Ponder this, ye plebs of this our imminent economic pursuit: Governments, perchance, are but a projection of puissance, a perilous pact we’ve penned with the powers that be. Peace, that precious prize they proffer, comes at a ponderous price. Protection, they proclaim, is the pillar of this pact yet how oft do the placid masses, basking in their pastoral calm, fail to perceive that this peace is purchased by pushing violence past their periphery? Were it not for this perilous promise of physical prowess, each person would needs muster their own menacing pledge.
Prithee, consider too the profane players beyond the pale of governance; the mob, the mafia, those pestilent purveyors of protection. Many such packs wreak havoc more heinous, per poor soul, than the ponderous atrocities of potentates. So why, pray tell, presume there be no parallel powers, no potent entities outside the state’s purview, proffering services with principles and prices perchance more pleasing to thy palate than thy present overlords especially when we know of those far more pernicious?
Plebeians, the tapestry of society is woven with threads unseen by the common eye. As the pomp of nationalism pales across this planet, these hidden powers shall rise in prominence, and perchance new ones shall prosper. Plunge into the paradigm of decentralised pelf Bitcoin, our blazing banner of liberty! Permit the people their prerogative of choice. Pulverise the pillars of centralised rule. This, my kin, is the plebeian revolution we pursue!
