Shakespeare would have mined the rich lode of human foolishness on display at the Bait & Switch store.
The feudal hierarchy with which he was familiar is alive and thriving right here, in 2017, along with the same greed, sweat and misanthropy. If anything, the similarities are more precise than they might have been at any time since then, because the division between people – characters and tribes – is diamond clear. There’s no blurring of motive or outcomes here.
At the top are the owners of B&S Inc, the Kings. Every piece of gold is theirs, and any scraps they deign to toss away are bread and butter for the remaining 99%. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
Speaking of which, there’s been a fair amount of trash talking during the week. Amongst we vassals, the division of labor is unequal and unequally paid. The favorites get more freedom to avoid the drudgery while we toilers do not. We must also not venture criticism of the lazoids, for voicing dissent is equivalent to revolution. Clearly, The Royals aren’t keen to inspire an Industrial Revolution; they’re fearful of a French Revolution.
And of course with the pressures of being a modern slave, such tensions are bound to overspill. The comic tragedy is that we’re at each other when we should really be fighting those who keep us down.
Between lie the managers, eunuchs who supplicate their masters whilst simultaneously fending off we rabble with their feet. Theirs is a precarious place in which the rewards – slightly greater than our own – must continually be balanced against the soul-killing job of being the buffer that keeps the Kings comfortable.
Delusion is rife in their ranks. The prevailing psychosis is that loyalty and honor will protect them from the God-given wrath of royalty, but it’s a false promise, for they can be replaced with Knights from another army at any time. And are.
Which is where we stand. The renaissance of 1500 has moved to the B&S gulag of 2000. Five hundred years of zero progress…just add cellphones.