I cannot fathom dreaming of being a parasite, dreaming of being a landlord, collecting rent, no more than I could dream of being a tapeworm, collecting shit. You see, we work. And if we don’t work, we struggle. Why do we struggle? What is the number one fear? Eviction. The loss of a place to live. The loss of the ability to shower, to clean oneself, to use the restroom as one wants. The barest of human functions denied. For what?

So Someone else can live high off the lamb? Working for another man’s idle pursuits? Wage-slaving so someone who fails to contribute anything of value to society can live free from labor? existing solely as a middleman, a vampire? The snake oil salesman contributes more to the society because at least he provides entertainment!

The landlord. Lowest class man. Barely human. He would take the shoes from your feet, the shirt from your back, and give you nothing in return. Whose land does he own? How does he own it? What does it mean to own land? Don’t think about that too much. It might just infuriate you a little more. You might be going hungry, but he will be eating well. Because you worked hard this week, and that’s his money. Pay your tithe.