I'm short two jacksons

We often talk about the crypto revolution in very much the same way we would talk about a sci-fi film. Funnily enough, the idea behind self governance, financial independence from the Bank Cartels as Andreas Antonopoulos calls them, sounds not just utopian, but as if doing so would mean that humanity defeated it's ultimate enemy, greed and corruption.

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I do subscribe to the ideas, at least idealistically speaking. I would love for nothing more than to have control of my future, and experiment the concept of freedom, true freedom for the first time. However, sometimes I ask myself if what we are chanting for has two legs to stand on. Meaning, if we believe naively so, that the powers to be will ever relinquish their thrones.

Now, this doesn't mean I'm willing to throw in the towel or anything of the sort, I know better, and just like plenty of people out there, I rather experience an ideological battle engulfed in discomfort, that live a drone's life sedated by comforting lies. This realization, this awakening so to speak, is somewhat scary, at least for me. It basically means that without a doubt the worse is not here yet, the power struggle has not occurred yet, not really.

In his last video, Andreas Antonopoulos' speech was quite powerful, I not only felt inspired by his words, but I must confess that I also felt a bit of fear. This is to say, that as much as we may think it now to be some meme, some joke, the whole idea of a financial revolution, there is nothing satirical about it.

You could say, and you would possibly be correct, that the leaders of thought, people like Andreas are the equivalent of the first voices that rebelled against the Colonials, and you don't have to be a historian to know that the path to that freedom, that now archaic freedom, was filled not only with colliding ideologies, but violence and war.

Why would my sundays be filled with these somber sobering thoughts? I don't know, maybe I'm getting old, maybe I'm being paranoid, but one thing is for sure. I may be angry at the system, but I'm still here. I may be disgusted by this violence, but I participate of the economy that feeds it willingly, and for all the pretty words I can think of, find, read, and all the revelations that I think keep on opening my eyes wider and wider, there is one thought that pulls me back to reality.

I'm short two jacksons, 40 freaking dollars to pay a bill.... and no ideology held, no poetic ranting will make them suddenly appear. Irony is served my friends....