'The World Has Divided Into Rich And Poor As At No Time In History' (Page 3)
chronology: Flashy. I never said Alex Jones was a 'Nazi'. But there are two main Political Parties in America. Alex would not be happy in either of them. He is a Right Wing Libertarian. That is fine unless you are a Democrat or Republican and you have to try and pay for schools, roads, child services, old folks homes, Military, Customs. That is fine unless you have to sit and try to consider the complexities of the Israel/Palestine, Ireland, China's effect on the world Ecology. Life is a lot easier as a Right Wing Libertarian who can just talk about gun control and Gas prices.
Outbackjack: With the recent G20 meeting in France we can all see that little has changed except the debt chickens are coming home to roost!
salisburycin: I wonder if they talked about how to calm the slaves down at the G20 meeting. I can't stand HipHop music. China copies our technology, slave their people so they can work them to death to make cheaply made products and sell them cheaper to us and pollutes the entire planet including the pacific. http://www.physorg.com/news170609243.html I'm sure that the west coast has contributated to the garbage pile but its mostly from the china, japan, OVER THERE.
salisburycin: I truely feel sorry for the peoples of Japan. There's going to be so many of them that will die a slow death because of the reactors. Babies will come out with major problems. I guarentee you that alot is being censored from the rest of the world.
salisburycin: Jack: When you copy and paste a article on here would you copy and paste the url too? It might be a site I would like to visit
franklin1950: equal redistribution of all wealth . an excellent idea .
i think 250,000 dollars each per year would be about right.
no one should be allowed to have more than 250,000 dollars in savings or equity . this selfish stuff could lead to accumulated wealth . bad bad bad .
employed or not ..... 250.000 dollars ..... for every one.
no more rich ... no more poor .
nothing should cost more to buy than it cost to produce ..... profit is bad bad bad
250,000 dollars per year . what could be bad in that ?
happpy days here at last. let the good times roll .
unexpected consecquences . no way.
the perfect solution.
no more class war
no more greedy rich
no more worries .
count me in .
franklin1950: right on .
and we should all have a equal amount of land . and not just some crappy piece of land but a piece of realistate that would make us happy .
we shouldn't have to pursue happinese . that would be unfair .
with total equality of life all would be right in the world .
what could possibly be bad in that ?
an equal piece of pie for all .
Outbackjack: There is some rule on here that we are not allowed to post links except Utube and wiki,Salisbury.
"Show me a Capitalist and I will show you a bloodsucker."
franklin1950: " the trouble with socialism is that it soon runs out of other peoples money "
salisburycin: OMG there are 2 jacks in here!!! Ok well outbackjack thx for the heads up and Jack Ethan thx for the update! I put the links on there to save space and plus some people just may not be interested and they can have the FREEDOM to opt out haha
LiptonCambell: >>>250,000 dollars per year . what could be bad in that ?
Where would this money come from?
franklin1950: a very good question . my perfect solution to this class discrepancy debate would create all new unsolvable problems.
LiptonCambell: ....umm....i suppose that's an answer....but that's not much a solution...money has to come from somewhere- and giving money away just de-values the currency...
franklin1950: the simplistic liberal answer is to tax the rich . but if everyone made the same amount the government in its wisdom could tax everone equally thus being able to continue to redistribute all money equally . no one richer or poorer than another . all having skin in the game
another answer would be be ... i don't give a shit were the money comes from as long as get mine.
i personally would emediatly retire having no longer any need to work and live the good life with my entitlement piece of the pie .
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