Society operates in the same way that the Navy does. Pillars of control, old boys jutting out their bellies with silver buckles and bow ties that may as well be stripes on their jackets for rank. There's hatfulls of businessmen, Admirals and noblemen, lumbering about in clubs, doling out the wine and making up the weight of the heavier decisions that run an empire.
Meanwhile the labouring classes are heeding the orders, towing the lines--so to speak--and completing the hierarchy. There's a purpose and point for all the things they need to do, but that doesn't eliminate the stark pecking order of the world.
The unfortunate thing is the pecking order is happy to peck at the lower totems. The poor. The aged. But you can't do anything bloody about it. There's a beak at your arse, and a bumhole in your face. Smells rightly foul, but that's bondage. It never smells right, because it's not.
[Clearly somebody doesn't like the order of the world, the military, or much else, for that matter.]
Oh yes, piracy has its appeal. It absolutely does.
....and Guy rants again. >.<
Meanwhile the labouring classes are heeding the orders, towing the lines--so to speak--and completing the hierarchy. There's a purpose and point for all the things they need to do, but that doesn't eliminate the stark pecking order of the world.
The unfortunate thing is the pecking order is happy to peck at the lower totems. The poor. The aged. But you can't do anything bloody about it. There's a beak at your arse, and a bumhole in your face. Smells rightly foul, but that's bondage. It never smells right, because it's not.
[Clearly somebody doesn't like the order of the world, the military, or much else, for that matter.]
Oh yes, piracy has its appeal. It absolutely does.