The rich are thieves, and they know it. They will kick your fat ass if you dare to articulate any ziggy signs of human lucidity. And Homo sapiens kill one another and make money at it. The rich are mean. Ask anyone who has ever worked for them cleaning up the mess. They do whatever they want because they can. I cannot tell you what I really think. I get kicked off this platform. I insinuate. Gatekeepers frown. So yesterday. The issues are class and power. I am a Marxist. Begin again. Owners. Workers. Tension. Suspicion. Animosity. Burn out. I listen when the bourgeoisie tell me all about the next mountain of stuff they’re going to buy and they can’t wait. They want a new car, a new loan, a new phone, and a new gun times ten. The neurological list goes on. I listen when the badly educated rich talk about how to save themselves from taxes. The Art of What We Want is deeply strange.