The Declaration of Economic Independence of Man

1. Every man should have the right, without the obligation, of earning money.
2. Every man should have the right, without the obligation, of earning all the money in the world.
3. Every man should have the right, without the obligation, to donate all his money.

I declare you to be an idiot.
Without the obligation of taxation, your money would soon use its value.

How did people live before taxation? The mind wonders...

>Without the obligation of taxation, your money would soon use its value.
We've got VAT going on as we speak.
>How did people live before taxation? The mind wonders...
Some thirsty fucktard must've licked condensed alcohol vapors out of the cold walls of his fermented mare's milk recipient or something.

4. Every man should go to r9k

>4. Every man should go to r9k
No man, point four is something else entirely.

Ok, let me explain the very existence of the fifth point, so that you you understand why there's no rush into it, especially all of a sudden.
>...and then, suddenly, out of nowhere, no women, like ever, ever helped His MOM, ever again.
>6. Thing is, I am not there yet.

There will be money still, this I promise.

barter system

>barter system
I am from Romania. I am still here. We people don't know that much.
>So, given the current level of understanding of the society I live in, I, for now, feel the need to explain 2 (two) very basic, basic levels of understanding of what ONE MAN's life is:
Level 1:
Level 2: Back when one poor, way over 84,(something) out of the hundred percents of her true biological time, did her tricks almost naked in front of the whole world, for the whole world to see, and her, and appreciate, The Americans removed their thumbs out of their asses and the {arguably} proceeded to insert 2 (two), let's say needles, inside their "priza", I'm sorry, it's a Romanian word, and I don't have enough biological time to Google translate this right now or anything like that, and then I guess they proceed to piss on it only so that, back in the 70's, the only woman who ever achieved that level of physical prowess, Nadia Comaneci, would literally lose it, in full 360 degrees view of the whole world, as she got to see her lovely, back then, self, being graded with no more than exactly 0 (zero) points for her performance. And then there was Alina Popa,
>You do not know my mom.

So I'm thinking, for now, The Scourge of God, and what it meant.
>You know, Buddha, Jesus FUCKING Christ almighty, The Prophet, et caetera. You know the drill.
>Google Translate this in Mongolian, you WILL come to love Mongolian laughter.:)