You Gotta Be a Volt ⚡️Before You Can Revolt.
You ever notice how everybody at the top seems allergic to accountability? Judges, vaccine manufacturers, the Federal Reserve — the holy trinity of immunity. They live in this bubble where mistakes don’t cost them; they just float above it all like they’re playing a different game. Absolute power isn’t the White House or Wall Street, absolute power is immunity. When you can screw up, blow up, pollute, abuse, and the worst that happens is a fine or a PR apology, that’s absolute power.
Now I’m not trying to be pro-Trump or anti-Trump. Fuck Trump, fuck Biden, fuck red, fuck blue. But I am trying to be positive about our situation and I choose happy. I read between the lines — or maybe the lines are the puppet strings. I’m talking about the game itself. The masks change, the puppets change, but the hands pulling the strings never do. We get distracted by the mascots while the rulebook is being rewritten in invisible ink.
Down here at the bottom, we live in a world of imaginary fences and pretend borders, and we don’t even realize they’re imaginary because they’re enforced with tickets and handcuffs. Did you stop at the stop sign? Did you walk inside the crosswalk? Did you go at green, stop at red, pay the bill on time, stay within the lines? That’s our framework. It feels solid, absolute, like God himself set up the traffic lights and utility shutoff notices. And when we screw it up, the punishment is immediate and obvious. You don’t pay the electric bill, the lights go dark. You forget to renew your registration, you get pulled over, you get fined, maybe worse. Accountability is real down here because the leash is short.
Now climb up the ladder and everything gets fuzzy, like static on an old TV screen. The higher you go, the more you realize the lines were never real to begin with. They’re negotiable. Everything is negotiable. It’s not “stop at the stop sign,” it’s “how close were you to stopping, what does the judge think, what lawyer can frame it differently?” It’s not red or green, it’s “who’s driving the car, and do they know the cop?” The same way armies used to conquer land with guns, empires now get built with lawyers and loopholes. Armies wore uniforms, lawyers wear suits. Armies carried rifles, lawyers carry briefcases full of interpretations. You don’t storm the castle anymore, you just find a clause in the contract that lets you own it.
And we, the regular people, we’re pawns. Disposable. Sent to the front lines of accountability. Fail to signal a lane change? Ticket. Underpay taxes? Penalty. Screw up on paperwork? Garnishment. The knights and bishops, they hang back, insulated, sending moves out in calculated precision. The kings and queens barely move at all, just sit in their towers while their lawyers do the marching. And us? We’re soldiers at the front of the board, advancing one square at a time until we get knocked off and replaced by another pawn.
That’s why regular folks look at the powerful and say “they’re cheating.” Because from our perspective, the rules are hardwired and absolute. If we don’t pay the light bill, we get darkness. If we cross the line, we get fined. If we mouth off to a cop, we get slammed against a car. But at the top, the rules are fluid. They’re not even rules, they’re negotiations. And negotiations require leverage. You can’t negotiate the light bill when you’re broke. You can’t negotiate a traffic ticket when you can’t afford a lawyer. But when you’ve got money, connections, and time, everything becomes a bargaining chip.
You buy yourself a bubble, a force field. Perfect example: crime. Street crime versus white collar. Crime is crime, but the top gets the white-collar perks — “innocent until proven guilty” and when guilty, it’s a slap on the hand. Meanwhile, the bottom is treated like common thugs, fighting to prove innocence from behind bars.
And here’s the kicker — we don’t even understand their game. We call it corruption because we know what accountability feels like. We’re forced to live inside strict borders of right and wrong, but up there, those borders are drawn in pencil and erased when convenient. At that level, everybody is doing something that could be called corrupt if you look at it through our eyes. But they don’t look at it through our eyes. They made the rules. They own the rulebook. Hell, they own the referee. For us, life is survival. For them, life is sport.
We’re jumping plank to plank like Donkey and Shrek going to save the princess — on a rickety old bridge, trying not to fall to our deaths, every step a gamble. And yeah, we’re the jackass. They’re up there building empires, swapping pawns for queens, laughing at us for reposting memes and yelling “cheater” when really we just don’t know the game they’re playing. They’re not even on the same bridge. They own the bridge. We’re clinging to splinters, they’re laying out banquet tables on stone floors. To us it looks like corruption, but to them it’s just Tuesday.
And here’s the part that fries my brain — when you have money, rules stop being rules and start being invoices. I remember hearing about this waste management facility on the coast of California, dumping toxic waste into the ocean daily, contaminating water that kids are swimming in, fish are swimming in, surfers are swallowing. What happens? Do they get shut down? Do they get dragged off in handcuffs for poisoning the Pacific? Nah. They get fined. And here’s the kicker: it was cheaper to just pay the fines and continue to pollute than to actually fix the system and stop polluting. Let that sink in. For them, accountability wasn’t about stopping the damage, it was about cutting a check. That’s it. Write it off as a cost of doing business.
That’s the luxury of unlimited resources. Everything becomes negotiable. Laws turn into price tags. Pollution becomes an expense line, like office supplies or toner cartridges. You don’t eliminate the problem, you budget for it. Meanwhile, the rest of us are sweating late fees on utility bills and dodging overdraft charges from banks that charge us $35 for being broke. For us, accountability is survival. For them, accountability is accounting.
So when you look at Trump, ask yourself: how’s this guy been dragged through every scandal, every lawsuit, every headline, and he’s still kickin’? Because not only do we not know the rules — but we’re getting our information from clueless people online who are getting their information from clueless people online. Both sides are fueling misinformation to win. Most people don’t fact-check. They stop looking for truth the moment they find something that props up what they already think.
It’s the same as family court — no hard line rules outside of civil rights, and even those only matter if you catch someone red-handed, organize the proof, and escalate appropriately. And even then, it’s not guaranteed. Their goal isn’t justice; that’s just what we’ve been sold to keep us in line and accept our accountability. Up top, it’s all a business and the goal is to minimize liability. The majority of people live neck-deep in liability. The top and bottom are on completely opposite sides of the spectrum.
And here’s the hypocrisy: people get more outraged over one Fed governor getting fired for sketchy mortgages than they ever did when priests were fucking kids and getting shuffled around like a killer whale at SeaWorld after mauling a trainer. “Move him to another parish.” Same disease, different uniform. We pick and choose when to scream about accountability. And it’s always based on the media’s and mob’s narrative — more strings being pulled. When the wolf howls, the sheep jump. And why? Cause it’s Trump? If you’re willing to overlook one person’s corruption but not another’s, then to me, you’re corrupt.
I’m not here to tell you Trump is good or bad. Fuck the mask, fuck the puppet, I’m looking at the hands pulling the strings and even the strings themselves. As Marcus Aurelius said, “Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.” So let’s stop getting hypnotized by mascots and start asking who’s writing the playbook.
For the record, I’m not a nationalist or a Christian. I think those are glues designed to keep society from collapsing into a full-blown poop-throwing festival. Same as sports. You need team colors to keep people distracted.
Here’s my question: let’s say all of it was confirmed today, beyond conspiracy, beyond debate — the politicians, the clergy, the CEOs, all corrupt pedophiles. What are you gonna do different tomorrow? Does being right give you food? Does it pay your rent? Is being right worth more than action? Because I just don’t get it.
If not Trump, then who? I like that Trump rocks the boat. Do I think he’s the savior? No. Do I think he’s the right man for the job? Not sold. But okay — who is? Or do you just like blue more than red? What’s the solution? I see tons of anti-propaganda. That’s easy. What’s harder is the question nobody answers: what comes next?
Really, I see a bunch of people angry and throwing tantrums. Science has proven people don’t think straight while upset. Stress wrecks your health. Maybe that’s the point. If you live by online standards, the world is collapsing and everyone’s mad. And that ensures distraction, poor decision-making, and shitty health. Who profits from that? So as much as I enjoy technology and am as addicted as the next man, I know it’s an illusion. I get my news from my garden, my neighbor, the sky. I don’t need a weatherman to tell me it’s raining.
Down here, in everyday life, we’re surviving. Up there, they’re gaming. And before you can burn it down or build it new, you gotta be a volt⚡️before you can revolt. You’ve got to spark an idea. Spark a conversation. Spark enough fire in enough people that it stops being pawns versus kings and becomes humans versus the hollow rules that keep us trapped. Revolt doesn’t start with a ballot or a bullet. It starts with a spark.
#zot
-Written by Steve Caprio
