A Darwinian set-up enforced from the top. Who’s on first? The WINNERS as determined by their fellows. You need sharp nails and a malevolent spirit each step of the way. No sway toward the blossoming lilies. Pulling up your own bootstraps is the American way. It’s a beautiful fairy tale that keeps the WINNERS smugly fat.
And the bottom-dwellers sink further and further away from all the bases. Hell, they aren’t even allowed in the stadium. Unless of course it’s to answer the the blood call from those whose future depends upon their no-nothing fealty. You say want a revolution. Well, you know. It always end up the same. It’s a musical pantomime for the WINNERS.