Yeah, d**h to the state.
History is made by the lives of the victors. But you would never dream it, from the covers of the textbooks. Or from the way that victors are portrayed as super-benevolent, altruistic, lovers of the poor and downtrodden. Who never had a chance to rise up and write their own dubious stories in the mystery we call history.
And the filthy rich get filthier, or richer, or whatever. Because money really doesn't trickle down, but rises like anything hot. And they keep getting more medals for bad behavior, for agreeing that yes, justice has been done, and the stock market is open to everyone long live usury, and the jury system is the best ever, for preserving the status quota.
And in fact why not have historians leave blanks in their writings, to be filled in various depending on who's in power? And the computer makes changes easy. Anyway, history isn't really history until it's re-written. Or at least until it repeats itself. A lot of genocides and ma**acres maybe never really happened. So that the record should be corrected - like the Holocaust, or the rape of Cuba, or Nicaragua, or Cambodia, or Timor, you name it. Even though even God can't change a historical fact, something that's happened, like a rape or a kiss. But all those natives, in all those third and fourth world ghettoes, really always wanted to be conquered by Cortez, the prophesied fair white God, or by Columbus the great white hope of Spain, and/or Italy.
And stolen continents weren't really stolen but were glorious Christian conquests that saved those heathens from themselves, onward Christian soldiers. And on and on into the sunset, go the histories about how God was always on our side anyway and who is more fit to write the story than the victors themselves who are the fittest, having survived and arrived at the summit of humanity's blind history, where the prizes are awarded to the fittest? And anyway, everyone except Plato knows that truth, beauty, goodness are all relative, especially truth, as she is extolled in the history books, Amen.
Oh brother can you spare a dime?