Fuck the Owners!

I'm tired of being treated like shit because I am not a landowner, or part of the silly rat-race so many of you choose to participate in.
I have a job, yeah. And I'm fucking great at it. But I choose to keep it part-time (despite the pleas of my boss)(who I get along great with, thank-you very much), because I'm more interested in living my life than in wasting it running after little green pieces of paper.
I'm not fucking up your system: I just want to live outside of it as much as possible. Why does that upset you suits so much?
You're so afraid of revolution... why do you provoke it with your snotty control-freak attitudes?

>running after little green pieces of paper

"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable  end  of the  western  spiral  arm  of  the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two  million  miles is  an  utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that  they  still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of  the  people  on  it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were  largely  concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't  the  small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

And so the problem remained; lots of the people  were  mean,  and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches."

The intro of the Hitch Hiker's guide to the galaxy seems more that relevant here.

DO NOT PANIC - Three of the wisest words ever written :p

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PS. I'm not sure if this helps, but even if you owned a house, you would still be treated like shit. You see, you're not the one with the problem, it's everybody else.

Become an owner through machiavellian intrigue.