Where exactly is the rule that everyone must work? At one time, there were streams that one could fish in and forests for fungus and fowl. Wasn't maybe what everyone might call the greatest thing in the world, what with having to support a witch doctor or two and perhaps a sprog or two. And, of course, I'm thinking of California where I was raised. Acorns and fish all gone now, the rivers and the forests commercialized and freeway'd.

So, now because the highrise building owner paid someone some rubies or rupies or something, the dried up river bed is his and the cement companies upstream and anyone's but the oak trees or the polluted oceans.

Less healthy should I get? Well, individually, who cares says the AynRandian. But if the group gets sick enough to threaten the worker supply or get those upper classes sick, then it is suddenly a group problem worthy of study. And the cure becomes, ahh, not the groups of course. Because the laws say that the corporation gets the nod for making it flower.

That law stuff is sublime, ain't it. Those randians sure do complain about it and the fact of its complexness, but they sure do find the holes to quiver through, which at a later date requires new laws...and something more for them to be proud of when they quiver through that, and complain some more.

Well, I shall complain no more. Just had a few thought dripping from my fingertips.

Cya melo and thanks.

Never underestimate their intelligence, always underestimate their knowledge.

Frank Delaney ~ Ireland