I usually use this space to talk about my writing, or, as it’s become more relevant to my current situation, my fight with the Direction de protection de la jeunesse du quebec.
As much tea as I have to spill about the scum-fucker cunts that are a complicit cogs in that infernal machine, today I’d like to focus on something more diabolical.
And that, simply expressed, is
eight billion versus three thousand. Or
8 000 000 000 VS 3 000
These numbers are rounded down from the current estimated global population of 8 200 000 000, or eight billion two hundred million (give or take a few million souls,) and the estimated 3021 billionaires on this planet.
You know how we talk about the One Percent?
Have I got some fucking news for you.
One percent of eight billion is eighty million. Eighty million; of them, three thousand of them are billionaires. 80 000 000 VS 3 000.
Now, I’m bad at maths, so thank god for spreadsheeting software.
If you plug the numbers in, three thousand people is 0.00375% of the 1.%
The rest of the 1% have an annual median income of about $60 000 a year. Or, what used to be a middle-class household income in America.
MOST OF THE 1% EARN FAR LESS THAN SIXTY THOUSAND AMERICAN PETRODOLLARS A YEAR. The global median income is around $10 000; On disability benefits, I earn about $12 000 a year. And we ARE the One Percent. That number includes the fifty-eight million (58 000 000) people who earn One Million Dollars a year (1 000 000.) That’s right; there’s a better chance, however slim, of working and honestly earning a million dollars.
We have more in common will millionaires than billionaires, and until trickle-down economics was introduced under Reagan, it was impossible for anyone to earn a billion dollars, and economists said it would be impossible for one person to even spend a billion dollars in their lifetime.
Now, most of these billionaire motherfuckers can drop that kind of paper and make it back in a few months. They don’t hold it in currency, but in assets. Through shell corporations, asset management operations and pure market manipulation, the Billionaire Class ensures that all they’re doing is raking more money from the bottom of the ladder, and redistributing it more laterally around the top.
There’s three thousand of them.
They have engineered this society to keep us at each other’s throats, fighting over scraps. Those scraps aren’t enough for all of is to survive off, and that is by design.
While we’re fighting over resources, race, religion, gender identity, sexual orientation, sports teams, media franchises, favorite colors and other identity politics, they are laughing and collecting more and more money by the second, by squeezing the other eight billion of us for every motherfucking thing that we are worth.
There’s three thousand (3 000) of them, distributed across seventy-eight (78) countries.
There’s eight billion (8 000 000 000) of us, in one hundred and ninety five (195) countries.
Do the fucking math; does the name Custer mean anything to anyone?