Thoughts on the G-Whatever Summit

If you came here looking for keen economical commentary... I apologize. Most likely you got a link from Yahoo or Google. The G-Whatever Summits are never about the economy or feeding the poor or who gets every dime in Mexico. So you ask, that begs the question, what is the G-Whatever Summit RILLY about?

I'm glad you asked. The G-Whatever Summits are really about hippies. I know, I was agog as well when I finally figured it all out, but here we are. The G-20 Summit this year is again awash in the unwashed college aged wankers out their screaming against capitalism and "The Man". In the event that you did not understand the type of people who mob up for these kinds of things, I will call them "Joiners".

Odds are not one person in ten really knows what they are their having their toddler temper tantrum about. If you speak to any of the "organizers" of the "joiners" not many of them can be coherent about what they are really there to scream and stamp their feet about. I'm pretty sure, without any of that investigative journalism crap, that they are mostly there because at the Hookah Party at the Frat house, it all seemed like a really good idea.

This year they all dressed in black, wore masks, and toted about signs that read "No Bail Out! No Capitalism!"

Interesting.

Come here Skippy the Hippie and let me lay this on you. You attend college because your parents were too ashamed at how you had turned out and they couldn't leave you on a street corner in the hopes you wouldn't find your way home. Some stupid do-gooder, somewhere, would find home for you and then all of their friends would know what parental failures they were. So it's college for you. And they are paying for it with money they earn in careers that allow them the privilege to ignore you to earn more money so you can go to college and scream and cry about the societal system which allows you to drink beer and smoke pot in college for 8-10 while you decide what you want to be when you grow up other than a professional hippie.

Now, listen carefully, Skippy the Hippie. This is how it works. Fat Cat Capitalists own companies which employ people of ability to do jobs for which they are paid money with which they buy houses, and goods and services which employ others to do jobs so that they, too, can buy houses and goods and services, and so on and so on. Just like the shampoo commercial.

If we do away with the Fat Cat Capitalists, or they finally figure out what your game is all about and take their balls and go to Galt's Gulch, then mommy and daddy can't afford for your 7th year of college without declaring a major, and you won't be eligible for a student loan, and you will have to go flip burgers for the the Fat Cat Capitalists who has jobs available in the Fast Food Industry. But watch out, jobs are scarce and good jobs are non-existent for little hippies that didn't do more in college than drink beer and smoke pot, all the while screaming about the fat capitalist pigs that were ruining the world.

One day the Fat Cat Capitalists will figure it out. And we will all do what you are asking. We will give you EXACTLY what you are asking for. And then I shall laugh as you all cry, scream, stomp your feet and throw your temper tantrums while you demand we come back and give you jobs and support you. You will scream, "This isn't what I meant!" And we will laugh. Because we know what you meant. And we'll not remind you that we are playing the game by your rules, because we suddenly understand what game you're playing and what the rules are, and we will realize that the rules always favored us, we just let you convince us, for so long, that they didn't.

So, watch out Skippy the Hippie. Watch what you scream for. Because we know we can easily, happily live without you. The reverse isn't even remotely true.