I finally figured out what gives me an immediate reaction of distaste to a lot of your viewpoints. There is constant limitations, repressions and restraints, as well as herd behaviour but very little exibition of free will. I tend to think people can exercise themselves to do any damn old thing, obstacles or no. Your perspective puts me in mind of a viewpoint in which people, for the lacks within and without themselves, require shepherding. It's a nice entiment, but one I will not accept into my worldview.
As to free will... it's a nice sentiment, I agree. Sounds great in a philosophy text book, wonderful for speechifyin' about, slices, dices, juliannes, makes its own sauce in its already-included pan.
But... I'd also really like to be able to move a penny with my mind. I'd do it for hours as a kid, just concentrating on a penny, convinced that I could be telekinetic (at least a little bit) if I just put my mind to it. From time to time, even as an adult, I'll try it for a minute or two.
It's never happened. It's never gonna happen. Maybe one or two people CAN do it, for all I know. But that's immaterial. I ain't never gonna move that penny with my mind, all the free will, all the positive thinking and boot-straps and hands-up-not-hand-outs in the world...
That penny ain't doing shit.
Similarly, I'm never gonna get that time machine working so that I can fuck Sophia Loren when she was in her early thirties. Been working on that goddamn thing ever since I found out about that whole "putting your c*ck inside pretty ladies" deal back around twelve.
Milton Hershey went bankrupt fifteen times while walking to school through five feet of snow in shoes made out of broken glass because that's all they had to put on their feet back then... and he's got a roller coaster named after him!
...most of the people who go bankrupt pretty much never recover from it financially and some day they'll be an old person in a really shitty nursing home, hating themselves for never having been Milton Hershey.
America has this weird obsession with believing that everyone can be the exception to the rule. I ain't immune, I'm probably the biggest sucker born in the particular minute I was cut out of my mom...
I'm trying to get paid to write movies... I could be the biggest rube in the whole damn Rubix cube.
We're so into the exception that we honestly believe anybody can be the exception. And we hate ourselves for never becoming the exception. And we hate everyone around us for not being the exception we were supposed to be, either. 98% of the nation hating themselves, thinking they're failures because they can't beat a rigged game.
A nation of sitcom-level get-rick-quick schemes. Pretending that stocks aren't just another way of buying lottery tickets. People taking out loans for houses they can't afford after the first two years, thinking the property value will go up so fast that it won't be no thang.
The only real person who ever got rich in a Horatio Alger story was Horatio Alger.
And yet there is this... Stockholm Syndrome. This "house slave" mentality. The self-defeating belief that instead of working to raise everyone up, we should instead try and be the fluke. Worship those who have touched The Magic and hope that we shall be like them, instead. Knock our brother-man the fuck down in pursuit of that goddamn rainbow.
Motherfuckers fighting over the crumbs of the crust instead of trying to get the whole pie cut up a little more equitable-wise. And like I say, that's me, too. I ain't... running for local office in Little Falls or... all bein' a lawyer to oppressed motherfuckers in South Central or... nothin'. I'm on a computer, in Van Nuys, talkin' all raw typing-style, drinking cheap wine and thinkin' my names gonna be on the bottom of movie posters.
It's as much my fault as anyone's. I am, we shall say, part of the precipitant, if you follow.
However.
I'm not saying that people need to be sheparded, so much as... there needs to be someone making sure the wolves don't get too goddamn saucy until there ain't no people no more at all.
Because most people who go bankrupt don't bounce back and be all roller-coaster-named in a hundred years. Most people just fade away. And... our responsibility as a nation or as a society isn't to the 0.5% of us running around with roller-coasters. Those aren't the people who NEED the help.
It doesn't say "life liberty and the pursuit of happiness... for dudes whose parents were rich or who hit the lotto or whatever". That whole part after the ellipsis isn't in there at all, as far as I can tell. I'm pretty sure those guys didn't say "dude" back then.
My ethos does not revolve around sympathy for dudes who drive Hummers with vanity plates bragging about their low gas mileage while another dude wakes up in the morning and has to decide whether to put on the Wal-Mart smock or shoot himself.
With sincere respect to all other points of view, I am rooting for that second guy.