And then what?

KILL THE RICH says you.

I can’t help but think that this earnest if seemingly spontaneous (once the can of spray paint was sourced) plan has its inherent flaws.

First of all, do you have a threshold? Some kind of benchmark exercise, to differentiate between the reviled Rich and the more relatable Non-rich (the Poor?) What are the terms and conditions of access to the Cull Club?  If you had to put a price tag on it, what would it be? A million? A billion? A trillion? And more importantly in what currency? Does it cover crypto too? What about intangible assets? See, as soon as you scratch under the surface, it becomes an instant headwreck.

Just for the sake of argument, does the fact that, in order to launch your Kill the Rich global initiative, you were able to spend the equivalent of three weeks’ wages for a textile worker in Bangladesh on a can of spray paint, make you one of the loathsome and unworthy-to-live Rich?
Or did you perhaps murder the filthy rich founder of a family-owned hardware store in Finglas to procure the paint and stay true to your principles? The poor bollix was worth what? A mill or two, max, after a lifetime of toil? Or did you start your killing spree with Craig A. Menear, CEO of Home Depot, who received a total compensation of $13,059,751 in 2021?
Maybe he is riled up at the mere mention of the likes of Jeff Bezos who look down on him on the tarmac in his flimsy little Bombardier, from the lofty heights of their private 787s.

Aren’t we all someone else’s Rich? Should we all look behind our back and make sure not to overfeed the dobermans that guard the house, keep them lean and mean, in case your call to arms really starts gaining traction?

Then there is always the question of how. Yes, how do you propose to wipe them out? Depending on where you place the threshold, there could be quite a few. A whole army of those filthy rich bastards. And the richer they get, the more paranoid they become of the likes of you and me and all the other little Non-rich (poor?) nobodies that contribute to their massive wealth. They employ armies of big nasty bodyguards and security experts whose hourly rate is a few months’ worth of the Bangladeshi textile worker’s wages who’s out to get you. It is all very very complicated.

Still, for the sake of argument, let’s imagine that your spontaneous yet earnest campaign of hatred (social justice?) bears fruit and a popular uprising of the Not-so-rich leads to a systematic extermination of the abhorred Rich. Then what? Won’t it be heaven on earth when all supply chains collapse, planes fall out of the sky, hospitals close down and law firms disintegrate (ok, maybe I could live with the latter)? Who will then take on responsibilities, and hard work, and problem solving, and incredibly long hours on a pro bono basis?

You maybe?