The stakes are wrong
… it is vital to enter into them fueled by the gut feeling of: “Are you fucking kidding me with this?” The rich employ armies of functionaries whose sole purpose is to convince you that that emotional reaction to how the world works is unsophisticated. It ain’t. Hold that disgust tight
I keep coming back to the Turkish proverb when thinking about how this comes about:
The forest was shrinking but the trees kept voting for the Axe, for the Axe was clever and convinced the trees that because his handle was made of wood, he was one of them.