“Gibs me dat!” the crowds scream. “Gibs me dat!” They clamor for the easy release from stress and their worldly problems. The crowds are so enraptured with the idea of getting something for nothing, that when they reach their hands out to grasp what they deem so rightfully theirs, they don’t notice the shackles closing around their wrists. They gaze up at their new masters with love and affection. Their masters listened, didn’t they? They asked for the easy way, and their masters provided. And so the crowds were silenced. And when some on the fringes of the crowd notice the shackles and ask their masters about them, the crowds turn on them and tear them to pieces. The crowds cheer with delight, believing themselves free, and their masters tighten their shackles, smiling.
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