dead presidents: an indigenous critique of american capitalism

written by linda martinez
edited by sarina e. guerra
formatted by justin orsino

Currency, Capital,
Dough, Silver, Loot.

It’s all one and the same. It is “paper” constructed out of 75% cotton and 25% linen. A green textured sheet with pictures of dead presidents. Money. One of the essential elements necessary for human survival.

Since the beginning of time, humanity has missed the mark. It only took one person to appoint himself as “el papá del los pollitos,” which is the English equivalent of “the head honcho in charge of the masses”. Throughout the centuries these so called leaders, kings, rulers, and monarchs have one thing in common. Money. They are luxuriously, lavishly wealthy and monetarily powerful. Whether you are a spoiled rich kid who obtained their wealth from daddy, or self-made, we can easily say that money rules this world. No one knows that better than the low income family who can’t afford to put dinner on the table because the assistance programs have been gutted. Or the migrant who spends his day laboring in the fields for up to ten or more hours for paltry compensation. Furthermore, the middle class constituent who constantly treads water attempting to keep themselves from being sucked under the vicious current. Who ends up paying the price? The working stiff, yes—You and Me!

the
Indigenous One.

We work, work, and work and still cannot, or barely make ends meet. While the few elite proceed in their fixated monetary neurosis. There is no one better than Pink Floyd to describe the realities of the green in their song “Money”.

“Money, get away
You get a good job with more pay and you’re OK
Money, it’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash

New car, caviar, four-star daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team

Money, get back
I’m alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it’s a hit
Ah, don’t give me that do-goody-good bullshit

I’m in the high-fidelity first-class traveling set
And I think I need a Learjet

Money, it’s a crime
Share it fairly, but don’t take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
is the root of all evil today

But if you ask for a rise
It’s no surprise that they’re giving none away”

Look around. The rich man is controlling this world. It’s all about an avaricious billionaire. Of course, he is never satisfied with the value of his purse strings. It’s like a drug. He always wants more. Through fabrication, deception, and manipulation, he utilizes the common wage earner for personal gain.

In the inception of the birth of humanity, we were All created to be equal. Whether you reside in a beachfront mansion, a self-owned private resort, the suburbs, or the government projects, we all put our pants on one leg at a time. We all eat food and eliminate it identically. Because you are a billionaire, you aren’t exempt to death. WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. What is hilarious to me is that your rich dust isn’t going to be gold encrusted. The texture of your posh remains are going to be identical to mine—

the honorable,
hardworking
Native American
Woman!

Yes, rich man, the only thing that truly separates us is the value of your dead presidents.

“For dust you are and to dust you will return.”
(Genesis 3:19)

Yes, billionaire this means YOU.

A SPECIAL NOTE:
This is exempt to all of the Mark Cuban’s and Lori Greiner’s of the world. Thank you for your selfless contributions and acts of humanity to assist others.

“Yes, for survival, money we all need. However, we can all succeed without greed.” (Linda Martinez)

AMERICA

For You and for Me
The Land of the free.

Beyond the shameful days of the slave
The home of the brave;
We are one Nation under God
Which has turned into a facade;
Our respected Democracy
Has become a joking hypocrisy;
Laws have been bent
For the one percent
The United States Intel Handbook is for rent;
Of Liberty and Justice for All
We seem to have lost the protocol;
As you dance the waltz
You must figure out what’s true and what’s false;
Tainted morsels in the restaurant
Is this what We all want?
What so proudly we hail
America, we must prevail!

For You and for Me

The Land
of the Free?

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