Chapter 89: This World Should Not Be Like This

The Los Angeles Zhi Zhong Gongyin in his bosom emitted a faint white light; this did not have any bewitching effect, but rather helped make what he spoke easier for people to understand and accept.

Making it easier for them to understand the composition of Eastern society, as well as the meaning behind Chen Yaozu's words.

They understood that what this Purple-robed Archbishop before them spoke of — a group of self-proclaimed most free people, people who dare not resist, people who have submitted — was themselves.

But they were not convinced, because they never believed they dared not resist.

But they indeed were the most free.

However, when they wanted to open their mouths to refute, they did not know what to say.

Finally, a middle-aged woman wearing a yellow hat suddenly raised her hand, unable to hold back from putting forth her meaning: "No, sir, we have ballots, the ballots in our hands can determine who can become President.

If the President who takes office does not do a good enough job, we have the right to vote him out.

This is our right, and also our resistance!

Moreover, we have guns in our hands! We can more easily, and are more capable of resisting any injustice and oppression!

Therefore, regarding your accusation, I refuse to acknowledge that I am a coward."

The woman was very confident, should have received a decent education, so after refusing to acknowledge the cowardice Chen Yaozu spoke of, she quickly raised objections, and with reason and evidence.

Precisely because it was well-reasoned, it aroused resonance and support from many people present.

That's right!

They all have ballots; this is their weapon.

Moreover, although they currently live very bitterly, they are free, and indeed possess the ability to resist.

And immediately followed by voicing their own thoughts.

Nothing more than that they are not bad either; whoever dares to oppress them, they can shoulder their guns and resist the other side.

But the voices gradually quieted down, because they discovered that the gaze cast upon the Purple-robed Archbishop looking down at them still held a smile, without the slightest change.

"Spoken very well, you have ballots!"

"But have you ever thought..."

"For the disaster victims present, does it make a difference which person takes the stage? 4 years ago, the total expenditure of the America presidential election reached 6.6 billion dollars.

8 years ago, the total expenditure of the America presidential election reached as high as 2.4 billion dollars.

12 years ago, the total election expenditure reached as high as 2 billion dollars.

16 years ago, expenditure 1.2 billion dollars.

And this year...

There is news that this year's total election expenditure has already exceeded 14 billion dollars.

14 billion dollars!!! Do you know what this means?"

Hiss—

This many? Without the data placed before these people, they had no mind to dig into this matter.

But once the data is placed before them, everyone will be surprised.

The presidential election costs that much money? Many people present vaguely grasped the key point, but none spoke, instead casting their gazes toward that person on the stage.

On the stage.

Seeing someone finally moved, Chen Yaozu struck while the iron was hot and said faintly: "This means that for them to take the stage, behind them there must be consortium support.

Whoever has stronger consortium strength behind them, puts out more money, runs more ads, organizes more spectacular events, that person can become President.

But such a President, what does he have to do with you? After the Presidential term ends, he can still have an advisor position in the consortium, with an annual salary of a million dollars.

Do you think such a President stands on the consortium's side, or on you ordinary people's side?"

The people present fell into a silence. Looking at the problem from this angle, they actually had never done so before.

In the East this is logic even a child could see, and even in school dormitories it has been debated at length.

But in the West, many ordinary people may not have thought of this problem in their entire lives.

They even believe their rights and claims have been upheld.

"So, whether it's the Elephant or the Donkey, whichever side's person takes the stage, what difference does it make to you? You are still ordinary people, still ordinary people who have today but no tomorrow!"

Chen Yaozu's words were very plain and steady, yet seemed chiseled into the hearts of everyone present.

"You earn meager wages, yet still have to pay property tax, pay land tax, pay medical insurance, pay state tax.

Dare not lose employment, dare not get sick.

Once unemployed, once sick, income is cut off.

Cannot afford property tax, cannot afford land tax, cannot afford medical insurance, cannot afford state tax, even cannot afford property fees — all may result in being driven out of the house.

Children stripped from your hands of guardianship and custody, sent to welfare institutes, sent to foster families.

And you can only be driven to the streets to wander, from then on never having a day to turn things around.

And those rich people, those consortiums, will then, after you cannot pay taxes and your houses and land are auctioned off, take these over at the lowest prices to become part of their own wealth.

So, the ballots in your hands, what use are they to you? Oh! Right, they have use — once the President does wrong, harms ordinary people's interests, or brings no improvement to your lives, even makes them worse...

They will say: This is not our fault, because the President was elected by you!

Then let you choose again, but is there a difference?

It's just that the power controlling this world still circulates in the consortiums' hands!

Because it's their money!"

Everyone present fell silent.

This is a fig leaf; before it is lifted, no one thinks to lift it.

But once lifted, the truth is often unbearable to look at directly.

"You never think about why you live badly? Even when wandering, at the moment of impending death, you still cannot understand why you live so tragically...

Actually I can tell you, because you are not the masters of this land, you are not the masters of America! You have no upward channel.

As Ordinary People, how many of your children can get into prestigious schools?

They can only argue with math teachers in Public Schools: What's the use of learning this? Can I use it in life? So, besides the Private Schools attended by the children of the elite class, in the Public Schools where Ordinary People receive happy education, how many of your children can find good jobs after they Come Out?

How Many People can cross social classes through work? You are Ordinary People, you can only be Ordinary People for a lifetime, even generation after generation of Ordinary People.

Gentlemen, Ladies, Comrades, the world Should Not Be like this! You are also the masters of this land, you are also the masters of this Guo Jia.

You Should Have better upward channels, so that your children do Not That Much end up rolling in the Bottom of society Forever like yourselves.

These words were spoken a bit too bluntly.

A Younger Person stood up, he listened with some fanaticism, even some longing: "Then, Mr. Archbishop, you say, what Should We do to Change all this?"

In his heart he had already fanatically thought of a certain pathway.

Those older in age quietly retreated to the back, Preparation to leave.

This is not something they can get Involvement in.

But more people, like that Younger Person, were Expectation the Purple-robed Archbishop's answer on the stage.

Because at this moment, they in their hearts also Recognized the Purple-robed Archbishop before them, this world originally Should Not Be like this.

(Chapter End)