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CEOs Being Executed

You make yourself rich by fucking other people over, and you're going to make enemies. Lots of them! No one should be executed the way that CEO guy was, but no millionaire in their right mind should  ditty-bop through the masses and not expect something bad to happen. 

No one knows the full story, and the conspiracy theories are certainly out there. Was this guy guilty of insider trading and about to blow the whistle on his wealthy international co-conspirators? Did the shooter lose a loved one because the insurance denied one claim too many? We don't know yet. We may never know.  The fact remains that the much-hated wealthy elite are nervously watching their backs now.

This shit reminds me of the way things are in Brazil. Just one percent of the population holds the majority of the country's wealth.  The gap between the rich and the poor is vast, and that's why the poor folks are going to extreme measures to take some of that wealth back.  If you look up life in Brazil, you'll read that the wealthy ride around in luxury cars that function as armored tanks. If they have to drive, they'll use their bulletproof vehicles and a shitload of security. Or they travel by helicopter to avoid mingling with the unwashed masses. They do this to avoid being kidnapped and being extorted for money. They got wise, and realized that's what happens when they're filthy rich, and everyone else is just filthy. (Sound familiar?)

If we want to see where we're going, take a good look at Brazil.  We may not be at the desperation level they're at, but for some folks, we're not too far off. When someone hurts or takes away someone we love, our first instinct is to grieve, then to retaliate.  Is it wrong to execute another human being? Yes. Is it surprising to see someone get shot because they make their millions off the suffering of others? Not one fucking bit.




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