I am me, who is everyone but the owner of production that I must make a living wage from. He the owner is a known dangerous person who must be owned and controlled from destroying us all. He should only exist as the government where I can control him.
Well the 17th Century has sent a note. We must woder as to when the time capsule was opened.
"He" exists only in your unicorn world. Business is owned for the most part by banks and contolled for the most part by corporations. Corporations sell stock to raise funds and that stock is owned by investors who are US. "Us" demands that the corporations show profits, issue dividends and protect our investments.
In your world "He" is the man with his boot on your throat. In the real world, "He" is some guy who took a risk to follow his passion whether that is dentistry or lawn maintenance and "He" is missing meals, working 18 hour days and in general committing the kind of effort that you don't even have the power to imagine.
If "He" works hard enough and is lucky enough, "He" might build a business that has a value that he can sell off and enjoy the end of his stress shortened life in his waning years enough to perhaps see his spoiled children give him him a grand child.
The problem with envy is not with those that are envied. It is with those who envy. If you don't like to work hard, there's no shame to that. There's no great honor, either. Why attack those that do like to work hard?
It's the guys pulling the wagon that cause it to move. Do you have to attack the pullers? Why not just continue to enjoy the ride?
Simply refreshing, so I take it you are #1.
Perhaps. Most would tell me that I have #2 for brains.
NO, sadly, I am not #1. I am one of the wagon riders in that I know that rich folks got to be that way because they have caught the lightning in a bottle. I am most definitely not one of the illuminati, the glitterati or, thankfully, the castratti. I'm just a guy who likes a good time and knows that to gain the freedoms I want that I need to earn money to do it.
Having earned some money, I usually have a pretty good time.
In my personnal case, havijg earned some money was accomplished by chasing women all the way through every part of my time in college and somehow making it to enough classes to graduate. Following that, it took several years for me to discover that I was almost never the smartest guy in the room and now, when I find that I am, I try to find a smarter room.
Faced with really intelligent persons, I am almost always taken with the humility and grace of these folks. Their intellectual curiosity is absolutely hypnotic. The trick is to make them speak about themselves because they will almost always try to find out as much as possible about you and anyone or anything else that is within their notice.
It turns out that the intelligent rich are not out to dominate others, they are out to understand others to the point where they can cater to them and ply a trade. That trade may be in ideas or goods or services, but there is always a trade about to occur.
Even a guy like me who is not so industrious that it rubs off finds that just emulating the most obvious traits of the intellectual wealthy creates a very small spark in a bottle and, in the USA, that's enough to get a guy by. Elsewhere, it's enough to get a guy shot.
Don't you think it's just a bit limited to be spouting garbage about serfs in country where just under 70% of the population owns their own home?
In your world, the serfs are the majority. In my world, the serfs are the minority. You can read and write and have access to a computer. If you add to your talents the understanding that there many who are very intelligent just aching to help you, you will find that the world of Capitalism is a world of shared and growing opportunity. You can be happy if you just quit being miserable.
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it.