So here's a scenario.
You've got an irresponsible bum as the head of the tribe. He collects all the taxes he can from everyone, and goes out on raids to get stuff from all the neighboring villages, strutting his stuff as the biggest tough in the territory. But he comes home and divides the spoils with a few honchos, and pays huge tributes to the human-sacrificing priests who do nothing but eat off the fat of the land, sitting in their big pyramids/temples of doom. If you don't help with the war party you're called stupid names and harassed in your own wigwam, and everything you have is just ripped off with impunity. You have to be out there hooting and hollering to whip up the war party craze to fit in. If you try to say anything, you'll be suspected of disloyalty or worse. . . .
So today we have a war party in the military industries, and some equally self-serving witch doctors who won't tolerate anyone taking care of their own aches and pains, and the high priest financial banker elites/corporatists who give the bum their blessings.
How would a realistic and sensible person go about changing life for the better?
The war party hooters are going to take your tomahawk/stones, bows and arrows unless you submit to their way and become a warrior with them, and you can't just leave and go four or five weeks off into some vast wilderness and live your own way. The war party claims all the land, and will hunt you down if you leave.
If you try talk, even friendly and respectfully, there's a chance you're going to be the next offering to the war gods. . . .
You've got an irresponsible bum as the head of the tribe. He collects all the taxes he can from everyone, and goes out on raids to get stuff from all the neighboring villages, strutting his stuff as the biggest tough in the territory. But he comes home and divides the spoils with a few honchos, and pays huge tributes to the human-sacrificing priests who do nothing but eat off the fat of the land, sitting in their big pyramids/temples of doom. If you don't help with the war party you're called stupid names and harassed in your own wigwam, and everything you have is just ripped off with impunity. You have to be out there hooting and hollering to whip up the war party craze to fit in. If you try to say anything, you'll be suspected of disloyalty or worse. . . .
So today we have a war party in the military industries, and some equally self-serving witch doctors who won't tolerate anyone taking care of their own aches and pains, and the high priest financial banker elites/corporatists who give the bum their blessings.
How would a realistic and sensible person go about changing life for the better?
The war party hooters are going to take your tomahawk/stones, bows and arrows unless you submit to their way and become a warrior with them, and you can't just leave and go four or five weeks off into some vast wilderness and live your own way. The war party claims all the land, and will hunt you down if you leave.
If you try talk, even friendly and respectfully, there's a chance you're going to be the next offering to the war gods. . . .