Thread by @goinggodward

Once upon a time, there were some evil people who loved money more than anything, and they decided they wanted to get as much money as they could, so they could be powerful. They hated God and families, so they built big, ugly factories and made daddies have to leave their

families at home to go work in horrible conditions, rather than working alongside his wife and children in the home or at their family shop. Daddies got really tired, and sad, and fractured from their families. Some daddies started to drink. Then, the mommies and children got

sad because daddy was drinking up the money he made at the big, ugly factory—the one that enriched the evil men who built it. So, the mommies started demanding that liquor be banned in hopes that the daddies would come back to their families and support them.

But everything was pretty much too messed up at that point to set things right. The government taxed the liquor that was being used by the sad daddies because the government doesn’t pass up the chance to get their cut of people’s pain. Wars made families even sadder

and made the evil men richer. The demand for lavish items by the rich people made the poor, sad daddies have to work in the factories even more. Mommies and children were getting sadder because it felt like daddy wasn’t even part of the family.

How how could he know his wife and children and help them to become whole people if he is gone to work all day in a factory that demands a totally different set of personally traits (harshness, competitiveness) that make him seem like a stranger to his family?

The love of money is the root of all kinds of evil, and it was what motivated the Industrial Revolution, which has destroyed the fabric of families and broader culture. If you want to blame someone or something on the brokenness and the sadness in the world, blame those who never

cared for the souls of men—who drove them from their homes and made them industrial slaves, and who further capitalized on vice and on the pain and suffering of those who were broken by the Machine.

It’s all a scheme. The Machine wants you to depend on what it produces to the point of numbness, so that you die never knowing you never lived.