A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, `Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?’
The son hesitated a moment and his father’s thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished.
Finally, the son said, `Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.’
The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, `If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have.’
And so, the next day, the son was given as his bithday present a pink ping pong ball.
The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again.
The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,’ replied the son, `I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.’
The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, `If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have.’
And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.
The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again.
The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,’ said the son to this, `I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls.’
The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. `A carton of pink ping pong balls?’
`A carton of pink ping pong balls,’ the boy confirmed.
`I can’t understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls,’ said the father, `but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have.’
And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls.
The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared.
`Dear son,’ said the father, `I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?’
The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. `Please humour me, dear father.’
The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again.
The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son’s 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday.
`Dearest father,’ the son started, `I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls.’
One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humour his son’s wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory.
The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home.
The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left.
The following year, one day before the son’s 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong.
`Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible.’
It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country.
The next day, the father took his son to the harbour and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there.
`Father,’ the son said, `You’ve made me very happy yet again.’
That night, the son spent on board the tanker.
The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy.
A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital.
His father visited the young man in hospital. `My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?’
Weakly, the son sat up in bed. `Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls.’
The father held his son’s hand tightly. `Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls.’
`Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls.’
The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk.
`Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls.’
The son nodded weakly.
The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son’s hospital room.
`Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls,’ the father requested.
The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter.
`I-’ the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth.
Then he died.
There are now more Americans in jail than were in Stalin’s Gulag Archipelago
May 9, 2013
There are now more Americans in jail — 6 million — than there were in Stalin’s Gulag, reports Fareed Zakaria, in a column called “Incarceration Nation.”
And it’s not just a relative population thing.
The U.S. has 760 prisoners per 100,000 citizens. How does that compare to other countries?
It’s 7-10X as high:
- Japan has 63 per 100,000,
- Germany has 90 per 100,000
- France has 96 per 100,000
- South Korea has 97 per 100,000
- Britain has 153 per 100,000
And it’s a rapidly exaggerating trend: In 1980, the U.S. only had 150 prisoners per 100,000 citizens. More than half of America’s 6 million prisoners are in jail for drug convictions, with 80% of those in jail for “possession.”
|—||Mark Twain, “The Lowest Animal” (via thinksquad)|
|—||Human, All Too Human - Friedrich Nietzsche|
If you want socialism go live in the UK….this is America: a Democratic republic based on capitalism. We’re not perfect, but it’s better than anything else. Capitalism rewards those who work hard.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SURE THING MATE
Firstly, the UK isn’t Socialist. Its a capitalist country that has an extended welfare state created by Social Democrats (though that is now being destroyed, forcing many people into poverty thanks to neo-liberal economic policies).
Moving on… The USA? Democratic? If you call an extended security appartus with a militarized, racist police force and only half the population turns out to vote (and millions of people with criminal convictions are disenfranchised) a democracy. I call it an oligarchy with a democratic facade. And thats how it has always been.
Also the USA was founded on hard work. The hardwork of the millions of slaves that produced cotton to bring in wealth of the fledgling colonies. But that work wasn’t rewarded.
That isn’t even capitalism though. Capitalism rewards those who work hard. Thats why their are millions of immigrants working the fruit fields in California, doing all-day shifts with no breaks in the hot sun, while the children of rich fuckers go to the best universities to become financiers and stock brokers.
^^^ This guy knows nothing about America. Come love here before reading books and passing judgment.
I have been to America, though I have never lived there.
Though, that doesn’t stop me from knowing some basic facts.
The United States of America was founded through the forced displacement of indigenous peoples.
Its economy was kick started by producing cotton for English markets, and it was slaves, millions of slaves, who picked that cotton.
It stole several of its states from Mexico in a brutal war of expansion.
Since its foundation it has, very, very rarely been at peace.
It robbed the wealth of the third world, especially Latin America (where it installed military dictatorships in almost every single country).
That isn’t peace. That isn’t rewarding people who work hard. That isn’t liberty.
That is brutal exploitation. The birth of capitalism demanded the sacrifice of millions.
A settler state preaching of liberty upon a pulpit of bones.
Everything you say is subjective opinion…. Which makes you sound more jaded and biased. Very colony the UK has established is STILL a place embattled with conflict. Seriously you limy fuck, isn’t it tea time?
So every thing I have said (despite just stating historical facts) is subjective…
Saying that the settlers of the US killed the indigenous peoples is just subjective…
Saying that the US economy was kickstarted by slavery, that is just subjective too.
The Mexican American War… Subjective.
The Trail of Tears… Subjective.
The Vietnam War… Subjective.
The overthrow of the Allende Government in Chile by the CIA backed military… Subjective….
Yeah, its all just my opinions. Luckily my opinions line up with the actual historical facts.
Also… NOT EVEN ENGLISH. I am Australian.
And I never said that other countries didn’t do all this shit.
All the colonial settler states did it. Australia committed fucking genocide and enslaved South Sea islanders.
I know that about the country I was raised in.
Why don’t you wisen up about your own heritage. Because I am neither from the UK or the USA but I seem to know a damn well more than you do about both.
capitalism rewards those who were born rich, and punishes those who weren’t.
socialism allows everyone to live a good life, and though it still allows the opportunity to get rich, it does so while also preventing exploitation and plutocracy and making sure everyone is provided for and no-one is in poverty.
unfortunately, there has yet to be an actual socialist country, though it is the ideal all nations should strive for
I think the point we need to focus on is simply that profit under capitalism is derived directly from the exploitation of workers. All workers under capitalism are exploited because of this extraction of surplus value.
We can’t slip into this American conception of Socialism, which is a confusion between socialism and social democracy.
Under socialism, we are completely changing the concept of wealth because there is no longer such a thing as profit, or a worker and boss. We are instead presiding the free association of producers. You don’t have the opportunity to get rich in the capitalist sense, that is extract immense amounts of surplus value. You can be successful, honoured in your field and you will have a good quality of life, but the capitalist notion of wealth is simply not applicable in socialist society.
Also, socialism is not a national project, it is fundamentally a class project in which the exploited and oppressed peoples of the world engage in international struggle against the ruling class of both their home nations and international capital.
|—||Richard Stallman (via diogeneanstirnerite)|
Bangladesh Factory Collapse More Tragic Than We Thought: 149 Workers Killed And At Least 700 Injured In Crowded Garment Factory Collapse, More Likely To Follow
Everybody knew that the collapse of a crowded garment factory in Bangladesh was a tragedy, but based on the latest death toll, it appears we underestimated the historic proportions of this event. Bangladeshi authorities reported after a digging through rubble all day Thursday that the death told was not in the neighborhood of 70 or 80 people. If fact, it’s about twice that. With 149 dead, this preventable accident is now higher than the famously deadly garment factory fire last year, when the workers were locked inside the inferno. And that might still be lowballing. Brig. Gen. Mohammed Siddiqul Alam Shikder told press that there are still “many” inside the building’s rubble.
The story of collapse, if you haven’t been following, is horrible. After workers reported massive cracks forming in the building, home to some 2,000 workers who operate on a 24-hour schedule, local news picked up on the story, but local management did nothing. Then, on Wednesday morning, the top floors collapsed killing, we now know, at least 149 and injuring at least 700. Images form the scene are absolutely heart-wrenching as armies of workers and locals alike, struggle to pull their friends from the rubble. This is, as we mentioned a second ago, after a similar accident claimed the lives of 112 workers last November. Instead of a building collapse it was a fire, but the warning signs were there and management ignored them.
As various apparel brands scramble to distance themselves from the accident, human rights advocates have to wonder if this is the tragedy that will actually effect change in Bangladeshi factories. But if last year’s fire is evidence of what’s to come, the answer is likely no. In the end, local authorities called the event an act of “sabotage” but couldn’t provide any details beyond that.