Mr Freeman, part 02

— This part is very clear… you're nothing but a pawn and you'll remain a pawn until you play. The rules are clear: take what they give you, give away what you have to and the difference is yours. The question is how big is the difference.

— Are you really intending to win?

— Well, why not? There are lots like me and we're the actual players. Because on one side of us are the real cattle who let TV do the thinking for them… while on the other is power, who believe that we are shit and feeble-minded cattle. Over in the barn they want us to take care of them, But a long time ago they gave up on themselves and now they won't lift a single finger. While those who have real power became more than the rest — became gods. They sit so high up they can't see us as either a serious enemy or a trusted friend. They have only one problem: that they are not immortal. That just leaves you and me. Sometimes I benefit you, other times, you me. Everyone plays a game of their own.

— Think you're a player, do you?

— I play like the great ones! Take the authorities… Quite unceremonious, but they do have a few lively plays up their sleevs for the people. Every couple of months let them blow off steam… elections, Black Friday, a new auto plant, the next installment of Star Wars, the Super Bowl… And the people just gobble it up! But when people have holes in their pockets and nothing to eat, who is responsible for that? So now without that beer and football they need a... sacrifice! And you can be certain that power will provide them with this patsy. And it'll be us — understand? So that is the game. Here are people who don't care about themselves and here's authority that doesn't care about them either. And here we are in the middle. Who sorta owe something, but what and to whom? It's not clear.

— How pure and simple! You are more naive than you look! But you're right in that we are like butter that is spread between a thin layer of caviar and moldy bread. Which reminds me about fairy tale… Once there lived a poor wolf. And nearby lived a very powerful and rich fox. They grew up together, were in the same class at school, but now… they're in different social classes. The fox's life is just like a fairytale. One day the wolf came to him and said… Teach me to do it. Im tired of my life and I want to play with the big boys and to live like you. Tell me what to do. The fox answered, Don't sweat it. I'll fix up a place for you. You'll have a cushy job: you'll sit in your chair and quietly catch fish… by the rules. Don't fuss, take a lot here and a little there. Anything will do. So the wolf nervously looked around and saw that everyone is doing the same thing! And soon… it was all working! He caught big fish and the little ones. One day the fox came to get his share of fish, but the wolf said to him: Sorry, Brother, this fish is stuck to a tail. So the fox went and... unstuck it. He cut the wolf's tail off and unstuck the fish. Good thing the wolf wasn't using his dic