>the fight between those who work, and those who make others work >I intend to have people do my work for me. >have them pay me for doing something completely

>the fight between those who work, and those who make others work >I intend to have people do my work for me. >have them pay me for doing something completely useless >managing people Some people and/or their ancestors have been involved doing these type of things or at least aware of them for many generations. In some sense or another they've been there and done that. Among them, there are some who want to accomplish more in ways that require they put their own nose to the grindstone not much differently than is being done by those under highly coerced labor. No matter how smart you are there are some things that can not be realized otherwise, and those who have the weakest true ability will more likely fail when this type of strength becomes challenged. There's the story of the carpetbagger who came in from New York City to a small Texas town on the train in the Old West. Where a few of the regular old boys were sitting outside the station like they normally do, sometimes whether a train is due or not. Now the city slicker debarks the train and asks if anybody can carry his heavy bag to the hotel a few blocks away for a small payment. One of the idle setters steps up, in his overalls, and agrees so off they go, the visitor not even breaking a sweat in his tailored suit as they come past the finest estate right there in the middle of town. He wants to know who owns that, and his intentions are not truly benevolent, so he asks his porter whose home that is. The local fellow, hayseed still in his mouth, answers that it's his own home, and he'll be going back there to his barn to continue shoeing some of his horses after he gets done carrying the luggage and collecting his payment for the task. The shyster in his astonishment asks how did the Texan manage to end up with such a nice spread? "By carrying my own damn luggage."