Scrooge McDucks
The Uncle Scrooges are all around us. Sitting in their vaults or corner offices counting their dollar bills and stacking their coins and missing out on all the fun. Their minds corralled in safety deposit boxes and their time wasted on accumulating all that they cannot take with them.
And what a waste of a beautiful life. Long hours spent at the workplaces, never ending hour weeks, the days worked growing ever more higher and they forget what life is all about. And how sad for the so called rich of our world today, the Capitalists who count all their stocks and bonds and forget to smell the roses. The Conservationists who have no connection to the natural because if they did they wouldn’t be conservationists. The workaholics who miss out on life itself for nothing and they are the ones promoting their lifestyles to us and selling us their delusion of happiness, when really who are they selling the fake story to?
Each other. They have captured one another and now sell and trade and promote and convince and lie and keep one another going round and round on the not so merry-go-round and who goes to the fairground anymore?
The Scrooge McDucks’ are running and ruining our world. They do not even see the Natural World, too busy making deals. They have no time for the creative world because the workplace stole all their time. They have no knowledge of the Indigenous way because they lost touch with their Ancestors. They have no idea of the carnage they cause as they drill and mine and fall in love with fossil fuels because they have morphed into fossil fools and off we all go to the circus.
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The Big Tent filled with the Ring Masters audience, who clap on cue and laugh when the clowns tell them to and who is riding who on horseback?
All are disposable bar money in the McScrooges’ world because that is all they see. An outbreak of tunnel vision and no cure in sight and try as so many might, they still can’t smell the roses.
The cartoon characters they once laughed at, now they have become. And they look so glum, always dressed in another’s clothes and where is the child from within?
And who kidnapped the child from without?
And we all fall down.
