I know. You know. They know it too. The game is rigged. It's so rigged. It's not even funny. They can't hide it any longer. No one is pulling the strings. No cabal controlling it. It's the system itself reinforcing. Strengthening its immune system. Outside forces repelled. Resistance is futile. Saving's become a sucker's game. Doesn't buy you anything. Inflated away faster than you can say "savings account".
What to do? Bet the whole lot on the long shot! Of course! Red. Black. Up. Down. Double or quits. Humans love gaming. Gambling is gaming. Today we call it by different names. Memecoins, spread betting, sports parlay. Newest horse in the race (pun intended) is prediction markets. Betting on events. Any events. In minute time windows. Slot machines reinvented. Anything to part you from your little bits of money. The constant wealth transfer. Poor to rich. Have nots to haves. Labour to capital. Always one direction.
It's true — wages have lagged. Big time. For a long time. A house costs twelve incomes. As the economy grows, capital takes a larger share of it. The ordinary man left behind. Pleb for life. What can he do? Bet the farm. All of it. Tilt. Who cannot lose anything can only win. Hoping for the big payout. Chasing the elusive winning streak. The one time where he is on the winning side. That's the dream they sold you. Hopelessness as revenue model. Your despair sits on somebody's balance sheet. The casino is not a rebellion against the system. The casino is the manifested system.
Betting is fighting windmills. Playing a game that is stacked against you. Your hope is exploited. Unfortunately it digs you an even deeper hole. Betting. Trading. Praying. The same side of the unevenly balanced coin. Trading is applying for a job at the casino. Stop. Switch sides. Flip the coin. Owning the casino pays you — not the other way around. The bookmaker taking your parlay is listed on an exchange. Buy him. Turn the flow of money around.
The hose showers you. At first the hose hardly wets you. Drips. A trickle. Bailing the sea with a teaspoon. But at the start, direction beats size. Your choice makes the difference. Nobody's first laid brick impresses anyone either. But it's necessary to build the foundation of your future. Your future self.
Every bet is hope with an expiry date. An owner stake is a bet with a compound mechanism built in. Your bet has to be right — right now! The owner stake has to be right eventually. Leeway. Low time preference. The house can't rig it. Learn the difference. Remember the difference. You don't need to beat the system by the end of the day. The week. The year. You don't need the yacht. The exit. The fabled ten-bagger. You need to own one day. The first thing capital buys is the worst day of the week. Minute by minute. Hour by hour. Then onwards and upwards. Buy back Monday.