The Unions represented the first step, the natural solution to the 'natural' condition. The chasm between means and ends. When the hand that feeds gave me a slap in the same motion, it was rational and some would of argued 'only human' to ask:
"Who the hell is this man to feed me, and by what right does he force me to live in a section five, lot number four of his back garden?"
I'm only a traveller to these lands Sir, you tell me. Here I am, standing in the passenger lounge with a fools smile and a shovel in my hand. All I wanted was to build me a house, but I'm forced to participate in this sewer, whilst the insidious beckoning of product and promise finds me languishing ever deeper in your debt, and ever deeper in your service.
Its not that I wanted to ignite an insurrection, its not that I'm not grateful.
…I just wanted some fucking heating.