I had a dream last night.

The peasants in the village were all starving and freezing in the midst of a long hard winter. Up on the hill, away from the village but within sight, was the manor of the nobleman who owned the fields that he leased to the villagers at rents so high that they had no money left for firewood or medicine. This same nobleman owned the mines where many of the villagers worked for wages that were not enough to support a family after they paid their small taxes and paid the installments on their mining tool loans.

And yet, the nobleman on the hill lived in luxury, "earning" his fortune on his real estate business and his mining companies. He paid his taxes, but at a rate lower than any of the villagers as it was all "capital gains".....money made with money as he spent his days in the manor, getting manicures and hosting wine tasting parties for the noblemen in neighboring towns. What's more is that this nobleman inherited his great fortune from his father who had inherited it from his father, as each was entitled to such wealth by virtue of their birthright. 

The peasants, suffering in great misery, went to the town hall to see what could be done about the lack of food, sanitary plumbing, decent roads to get to the mines, and a host of other problems that the community suffered with. The town mayor told them, "We lack the budget to deal with any of this. So much of our revenue is being spent on the wars to protect the financial interests of our nobleman, and the rest is spent maintaining the roads and canals that lead to the manor, there is nothing else left. We have two options. One is to ask all of you villagers to cut back on eating, perhaps to one meal a day. As some of you die, that will just mean more food for the rest. The other option is to raise the taxes on the nobleman in the manor. This will mean that he will have to cut back on his daily manicures and possibly serve domestic instead of imported wine at his parties. I know his noble-ness will be angry with this hardship.....What shall we do?"

Hearing this, the peasants rose up in anger, took to the streets with pitchforks and torches and marched to the gates of the mansion where in one voice, they shouted aloud with great anger, "Oh great nobleman in the manor, our government wants to raise taxes and we shall all fight to the death to save you from this as you are our job creator!".....

And they all walked back to their hovels in the village and drank tea....and Kool Aid.