Sometimes I Wish I Were Rich As Fuck

But then I remember that I couldn’t enjoy it because I’ve seen how the system that creates that type of immense personal wealth grinds people down, I wouldn’t be able to forget friends unable to afford food, I wouldn’t be able to forget the pain and exhaustion of people dear to me, the death toll of the inhuman capitalist machine.

Then I wish that I was rich as fuck so I could fund the revolution.

So I’m reading Capital

and money form is frickin’ weird.

Like when it was gold the labor it contained was clear, but like the labor in the modern weird abstract money form is… IDK, because like it’s not the printing, or the metal and like a penny contains more than 1 cent’s worth of copper… what does this distortion mean?  Also paper money clearly contains less value in materials than it is worth.

Is the worth of paper money derived in part from the collective labor of convincing everyone to keep believing in its value?

WHAT IS GOING ON?