Money

We live in a world, or society for lack of a better word where money makes up the difference between the upper and lower class of people. I for one believe those terms, upper and lower class, are separatists in themselves. Even if money wasn't an issue and it was based on something else, like the amount of cardboard we all possessed, it would'nt matter. There would still be that difference of people, that dreaded name used to describe how much or how little you have. If all you had was a cardboard box, then you would be considered the worst off or "lower class" of the cardboard people. And vise-a versa if you had a whole acre lot of cardboard boxes. You would be the Don Mega of the corrugated colony. Money is a drug, like all things that we crave and desire. One of the best ways to describe this I have ever seen had to be the nineteen eighty something classic, "Trading Spaces." It was a comedy starring Dan Akroyd as a "well-off" stock brocker and Eddie Murphy as a dirt poor, drunk, vagrant. The details to this movie in relationship to this blog entry is quite inconsequential. But basically what happens is Eddie and Dan trade spaces as to say, dan becomes a hobo and Eddie becomes a millionaire. The two of them have no idea what to do with themselves, Dan goes out of his mind, drunk and adorning a Santa costume. Eddie does what every honest American would do in a situation such as this, he milked it until the tit ran dry. Now what I'm trying to say by explaining this 80's flop is that it shows truthfully and honestly what happens to us when money is either added or subtracted to our lives. We turn into different people and have no idea what do with ourselves. The exact same can be said for heroin or cocaine. The only difference is money doesent make us feel good physically when we possess it. We feel good while spending it, just as a junkie on 6th street feels amazing shooting up his next mainline. All money ever has been since it's creation to replace what? Something that man has coveted since the dawn of ages, gold. Why you might be asking yourself? Well thats's simple, with gold you can make things. You could make a gorgeous necklace for your significant other, or you could gold stamp that leaf you found when you were seven in the ally and keep it forever. Money, what can be made out of money for our enjoyment or posperity? Nothing. All that can be done wityh money is purchase. Buy. Spend. Now! Don't hold onto that green piece of paper you worked so hard to earn and save, come over here and give it to me so that I can in turn, GIVE you this golden stamped leaf that's fake that I just got through making in the back. We need to stop putting all of our faith, our love, our asperations behind the shadow of the mighty dollar because no matter how hard you try to make that next 6k figure, it won't be enough to fill and feed your thirst for more. Once you come into money, you become dependent on it and you find that new little thing that you must have for whatever reason and then you think, "If I just spend three more sleepless weeks at the office, I could finally get this thing that I must have." Now whether this thing is a mortgage or something unimportant, your still a slave to it and wanting it. People think that the more money you have, the better you got it, and this isn't true. The more money you got, actually the MORE bills and bullshit you have to put up with from Uncle Sam. But, with all that money also comes the inevitable change in thought and attitude towards your fellow man and the world in general. As with everyone, The psycological change that takes place is the fact you have nothing to worry about. If your hungry, go up the street to the grocery store or better yet, why not, go to the resturant a little ways down the road and pay someone ELSE cook it and prepare it for you. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying any of this is wrong or bad. I'm simply trying to get people to take a step back and just look at themselves. Just to look and see what we've become as a people, as a society, as a whole. All we are to the untrained eye is a slew of crackheads. Except it's not a glass tube with a rock in it that we're lighting and it's not smoke we are inhaling. It's the basic morality of a human being that we're torching and it's our soul that we exhale instead of inhale. Mindlessly and monotonosly we drudge through our day, dragging our feet all the while as we strive to make more and earn more or worse yet, steal more. Some people want to tell me that human beings are the stronger race, the more intelligent and less animalistic. This is true in a sence, but when the dollar isd introduced into the equation, we turn right back into our most primal and simplistic beings. We'd do anything for that money, wether it's sellingstocks to the wealthiest and most important people on Wal-street, or selling your body for twenty-five dollars a fuck behind Elm Street, we're all whores for that green paper. People these days just walk completly numbed and descensitized to this fact. It's everywhere you look. Turn on the t.v. and what do you see? Buy this! Invest in this! Your ugly unless you buy my product! Spend More! Always More!!!! Never Enough!
Media and music alike tells us everyday that we constantly need to spend more money. Your life's asperations, your goals in the world amount to shit if you can't get paid for it and no one cares about what has happened to humanity. All anyone cares about anymore is how hot they're latte is or what time the new episode of America's Next Top Dancer is. Have we really become so emotionless and pathetic that we can't even see the destruction taking place right before our very eyes? Are our wallets really that important that basic morality, feeling, and self-respect go out the window? Look, I understand we all need it to survive and it's a kill or be killed world out there, I'm just pointing shit out. I'm simply saying that humans need to quit holding ourselves so high on the list of animals cuz believe you me, we can be just as instinctivly cruel as a lion munching on a cute little bunny when our sacred paper is fucked with.