Why We're Here

I think our political system rests on three things

[I talk slow most of the time and extra slow here so note that you can speed things up with the button on the left of the player.]

1) Our basic structure and what it depends on:

2) Some support:

Los Nadies by Eduardo Galeano:

Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping from poverty, that one magical day soon it will rain good luck, good luck will pour down; but it doesn’t rain good luck, neither yesterday, nor today, nor tomorrow, nor ever, not even in a drizzle does good luck fall from the sky, however much the nobodies call for it, even if their left hand itches, or they get up on their right foot, or they start the year by changing brooms.
The nobodies: the children of nobody, the masters of nothing.
The nobodies: the nothings, those made nothing, running like rabbits, dying through life, fucked, totally fucked.
Who are not, although they were.
Who speak no languages, only dialects.
Who have no religions, only superstitions.
Who have no arts, only crafts.
Who have no culture, only folklore.
Who are not human beings, but human resources.
Who have no faces, only arms.
Who have no names, only numbers.
Who don’t appear in world history, only in the police blotter of the local paper.
The nobodies, who are worth less than the bullets that kill them.