What About My Share?

I don’t wish to speculate on cultural reasons for why our majority routinely expect to be paid a share of anything that is being bought, nor why they think that salaries are for pitching up to work sometimes, and actual work is extra). I rather accept it, playfully wish to work with it. Why (to use a quaint phrase favoured by my dad’s generation) “fart against thunder”?

There is no doubt that the entire mass of legislation was contrived to keep the rich and their money together, and that the balance of bureaucracy is similarly made up of stockholm-syndrome clerks eager to to keep the rich wealthy. They know they are next in line for fiscal titbits. Everyone else … phansi, phansi.

Can we agree that if everyone, from anywhere and everywhere, had shared anything and everything, from the start, that we would have fewer problems now? And how would this work?

Disclaimer: it wouldn’t, … is why it didn’t. But we can return to that.

The Khoi-CEO

From what we know about our Khoi-San ancestors, I doubt anyone worked on incentives, or was rewarded more than anyone else. It was all a group effort, because the only need was to find food. There was no CEO being rewarded with an annual bonus of more eland bulls than s/he could eat in a thousand lifetimes.

Look up your own data: for simplicity, I spotted at least one CEO who earned more than R1 million per day. At R50k for a breeding eland bull, he scored 7200. One eland bull would feed a family of 50 for a week, so let’s pull out our primary school maths. To keep things simple, let’s say he has only a wife to feed. That means he could feed her alone for 50 weeks on one eland. For two weeks of the year she can go off meat. That means he can support 7200 wives for a year.

Magistrates work for around 2000 hrs per annum, so one magistrate would take more than 3 years to marry him to all his wives, at one hour per registration.

Conclusion

The man has way more eland bulls than he needs for his 7200 wives. Worse, he is in danger of heart stress in his efforts to sire an heir with each of them, let alone finding the time.

How did we get here? The answer, as we all know only too well, is Jan Taks is nowhere to be found. He has replaced Bernoldus as the new Niemand.