thinking too much.
The rat race is filled with broken, insecure people who like their dysfunction, and want to keep it that way. That way, they are able to make excuses, and get away with carrying out acts of degeneracy. The public will just laugh it off as, âlol, she crazzzzeee!â
They would actually feel safer around the crazy, degenerate type, than the strong, silent type. They will often cut their eye at him and suck their teeth like, âhe just weird!â Anyone who is that broken and insecure will always seek control over other people so they can feel more important than they really are.
They know they are powerless in the world, and they need an enemy so they can live out some kind of hero complex. If no one wants to be their enemy, they will create one. Often, it is the strong, silent type who is going his own way.
This makes them very angry, as it is a total loss of control, and you are not validating their ego, nor their fake friendship. You just donât care. In this case, they will double down and twice as much make you their enemy, because now they want revenge for you not validating their fantasies.
You would have never chosen this for yourself. You were targeted by a narcissistic cult for a machiavellian agenda in their delusional little world. You are NOT their enemy, they are YOURS.
That is their choice because they could have fought alongside you, against the common enemy of the working class, but that requires sacrifice, and all they want is a false sense of power, and an easy buck.
So they instead chose to make you their enemy because they figured you are an easy target, and you canât easily retaliate, nor escape their clutches. This is not just one, nor is it a handful of hoodrats who feel this way. It is literally EVERYBODY.
That is the rule, not the exception. So the way I figure it, the working class is quite content with the way things are. They get fake social validation. They get to eat, drink and fuck themselves into oblivion, and they can sleep good at nights knowing fully well that they are stepping over the graves of men like me. They are not dying of starvation, and they are NOT the victims in any of this. They are the main perpetrators.
Even if the oligarchy had an agenda, they would not be able to effectuate that agenda without the consent of the public. Especially now with the advent of the internet when everyone should know better.
The people may be willful participants, but they are not sheep. Sheep donât know any better, hoodrats do, and are ok with it so long as they have one target who the public can all agree is their common enemy.
Thing of it is, why do the working class hate me so much? I recently realized that it is because I remind them of the wealthy elites they envy so much. But how could that be? I am a minimalist who keep to myself.
It is because my mannerisms are different from theirs. Because I donât think with a ghetto mentality, and I carry myself with more dignity and self-respect. And in their stupid little insecure minds, that reminds them of the wealthy, and they think that I am showing off and being an âUncle Tom.â
So now, because they have easier access to me, than they have to the wealthy, they have decided to make me their target. The fact that they all saw this, and didnât tell me lets you know the kind of rat bastards I have been dealing with this whole time.
In fact, they told us as kids to stay in school, and get a job to stay out of trouble. And that was exactly what I did, but thatâs also where I met all of my enemies. The place where I was supposed to be safer.
This is what you get when you aim for low-hanging fruit, because I truly did not belong on any of those jobs, when what I should have done was to become self-employed right from the jump.
The only thing that was stopping me at the time was an accurate working knowledge of rat race competition, or the lack thereof. And the lack of a clear sense of direction.
Now that I know what I know, make no mistake, I have no sympathy for the hoodrats. They deserve to stay trapped in the very rat race they love so much. Oh, wait! Whatâs that you say? Itâs no longer fun being in the rat race because I left?
Sucks to be you! You had many chances to join me in building wealth and power in the world, but you would rather work against me. The long and short of it is that the rat race is a game of divide and conquer.
The elites use propaganda through church, school, and media influences to mold the general mindset of each culture. Before you know it, they have the working-class fighting amongst themselves.
This is due to the fact that they used the media to spread the idea that immigrants are coming over here to steal their jobs. Then there is the race among immigrants pertaining to who is more Americanized, or who came over here first, or who can change their accent the best.
Divide and conquer may have been an agenda of the elites, but it was the working-class hoodrats who were willful participants. The people I once believed to be my peers led me to believe that the oligarchs and the politicians are my enemies, and there is definitely some truth to that.
But they are not the ones who are gangstalking me, and looking to sabotage my life at every turn, so they are NOT an immediate threat to me. The government needs me to gain income in order to tax it, and the oligarchs need me to have income in order to spend it with them. That leaves only one class of people who could possibly benefit from sabotaging me.
That class consists of the most dangerous enemies as they are the ones I encounter on the daily, so they have easier access to get to me. Does that mean that I will join forces with the elites? No, I will form my own power circles without becoming involved with one side, or the other.
The complaints of the working-class are of no concern to me. Only crazy people continuously support the very people they are complaining about. It is the responsibility of the working-class to rise above their conditions. I am NOT their hero. I donât have wings on my back.
Why should I sacrifice myself for a blasted bunch of ingrates when I might not even get to enjoy the fruits of my own victory? And just like that, the system will continue to thrive, indefinitely. Accepting reality for what it is, it is now for me to figure out how I am going to let the system work for me.
Do you remember when I said that there are only three types of people on earth? Sadists, masochists, and hedonists? Well, one might believe that the bankers, politicians and the media are sadists in their undying lust for power, the working class are hedonists for âturning upâ every weekend.
And that I am a masochistic glutton for punishment for upholding truth despite the hefty price to pay for doing so. Just because I wonât sell out my ideals to join the herd doesnât mean that I am a masochist.
In reality, the politicians are sadists, because they love power over pleasure. The working-class are sadists, masquerading as masochists, because they love power over pleasure, and they also get some of their power from playing the victim. I am one of very few people on earth who are truly hedonistic, because I love pleasure over power.
Of course these statements are over-generalized, but you get the picture. The people who love power, loves to victimize the people who love pleasure. That is because what better measure of power is there than to strip away the pleasure of a hedonist, and watch as he is forced into serving a masochistic role outside of his control.
Hence why they are sadists. You see, once you learn to think evil like them, they really are not that hard to figure out. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
The good news is that no hedonist is going to sit there and let a sadistic bully torture them long term. For the hedonist, self-preservation is paramount. Hedonism is not just about the love of pleasure, but also the love of self.
The hedonist will always pursue pleasure, but if the pleasure comes with pain, then the hedonist will undoubtedly decide that the pleasure is not worth the pain, and peacefully move on to something else.
Forgive me if it seems like I am all over the place, but this is a complex topic. Thanks for reading.
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