What is rent?
Before I explain that, a little history lesson about what the origins of the word 'rent' is.
It is the modern day version of the homage surfs payed to their Lords back in the good ol' days of the middle ages for the privilege of being allowed a squalid hut to live in on the Lords land.
It's no accident that the person that you pay for the honor of living on their land is nowadays known as a "Land Lord". After all, only Lords could own land, peasants simply being part of the Lords property, and property can't own property itself.
By owning land, the Lord owned everything on it...the trees, the water, and the peasants. The peasants didn't have any say in this matter, because to go somewhere else was to become the property of some other Lord, since ANYTHING on the Lords land was his, whether he wanted it there or not.
Fast forward through the Renaissance to the modern day. The concept of someone 'owning' another person is considered barbaric and cruel, being labeled slavery.
But when the average American pays 40% of their income, earned by trading time from their life for money, and then handing over the results of that exchange to a Land Lord, doesn't it seem more like the kind of tax that the peasants had to fork over to their master, a Lord?
Certainly does to me.
In what other context of modern society would it be considered fair to take 40% of someones life effort from them? Not once, not twice, but every month for their entire adult life, right up until they're dropped into the grave?
I can't think of anything.
And, should someone
dare to have the
audacity to NOT pay rent? Well...we can't have that kind of rebellious behavior to go unpunished, now can we? Otherwise, we'd be up to necks in freeloading peasants, now wouldn't we?
This is the real reason for the continued persistence of the usurious taxation known as 'rent'.
It's not because the Land Lord is providing such an incredibly valuable service that he gets to charge what he does.
No.
It's because the higher powers, those who have inherited the mantle of
noblesse oblige from the feudal Lords, feel the need to keep the masses oppressed (which is a good thing, actually) through economic slavery, lest they be able to rise up (financially) and become [sub]gasp![/sub] the equals of their former Masters.
This is the real origin of rent...economic slavery.
Back in the ye ol' times, the Lords were parasites that bleed the host of their subjects bodies nearly dry, not only to fatten themselves up, but also to keep their subjects too poor and weak to throw off the parasite.
Imagine a vampire that sucks just enough blood out of a captive victim to leave him alive, but too weak to resist. A scene from the
Bram Stokers Dracula movie comes readily to mind.
Anyways...just like the vampire, the Lords knew they had to keep their victims weak (poor), otherwise they'd lose their easy meal and might actually have to make their own way, without others fattening their coffers for them.
But onerous taxation had the nasty side-effect of angering the peasants, who'd often rebel, either openly by killing their Lords, or secretly by not paying the full 'rent' and keeping the balance for themselves.
When this happened, the Lords would have two choices:
The first required killing peasants, which is akin to a vampire draining its victim dry, because a parasite can't live without a host, so killing peasants was counter-productive.
The second was to increase the 'rent' to make up for the shortfall, but this was a vicious cycle, because increasing the 'rent' increased the rebellious behavior of refusing to pay 'rent'.
'Course, back then, it wasn't called 'rent', it was called 'tax'.
Eventually the Lords wised up and came up with a new scam to suck their prey to feebleness that didn't provoke the rebellious behavior.
A new word, 'Rent', was used to replace the more accurate word 'Tax', and, rather than slaving away in the fields to pay a tax to your Liege Lord, you now slaved away in the fields to pay 'rent' to your land Lord.
The thing that confuses most people as to the real nature of the arrangement is the intermediate stage of a Boss.
See, the Boss, regardless of who you work for or what you do, is the enforcer of the Lords will.
You work for the Lords, but give your life-force to a Boss in exchange for worthless colored paper tokens. You then give these tokens to your Lord as proof of your allegiance and loyalty to his continued prosperity.
He knows the tokens are actually more worthless than toilet paper, since you can't even comfortably wipe your ass with them, but he knows he can trade the toilet paper to other Lords for actually useful commodities due to a mutually agreed upon fiction known as 'Money'.
And now, because of this very simple arrangement, the Lords are no longer bothered by pesky peasant rebellions. Why? Because the peasants now believe that they are free to actually choose their own destinies, be the captains of the ship of their lives, and all that good stuff.
But it doesn't matter where they go because the Lords are everywhere. Anywhere the peasant goes, he pays homage to a Lord, whether he knows it or not, because the Lords know full well that for every peasant that leaves, another will replace him.
Oh, and for you fools who think that, because you are living in a house, you are somehow better than the rest of your fellow peasants...you're the most deluded of all because you've thought the most unbelievable lie imaginable...that you are somehow a Lords equal!
In fact, you're the most loyal of all peasants because you've signed away 20 to 30 years of your life away, in advance, to a Lord, locking yourself in to a 'Mortgage', which is another one of the Lords euphemisms for 'Indentured Servitude'.
Back in the ol' days, after the Renaissance, but before the 20th century, you'd agree to so many years as a Lords servant, in exchange for some trifling reward.
Well, the Lords haven't forgotten this useful trick.
Now they get peasants to agree to paying half their life to them in exchange for their 'freedom' from rent.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
Fools!
It's just a different word for the same thing...SLAVERY.
By making the chains of gold, rather than iron, the Lords have discovered that the slaves no longer rebel. In fact, the slaves become
eager for the chains to be put on them.
Let us say that you work 30 years, and get the 'deed' to 'your' house. Now what happens? You think you're going to become a Lord yourself by requiring rent from others that you deign to let stay on 'your' property.
A fools dream.
You're going to be spending the rest of your life paying taxes on the value of that property to yet more powerful Lords, known as county/state/federal government.
Sell it? Pay tax.
Improve it? Pay more tax.
Die? Your heirs pay yet more tax.
No matter what, if you pay anything for where you are living, you're a peasant.
Emperors of old lived in palaces, and kings in castles.
Genghis Khan lived in a yurt, a tent made of wood and skins, but he didn't pay anyone a damn thing for the privilege, did he?
True Lords don't pay anyone a damn thing for living anywhere. Quite the opposite.
So, like any true Lord, I'm not paying anyone a damn thing for where I live anymore. In fact, I haven't been paying homage to anyone for 8 months now.
How?
"NBK must be scamming someone."
Nope.
"Ah, then he's mooching off of some bitch."
Nigger, please.
"NBK must be living under a bridge then, because no one lives rent-free."
To the contrary!
See, in most places in the civilized world, there are more places to live than people to occupy them, except most people are sheep, not wolves.
Sheep insist on the comfort of a warm pen with soft hay and fresh water.
Sheeple insist on the comforts of running water, electricity for light, and gas for warmth.
But I'm a wolf.
And, as a wolf, I don't need these things to survive but, in fact, thrive in their absence.
Wolves laugh at the cutting knife of a winter wind, sleep on the bare earth, and drink from stagnant pools.
Harmless animals have pens, but predators have lairs.
Like the Spartans of old, the lack of material comforts has hardened me.
For the last eight months, I've been living in a house that just so happens to be deserted, and has been for years.
No water, no electricity, no heating or air conditioning.
Sub-freezing cold, sweltering heat, vermin and leaking roofs mean nothing to me.
I sleep on the floor.
I walk through pitch black rooms at night, the noise of rats running in the attic and the chirping of crickets outside the only sound to be heard.
I use a propane burner in the fireplace for cooking, only having used a one pound cylinder in the last four months, eating most of my food cold from cans.
I walk miles almost everyday, with a 20 pound pack on my back, up and down hilly roads in all weather and temperatures, rather than riding the bus.
Yet, despite these
supposed hardships, I remain respectful of myself. Derelicts that allow themselves to fall apart into stinky, unkempt, and filthy shambles are pathetic untermensch.
Despite having none of the
supposed basics of civilization, I remain clean and presentable.
I bath every day with water I walk in on my back.
I piss in bottles, and shit in plastic bags, that I carry out on my back.
I wash my few clothes in a laundromat every week.
This is what a wolf can live like.
"That's too difficult for me. I couldn't live like that."
FUCK YOU!
| Saravok wrote: |
Obstacles are not the scourge of the living, as some people think; rather, they exist to crush the weak until they are reduced to shit, and to strengthen the strong until they become as cold and as hard as steel. |
Cold forged steel is the hardest steel there is.
(NOT referring to Saravok[sub]v[/sub])
This is why you'll be someone else's slave, FOREVER, because you're weak shit that can't overcome even a simple obstacle like rent slavery, thus you are crushed under the heel of a Lords rent boot.
It was hard at first, giving up all the comforts of the warm pen, but wolves don't thrive in captivity, no matter how comfortable the cage.
Having broken free of the pen, and created a lair, I've thrived since then.
Despite my supposedly 'deprived' living conditions, I'm now quite comfortable in my spartan living conditions.
I'm certainly not thrown back to the dark ages, as I've composed this screed on a laptop in my lair, backing it up to a PGPdisk volume on an external firewire drive. The battery is charged up at work, one of the very few useful things that the place provides.
The theft or destruction of anything in my lair (except my data, hence the external drive I take with me everywhere) is of no concern to me, as everything in my lair is already ashes in my mind and easily replaced.
No longer do I have to give a shit about my neighbors.
No anxiety over some fruitcake landlord snooping through my belongings.
I can just imagine some lames here and elsewhere chuckling to themselves, thinking "Haha! NBK is homeless!"
Lames, all of them.
See, homeless people are exactly that, home LESS, as in without a home. I've got a home, it's just not mine.
RTPB "Anything free must be exploited".
This could technically be called "Squatting", but that's misapplied in my case, because that's what homeless people do to get off the streets. I've never been on the streets. I went straight from paying rent (to a race-traitor faggot) to lair'ing.
Yes, lair'ing. That's a more proper term for what I'm doing.
Lair'ing is not the act of desperation by losers who can't keep their jobs, sanity, or control over a substance abuse problem, but rather the conscious choice of someone who could otherwise continue paying rent, but has decided to get off the rat-wheel of rent slavery and live free.
As an example of one of the many advantages I enjoy, compared to the sheeple peasants:
Some assholes, known as "customers", gave me a hassle at work, so I gave them pain in return.
Now they've tried several times to find where I live, presumably to exact some P.E.T.T.Y. revenge by stealing my ashes or trashing my lair.
The RTPB of "Check your Six'", being innate to me, alerted me to their amateurish attempts long before we were anywhere near my lair, giving me plenty of time to run a cleaning routine.
As Mega said when I told him about this:
"What are they going to do? Steal things you don't care about? Slash the tires of a car you don't own? Or thrash a house that isn't yours?"
Exactly.
Another advantage is that anyone who wants to find me by searching for my name or other identifying information for utilities, credit checks for rentals, etc, will come up with a big fat zero on that, as I've none of those things.
They could find me through my job, but that'll soon be a dead end too.
Internet too, as the laptop means war-driving, and using the sheeples' bandwidth as my own, and leaving the pigs with a dead-end on that aspect.
Friends and family have long since been dead ends.
Same for DMV, insurance, medical records, and all the other crap that people leave little breadcrumbs in that lead right up to their doors.
This is one of the worst crimes a person can be guilty of nowadays...being invisible and untraceable to ZOG and their lackeys.
Is it any surprise that everything is slowly being strangled with technology to make every move and purchase traceable by government goons? That banks report every cent to the tax man, licenses to drive are controlled by taking your picture and fingerprints (DNA soon), etc, etc, etc?
Not in the least.
But, as long as you're trading your life away in an endless pursuit of trivial possessions that really do nothing, and paying a Lord a majority of your life, then ZOG is going to leave you alone. Why shouldn't they? They know that you're contentedly grazing in the pen of consumerism, fat and happy, as any good sheep is, thus nullified as any kind of threat to them.
Wolves on the other hand, can't be penned, only caged, and that only at the cost of eternal vigilance as they are prone to escaping at a moments laxity.
Most people are owned by their possessions, not the other way around, despite what they may like to think.
Wolves only have tools, not possessions, because tools are useful, possessions useless.
Yet, in an ironic twist, I've got more things now than I did before I started lair'ing.
Why?
Because, in my case, I gained an instant 80% increase in my income. The 40% I no longer pay in rent, plus a 40% increase in my pay (more hours, compared to previously) after my nominal 'boss' was informed of my 'plight' of 'homelessness', and that the local leftist liberal rags might be interested in a story about a working stiff who was forced *boo hoo* into 'destitution' by an uncaring and greedy corporation.
Now I've got all kinds of tools I couldn't afford before, like the digital camcorder, laptop, etc. And I've still got several $K more in my pipe safe, with thousands more $ to come.
If I was someone other than NBK, than it'd be easy to blow the largess on stupid shit, like some of my co-workers who make more than $10/hour, compared to my minimum wage, but who spend it all on 'partying' and are broke all the time.
Kind of reminds me of the story of "The Ant and the Grasshopper." I even call one of them grasshopper to her face, though I know the meaning is lost on her.
My philosophy is that if it's not going to make me money, then I'm not spending money on it, food and the DVD being exceptions of course.
So I am the master of the tools I control, who's sole purpose is to strengthen me, not weaken me.
So throw off the shackles of rent slavery! Join me in running free through the shadows of the urban forest, as a wolf in search of fat sheep to feed upon, rather than being one of the bleating sheep waiting in terror of the wolf that feasts upon its flesh.
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