Charity . . . is th’ opium ay th’ privileged.”

ImageI have inherited $5 million, whoopee.

The taxman takes 30% unless the 5 million is after tax reduction. That leaves 3.5 million for me to donate. Yuppie,

I hate the word charity, there a ring of righteousness to it. It is the opium of the privileged. If I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have food, I become a communist!

I think Elizabeth Gilbert is right when she says “in the end though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end maybe it’s wisest to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you forever and sincerely as along as we have voices.”

A bone to the dog is not charity, charity is bone shared with the dog, when you are just hungry, so true generosity would be to give all yet feel as if it costs you nothing.

We are not talking generosity here; we are talking charity, that too under compulsion. I would donate it to the entrepreneurs group, as a corpus from which they would sponsor any entrepreneur by loaning him/her his money, with the clear understanding that they are to repay so that there is a corpus for the next person.


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