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Are moral standards scripted for the poor?

Are morals making you poor?

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Airbnb get the growth started by spamming on craglist with bots. Uber Ceo had assigned staffs to sign up competitors apps and jammed them with fake request to paralyze them. These happened in the early days when they had limited resources and used method that might be seen as unscrupulous.

I am not saying that you should agree and applaud their behavior. But the average business people is not, and should not be someone who only cross the road when the green light is on. Or else they will achieve nothing.
Yes, I think innovation will be limited if inventors think ‘this might hurt people’
 
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That's too primitive of a thinking. Sucrose affects gut bacteria and fungus (E.g. Candida), which later signals your brain to take more refined sugar. Also, there are so many cognitive biases exploited by corporations, that "freedom of choice" can't really exist among laity.

take it a step further the Jonny’s argument falls flat. Should we be free to sell cocaine to children because of “free markets”? Clearly, no.

it’s just not that simple or black and white. Welcome to the real world.
 

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The point is that the poor guy has a choice here. He doesn't have to gamble. He can make another choice. It's not the rest of the world's obligation to take care of him when he acts against his interests. You cannot save a person from themselves.
Hi WJK, Yes I agree but there’s a team of people counting on poor guy to make a poor choice to make a buck off him. I mean poor guy seems to be a bit lonely in this situation XD
 

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take it a step further the Jonny’s argument falls flat. Should we be free to sell cocaine to children because of “free markets”? Clearly, no.

it’s just not that simple or black and white. Welcome to the real world.
Hi Antifragile, Yes I think cocaine is a great example, it’s value to the consumer is so high to a controlling level. I don’t think any drug addicts want to ruin their life.
 
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Hi WJK, Yes I agree but there’s a team of people counting on poor guy to make a poor choice to make a buck off him. I mean poor guy seems to be a bit lonely in this situation XD
How Gambling Habits Are Formed by Charles Duhigg

All the passages below are taken from Charles Duhigg’s book “The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business.” It was published in 2011.

Are We Responsible for Our Habits?

The morning the trouble began—-years before she realized there was even trouble in the first place—-Angie Bachmann was sitting at home, staring at the television, so bored that she was giving serious thought to reorganizing the silverware drawer. 9.1

Her youngest daughter had started kindergarten a few weeks earlier and her two older daughters were in middle school, their lives filled with friends and activities and gossip their mother couldn’t possibly understand. Her husband, a land surveyor, often left for work at eight and didn’t get home until six. The house was empty except for Bachmann. It was the first time in almost two decades—-since she had gotten married at nineteen and pregnant by twenty, and her days had become crowded with packing school lunches, playing princess, and running a family shuttle service—-that she felt genuinely alone. In high school, her friends told her she should become a model—-she had been that pretty—-but when she dropped out and then married a guitar player who eventually got a real job, she settled on being a mom instead. Now it was ten-thirty in the morning, her three daughters were gone, and Bachmann had resorted—-again—-to taping a piece of paper over the kitchen clock to stop herself from looking at it every three minutes.

She had no idea what to do next.

That day, she made a deal with herself: If she could make it until noon without going crazy or eating the cake in the fridge, she would leave the house and do something fun. She spent the next ninety minutes trying to figure out what exactly that would be. When the clock hit twelve o’clock, she put on some makeup and a nice dress and drove to a riverboat casino about twenty minutes away from her house. Even at noon on a Thursday, the casino was filled with people doing things besides watching soap operas and folding the laundry. There was a band playing near the entrance. A woman was handing out free cocktails. Bachmann ate shrimp from a buffet. The whole experience felt luxurious, like playing hooky. She made her way to a blackjack table where a dealer patiently explained the rules. When her forty dollars of chips were gone, she glanced at her watch and saw two hours had flown by and she needed to hurry home to pick up her youngest daughter. That night at dinner, for the first time in a month, she had something to talk about besides outguessing a contestant on The Price Is Right.

Angie Bachmann’s father was a truck driver who had remade himself, midlife, into a semi-famous songwriter. Her brother had become a songwriter, too, and had won awards. Bachmann, on the other hand, was often introduced by her parents as “the one who became a mom.”

“I always felt like the untalented one,” she told me. “I think I’m smart, and I know I was a good mom. But there wasn’t a lot I could point to and say, that’s why I’m special.”

After that first trip to the casino, Bachmann started going to the riverboat once a week, on Friday afternoons. It was a reward for making it through empty days, keeping the house clean, staying sane. She knew gambling could lead to trouble, so she set strict rules for herself. No more than one hour at the blackjack table per trip, and she only gambled what was in her wallet. “I considered it kind of like a job,” she told me. “I never left the house before noon, and I was always home in time to pick up my daughter. I was very disciplined.”

And she got good. At first, she could hardly make her money last an hour. Within six months, however, she had picked up enough tricks that she adjusted her rules to allow for two-or three-hour shifts, and she would still have cash in her pocket when she walked away. One afternoon, she sat down at the blackjack table with $80 in her purse and left with $530—-enough to buy groceries, pay the phone bill, and put a bit in the rainy day fund. By then, the company that owned the casino—-Harrah’s Entertainment—-was sending her coupons for free buffets. She would treat the family to dinner on Saturday nights.

The state where Bachmann was gambling, Iowa, had legalized gambling only a few years earlier. Prior to 1989, the state’s lawmakers worried that the temptations of cards and dice might be difficult for some citizens to resist. It was a concern as old as the nation itself. Gambling “is the child of avarice, the brother of iniquity and the father of mischief,” George Washington wrote in 1783. “This is a vice which is productive of every possible evil. . . In a word, few gain by this abominable practice, while thousands are injured.” 9.2 Protecting people from their bad habits in fact, defining which habits should be considered “bad” in the first place is a prerogative lawmakers have eagerly seized. Prostitution, gambling, liquor sales on the Sabbath, pornography, usurious loans, sexual relations outside of marriage (or, if your tastes are unusual, within marriage), are all habits that various legislatures have regulated, outlawed, or tried to discourage with strict (and often ineffective) laws.

When Iowa legalized casinos, lawmakers were sufficiently concerned that they limited the activity to riverboats and mandated that no one could wager more than $5 per bet, with a maximum loss of $200 per person per cruise. Within a few years, however, after some of the state’s casinos moved to Mississippi where no-limit gaming was allowed, the Iowa legislature lifted those restrictions. In 2010, the state’s coffers swelled by more than $269 million from taxes on gambling.

In 2000, Angie Bachmann’s parents, both longtime smokers, started showing signs of lung disease. She began flying to Tennessee to see them every other week, buying groceries and helping to cook dinner. When she came back home to her husband and daughters, the stretches seemed even lonelier now. Sometimes, the house was empty all day long; it was as if, in her absence, her friends had forgotten to invite her to things and her family had figured out how to get by on their own.

Bachmann was worried about her parents, upset that her husband seemed more interested in his work than her anxieties, and resentful of her kids who didn’t realize she needed them now, after all the sacrifices she had made while they were growing up. But whenever she hit the casino, those tensions would float away. She started going a couple times a week when she wasn’t visiting her parents, and then every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. She still had rules but she’d been gambling for years by now, and knew the axioms that serious players lived by. She never put down less than $25 a hand and always played two hands at once. “You have better odds at a higher limit table than at a lower limit table,” she told me. “You have to be able to play through the rough patches until your luck turns. I’ve seen people walk in with $150 and win $10,000. I knew I could do this if I followed my rules. I was in control.” 1 By then, she didn’t have to think about whether to take another card or double her bet she acted automatically, just as Eugene Pauly, the amnesiac, had eventually learned to always choose the right cardboard rectangle.

One day in 2000, Bachmann went home from the casino with $6,000 enough to pay rent for two months and wipe out the credit card bills that were piling up by the front door. Another time, she walked away with $2,000. Sometimes she lost, but that was part of the game. Smart gamblers knew you had to go down to go up. Eventually, Harrah’s gave her a line of credit so she wouldn’t have to carry so much cash. Other players sought her out and sat at her table because she knew what she was doing. At the buffet, the hosts would let her go to the front of the line. “I know how to play,” she told me. “I know that sounds like somebody who’s got a problem not recognizing their problem, but the only mistake I made was not quitting. There wasn’t anything wrong with how I played.”

Bachmann’s rules gradually became more flexible as the size of her winnings and losses expanded. One day, she lost $800 in an hour, and then earned $1,200 in forty minutes. Then her luck turned again and she walked away down $4,000. Another time, she lost $3,500 in the morning, earned $5,000 by 1 p.m., and lost another $3,000 in the afternoon. The casino had records of how much she owed and what she’d earned; she’d stopped keeping track herself. Then, one month, she didn’t have enough in her bank account for the electricity bill. She asked her parents for a small loan, and then another. She borrowed $2,000 one month, $2,500 the next. It wasn’t a big deal; they had the money.

Bachmann never had problems with drinking or drugs or overeating. She was a normal mom, with the same highs and lows as everyone else. So the compulsion she felt to gamble the insistent pull that made her feel distracted or irritable on days when she didn’t visit the casino, the way she found herself thinking about it all the time, the rush she felt on a good run caught her completely off guard. It was a new sensation, so unexpected that she hardly knew it was a problem until it had taken hold of her life. In retrospect, it seemed like there had been no dividing line. One day it was fun, and the next it was uncontrollable.

By 2001, she was going to the casino every day. She went whenever she fought with her husband or felt unappreciated by her kids. At the tables she was numb and excited, all at once, and her anxieties grew so faint she couldn’t hear them anymore. The high of winning was so immediate. The pain of losing passed so fast.

“You want to be a big shot,” her mother told her when Bachmann called to borrow more money. “You keep gambling because you want the attention.”

That wasn’t it, though. “I just wanted to feel good at something,” she said to me. “This was the only thing I’d ever done where it seemed like I had a skill.”

By the summer of 2001, Bachmann’s debts to Harrah’s hit $20,000. She had been keeping the losses secret from her husband, but when her mother finally cut off the stipends, she broke down and confessed. They hired a bankruptcy attorney, cut up her credit cards, and sat at the kitchen table to write out a plan for a more austere, responsible life. She took her dresses to a used clothing store and withstood the humiliation of a nineteen-year-old turning down almost all of them because, she said, they were out of style.

Eventually, it started to feel like the worst was over. Finally, she thought, the compulsion was gone.

But, of course, it wasn’t even close to the end. Years later, after she had lost everything and had ruined her life and her husband’s, after she had thrown away hundreds of thousands of dollars and her lawyer had argued before the state’s highest court that Angie Bachmann gambled not by choice, but out of habit, and thus shouldn’t bear culpability for her losses, after she had become an object of scorn on the Internet, where people compared her to Jeffrey Dahmer and parents who abuse their kids, she would wonder: How much responsibility do I actually bear?

“I honestly believe anyone in my shoes would have done the same things,” Bachmann told me.
 

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Is coca cola bad?

Why is that your decision to make? Who should make that decision? An organization of elected officials? A single leader?

How about the billions of people on earth, each able to choose freely to either buy it or not buy it, and have the freedom to do so?

That's why the free market is so beautiful. It's the original decentralized force. Each man must work for his money. His work makes the money matter to him. His hours and his effort and a piece of his life went into each dollar, and he gets to choose what happens to that dollar. If he decides coca cola deserves his dollar, what moral right do you have over this man? Are you his mother? He is free and should decide what deserves the money he has earned with his time and effort and intelligence.

Together there are billions of economic decisions each day. What to buy, what not to buy, where to buy it, etc. And the people who produce these things are motivated to make good decisions to serve these consumers otherwise they cease to exist. The business owner wants to be rich. He has to produce something of value in an efficient enough way to make a profit. The employee is motived to work doing something reasonable for reasonable pay. He can work anywhere he wants. A job paying $1 an hour would get no takers in america because they can go get something better. So the company has to have an efficient enough system to pay workers a rate at which they will work there, and still make a profit. The consumer is motivated to make good purchasing decisions otherwise he wastes the money he's earned. Each piece of the machine has authentic motivations and each persons decisions are guided by these motivations each and every day. What a beautiful, elegent, justified system.

It's given us every modern luxury and the incredible wealth we enjoy today. Even a person with hardly any skills can work a mindless job and live in a house that has the incredible technologies of electricity, running water, watching tv. It's a miracle and these things exist because of the power of the free market.

The free market is moral because it allows people to make their own decisions.

Your subjective morality is not the authority. You don't get to make decisions for other people. Business people laugh at you talking about morality not because they are bad people, but because they know that manipulative people use 'morality' as a justification for control.

You might say "oh, so the moral compass of our society is the almighty dollar?"

In economic choices, yes. The personal motivations and subjective views of each free man guides their economic decisions. As it should.
Hey Johnny, Great reply! More food for my thought.
 

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'The market just makes money it has no time for morals'

The market does not exist. It is just a commonly shared belief / system, like governments, corporations, organizations, etc. -- Groups of people. Individually these people are moral agents, but the entity they claim to belong to is just a concept. It is a claim of belonging (a tribe) one can 'hide' behind in an effort to escape moral responsibility and instead distribute it to the whole group or 'the system'.

Likewise, physical items are not moral agents either and cannot be considered good or evil. It may be wrong to sell and buy coca-cola, weapons, pornography-- but it depends on the circumstance of the sale with regard to the moral agency of the two people in the transaction.

It sounds to me as if you view some people as too stupid to have any moral responsibility. As if transactions often lack a moral agent as buyer or seller. As if average people are animals or inanimate objects?

If this shocks you, don't feel bad, because this belief is a prerequisite if ever you want to rule over others. A true evil person does not engage in commerce. He/she offers no right of refusal / choice for the victim. Since this is viewed by most as wrong and considered shameful, said person often hides behind a group entity and conceals what they are actually doing.
 
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How Gambling Habits Are Formed by Charles Duhigg

All the passages below are taken from Charles Duhigg’s book “The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business.” It was published in 2011.

Are We Responsible for Our Habits?

The morning the trouble began—-years before she realized there was even trouble in the first place—-Angie Bachmann was sitting at home, staring at the television, so bored that she was giving serious thought to reorganizing the silverware drawer. 9.1

Her youngest daughter had started kindergarten a few weeks earlier and her two older daughters were in middle school, their lives filled with friends and activities and gossip their mother couldn’t possibly understand. Her husband, a land surveyor, often left for work at eight and didn’t get home until six. The house was empty except for Bachmann. It was the first time in almost two decades—-since she had gotten married at nineteen and pregnant by twenty, and her days had become crowded with packing school lunches, playing princess, and running a family shuttle service—-that she felt genuinely alone. In high school, her friends told her she should become a model—-she had been that pretty—-but when she dropped out and then married a guitar player who eventually got a real job, she settled on being a mom instead. Now it was ten-thirty in the morning, her three daughters were gone, and Bachmann had resorted—-again—-to taping a piece of paper over the kitchen clock to stop herself from looking at it every three minutes.

She had no idea what to do next.

That day, she made a deal with herself: If she could make it until noon without going crazy or eating the cake in the fridge, she would leave the house and do something fun. She spent the next ninety minutes trying to figure out what exactly that would be. When the clock hit twelve o’clock, she put on some makeup and a nice dress and drove to a riverboat casino about twenty minutes away from her house. Even at noon on a Thursday, the casino was filled with people doing things besides watching soap operas and folding the laundry. There was a band playing near the entrance. A woman was handing out free cocktails. Bachmann ate shrimp from a buffet. The whole experience felt luxurious, like playing hooky. She made her way to a blackjack table where a dealer patiently explained the rules. When her forty dollars of chips were gone, she glanced at her watch and saw two hours had flown by and she needed to hurry home to pick up her youngest daughter. That night at dinner, for the first time in a month, she had something to talk about besides outguessing a contestant on The Price Is Right.

Angie Bachmann’s father was a truck driver who had remade himself, midlife, into a semi-famous songwriter. Her brother had become a songwriter, too, and had won awards. Bachmann, on the other hand, was often introduced by her parents as “the one who became a mom.”

“I always felt like the untalented one,” she told me. “I think I’m smart, and I know I was a good mom. But there wasn’t a lot I could point to and say, that’s why I’m special.”

After that first trip to the casino, Bachmann started going to the riverboat once a week, on Friday afternoons. It was a reward for making it through empty days, keeping the house clean, staying sane. She knew gambling could lead to trouble, so she set strict rules for herself. No more than one hour at the blackjack table per trip, and she only gambled what was in her wallet. “I considered it kind of like a job,” she told me. “I never left the house before noon, and I was always home in time to pick up my daughter. I was very disciplined.”

And she got good. At first, she could hardly make her money last an hour. Within six months, however, she had picked up enough tricks that she adjusted her rules to allow for two-or three-hour shifts, and she would still have cash in her pocket when she walked away. One afternoon, she sat down at the blackjack table with $80 in her purse and left with $530—-enough to buy groceries, pay the phone bill, and put a bit in the rainy day fund. By then, the company that owned the casino—-Harrah’s Entertainment—-was sending her coupons for free buffets. She would treat the family to dinner on Saturday nights.

The state where Bachmann was gambling, Iowa, had legalized gambling only a few years earlier. Prior to 1989, the state’s lawmakers worried that the temptations of cards and dice might be difficult for some citizens to resist. It was a concern as old as the nation itself. Gambling “is the child of avarice, the brother of iniquity and the father of mischief,” George Washington wrote in 1783. “This is a vice which is productive of every possible evil. . . In a word, few gain by this abominable practice, while thousands are injured.” 9.2 Protecting people from their bad habits in fact, defining which habits should be considered “bad” in the first place is a prerogative lawmakers have eagerly seized. Prostitution, gambling, liquor sales on the Sabbath, pornography, usurious loans, sexual relations outside of marriage (or, if your tastes are unusual, within marriage), are all habits that various legislatures have regulated, outlawed, or tried to discourage with strict (and often ineffective) laws.

When Iowa legalized casinos, lawmakers were sufficiently concerned that they limited the activity to riverboats and mandated that no one could wager more than $5 per bet, with a maximum loss of $200 per person per cruise. Within a few years, however, after some of the state’s casinos moved to Mississippi where no-limit gaming was allowed, the Iowa legislature lifted those restrictions. In 2010, the state’s coffers swelled by more than $269 million from taxes on gambling.

In 2000, Angie Bachmann’s parents, both longtime smokers, started showing signs of lung disease. She began flying to Tennessee to see them every other week, buying groceries and helping to cook dinner. When she came back home to her husband and daughters, the stretches seemed even lonelier now. Sometimes, the house was empty all day long; it was as if, in her absence, her friends had forgotten to invite her to things and her family had figured out how to get by on their own.

Bachmann was worried about her parents, upset that her husband seemed more interested in his work than her anxieties, and resentful of her kids who didn’t realize she needed them now, after all the sacrifices she had made while they were growing up. But whenever she hit the casino, those tensions would float away. She started going a couple times a week when she wasn’t visiting her parents, and then every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. She still had rules but she’d been gambling for years by now, and knew the axioms that serious players lived by. She never put down less than $25 a hand and always played two hands at once. “You have better odds at a higher limit table than at a lower limit table,” she told me. “You have to be able to play through the rough patches until your luck turns. I’ve seen people walk in with $150 and win $10,000. I knew I could do this if I followed my rules. I was in control.” 1 By then, she didn’t have to think about whether to take another card or double her bet she acted automatically, just as Eugene Pauly, the amnesiac, had eventually learned to always choose the right cardboard rectangle.

One day in 2000, Bachmann went home from the casino with $6,000 enough to pay rent for two months and wipe out the credit card bills that were piling up by the front door. Another time, she walked away with $2,000. Sometimes she lost, but that was part of the game. Smart gamblers knew you had to go down to go up. Eventually, Harrah’s gave her a line of credit so she wouldn’t have to carry so much cash. Other players sought her out and sat at her table because she knew what she was doing. At the buffet, the hosts would let her go to the front of the line. “I know how to play,” she told me. “I know that sounds like somebody who’s got a problem not recognizing their problem, but the only mistake I made was not quitting. There wasn’t anything wrong with how I played.”

Bachmann’s rules gradually became more flexible as the size of her winnings and losses expanded. One day, she lost $800 in an hour, and then earned $1,200 in forty minutes. Then her luck turned again and she walked away down $4,000. Another time, she lost $3,500 in the morning, earned $5,000 by 1 p.m., and lost another $3,000 in the afternoon. The casino had records of how much she owed and what she’d earned; she’d stopped keeping track herself. Then, one month, she didn’t have enough in her bank account for the electricity bill. She asked her parents for a small loan, and then another. She borrowed $2,000 one month, $2,500 the next. It wasn’t a big deal; they had the money.

Bachmann never had problems with drinking or drugs or overeating. She was a normal mom, with the same highs and lows as everyone else. So the compulsion she felt to gamble the insistent pull that made her feel distracted or irritable on days when she didn’t visit the casino, the way she found herself thinking about it all the time, the rush she felt on a good run caught her completely off guard. It was a new sensation, so unexpected that she hardly knew it was a problem until it had taken hold of her life. In retrospect, it seemed like there had been no dividing line. One day it was fun, and the next it was uncontrollable.

By 2001, she was going to the casino every day. She went whenever she fought with her husband or felt unappreciated by her kids. At the tables she was numb and excited, all at once, and her anxieties grew so faint she couldn’t hear them anymore. The high of winning was so immediate. The pain of losing passed so fast.

“You want to be a big shot,” her mother told her when Bachmann called to borrow more money. “You keep gambling because you want the attention.”

That wasn’t it, though. “I just wanted to feel good at something,” she said to me. “This was the only thing I’d ever done where it seemed like I had a skill.”

By the summer of 2001, Bachmann’s debts to Harrah’s hit $20,000. She had been keeping the losses secret from her husband, but when her mother finally cut off the stipends, she broke down and confessed. They hired a bankruptcy attorney, cut up her credit cards, and sat at the kitchen table to write out a plan for a more austere, responsible life. She took her dresses to a used clothing store and withstood the humiliation of a nineteen-year-old turning down almost all of them because, she said, they were out of style.

Eventually, it started to feel like the worst was over. Finally, she thought, the compulsion was gone.

But, of course, it wasn’t even close to the end. Years later, after she had lost everything and had ruined her life and her husband’s, after she had thrown away hundreds of thousands of dollars and her lawyer had argued before the state’s highest court that Angie Bachmann gambled not by choice, but out of habit, and thus shouldn’t bear culpability for her losses, after she had become an object of scorn on the Internet, where people compared her to Jeffrey Dahmer and parents who abuse their kids, she would wonder: How much responsibility do I actually bear?

“I honestly believe anyone in my shoes would have done the same things,” Bachmann told me.
That’s a great read. Thanks Anti!
 

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'The market just makes money it has no time for morals'

The market does not exist. It is just a commonly shared belief / system, like governments, corporations, organizations, etc. -- Groups of people. Individually these people are moral agents, but the entity they claim to belong to is just a concept. It is a claim of belonging (a tribe) one can 'hide' behind in an effort to escape moral responsibility and instead distribute it to the whole group or 'the system'.

Likewise, physical items are not moral agents either and cannot be considered good or evil. It may be wrong to sell and buy coca-cola, weapons, pornography-- but it depends on the circumstance of the sale with regard to the moral agency of the two people in the transaction.

It sounds to me as if you view some people as too stupid to have any moral responsibility. As if transactions often lack a moral agent as buyer or seller. As if average people are animals or inanimate objects?

If this shocks you, don't feel bad, because this belief is a prerequisite if ever you want to rule over others. A true evil person does not engage in commerce. He/she offers no right of refusal / choice for the victim. Since this is viewed by most as wrong and considered shameful, said person often hides behind a group entity and conceals what they are actually doing.
Hi Eudaimonium, Great point! But I feel like the selling side understands how certain people tick via research or knowledge and take advantage of if. Instead of stupid I’d use the word human nature. Will a 16 year old kid reject pornography? Most likely not right? So what are they expecting putting free porn on internet.
 

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Are moral standards MAKING you poor? No. No such thing.
But they are catered to the poor. Morals are like religion imo. The majority sacrifices their individuality and grand desires so the minority can be powerful and control everything.
Not that religion is evil. But it demands everyone follow a script so the majority of society lives a decent, adequate life. Majority sacrifice, for a so so life.
Atleast that's how it was supposed to be.
Now it's not even that. We all know we are on the downfall period of the cycles of civilization.

But yes, nowadays morals cater to those that follow the script. But doesn't mean being humane, sympathetic and a good human to others is bad. But stuff like "having money means youre a bigot/greedy" yes thats programming.
IMO
 
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Are moral standards MAKING you poor? No. No such thing.
But they are catered to the poor. Morals are like religion imo. The majority sacrifices their individuality and grand desires so the minority can be powerful and control everything.
Not that religion is evil. But it demands everyone follow a script so the majority of society lives a decent, adequate life. Majority sacrifice, for a so so life.
Atleast that's how it was supposed to be.
Now it's not even that. We all know we are on the downfall period of the cycles of civilization.

But yes, nowadays morals cater to those that follow the script. But doesn't mean being humane, sympathetic and a good human to others is bad. But stuff like "having money means youre a bigot/greedy" yes thats programming.
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Hi Prince, Yes I agree but what scares me is I see being unhumane and destroying free speech being written in the morally justified script. I see scary times ahead. Hope I am wrong.
 

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Hi WJK, Yes I agree but there’s a team of people counting on poor guy to make a poor choice to make a buck off him. I mean poor guy seems to be a bit lonely in this situation XD
The real question IF he can learn and figure out the system. And if and when does, will he be willing to change what he is doing and how he's reacting. It all goes back to the 80-20 rule. Very few people really get it.
 

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After mulling over this thread, I think that you do NOT accept the truism that Life is not fair. It never was and it never will be. Stuff happens to everyone all the time.

Some people take that lemon and make lemonade. That unfortunate event becomes the whole reason for them to strive and thrive. Others are completely mowed over. They are totally destroyed in one swipe.
 

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After mulling over this thread, I think that you do NOT accept the truism that Life is not fair. It never was and it never will be. Stuff happens to everyone all the time.

Some people take that lemon and make lemonade. That unfortunate event becomes the whole reason for them to strive and thrive. Others are completely mowed over. They are totally destroyed in one swipe.
Actually I view it like life is already unfair what are the chances if you play ‘fair’ XD
 
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After mulling over this thread, I think that you do NOT accept the truism that Life is not fair. It never was and it never will be. Stuff happens to everyone all the time.

Some people take that lemon and make lemonade. That unfortunate event becomes the whole reason for them to strive and thrive. Others are completely mowed over. They are totally destroyed in one swipe.
I was thinking this very thought today. Life isn’t fair.
 

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I was thinking this very thought today. Life isn’t fair.
I totally agree sir. It’s a disadvantage to your mindset if you think it’s ‘fair’. Well it’s deep It’s fair to a degree that I believe we are fortunate enough to have a smart phone, computer and all four I believe and trust I will be rich with smart work and discipline. So to be clear I’m not like life’s unfair cry face. I love life!
 

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Actually I view it like life is already unfair what are the chances if you play ‘fair’ XD
I play "fair" every day with people who need a break. And I'm doing fine. You should try it.

I provide the only low/moderate-income housing, the only self-service Laundromat, and the only full hook-up RV spaces in my community. There's a lot of us out there quietly making a difference. Some of us feel like we make a big difference.

This week I lined up the help that saved a woman's life and the lives of her 2 little kids, from the abuse of her live-in boyfriend. They were my tenants. She snuck out while he was sleeping. She came to me for help. She left last night with her kids to go to be with her family. He's in jail with 3 felony charges. It was about 4 days of heavy drama and now she and the kids are safely away. He'll swear that I didn't play fair since I called the police on him.
 
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I play "fair" every day with people who need a break. And I'm doing fine. You should try it.

I provide the only low/moderate-income housing, the only self-service Laundromat, and the only full hook-up RV spaces in my community. There's a lot of us out there quietly making a difference. Some of us feel like we make a big difference.

This week I lined up the help that saved a woman's life and the lives of her 2 little kids, from the abuse of her live-in boyfriend. They were my tenants. She snuck out while he was sleeping. She came to me for help. She left last night with her kids to go to be with her family. He's in jail with 3 felony charges. It was about 4 days of heavy drama and now she and the kids are safely away. He'll swear that I didn't play fair since I called the police on him.
Good on you!
I’m repulsed by the weak man like that. He has what’s coming to him.
 

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I play "fair" every day with people who need a break. And I'm doing fine. You should try it.

I provide the only low/moderate-income housing, the only self-service Laundromat, and the only full hook-up RV spaces in my community. There's a lot of us out there quietly making a difference. Some of us feel like we make a big difference.

This week I lined up the help that saved a woman's life and the lives of her 2 little kids, from the abuse of her live-in boyfriend. They were my tenants. She snuck out while he was sleeping. She came to me for help. She left last night with her kids to go to be with her family. He's in jail with 3 felony charges. It was about 4 days of heavy drama and now she and the kids are safely away. He'll swear that I didn't play fair since I called the police on him.
Good on you man! I mean like things soft cyber attack on competitors and they can’t do anything about it since you have lawyers level stuff, it’s almost black and white on your case. I mean at the end it’s just case by case and how we understand it as a person.
 

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Good on you!
I’m repulsed by the weak man like that. He has what’s coming to him.
And I'm having him served with a DO NOT TRESPASS order while he's in jail. It took a few days, but we got him arrested, got a Protective Ordered signed by the judge and accepted by the Marshall, got her boxes of stuff shipped, got her airline tickets, and got her and the kids out of town. He can't threaten or hurt her or the kids anymore. It's not really part of my job or business, but I was there to help her.

So, when people talk about that no one cares, it's a myth. A woman I know who is a clerk at the Court helped the woman fill out the Protective Order. Then that clerk shepherded the order through getting it signed by the Judge that afternoon. We hand-carried that order to the Marshal's office. The ladies at the post office opened their counter for me so we could ship her boxes on Veteran's Day. I called them at the last minute the night before and took them the boxes. They know me and I called in a favor. When I told them what was going on, they opened their counter on that holiday. They got her boxes sent. Everyone around here pitched in helped her get ready to go. And one of my tenants took her and her kids to the airport so she could leave. I believe that most people are basically good and kind if they get a chance.
 
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And I'm having him served with a DO NOT TRESPASS order while he's in jail. It took a few days, but we got him arrested, got a Protective Ordered signed by the judge and accepted by the Marshall, got her boxes of stuff shipped, got her airline tickets, and got her and the kids out of town. He can't threaten or hurt her or the kids anymore. It's not really part of my job or business, but I was there to help her.

So, when people talk about that no one cares, it's a myth. A woman I know who is a clerk at the Court helped the woman fill out the Protective Order. Then that clerk shepherded the order through getting it signed by the Judge that afternoon. We hand-carried that order to the Marshal's office. The ladies at the post office opened their counter for me so we could ship her boxes on Veteran's Day. I called them at the last minute the night before and took them the boxes. They know me and I called in a favor. When I told them what was going on, they opened their counter on that holiday. They got her boxes sent. Everyone around here pitched in helped her get ready to go. And one of my tenants took her and her kids to the airport so she could leave. I believe that most people are basically good and kind if they get a chance.
Actually my example in mind is are the women posting soft porn on Instagram fishing men with the false hope that she will talk to them after they sign up only fans moral?
 

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Actually my example in mind is are the women posting soft porn on Instagram fishing men with the false hope that she will talk to them after they sign up only fans moral?eminds me of the one time I was on periscope and the boyfriend was selling the girlfriend.

Reminds me of the time I was on periscope and a teenage boyfriend was selling his teenage girlfriend so they could have some money for weed.
 

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Hey man, I do believe In value and does not suggest harming people or cheating people, like I look at the porn industry, There is always a need. Am I a bad person if I sell porn? But the customers are happy and it’s real value. This is bugging me. An example that is more close to my heart my dad is sick and he is addicted to sugar, all my love can’t stop him from eating cake and drinking coke. Those things have value to him but I know the responsibility is on him, but it takes two hands to clap, this is what’s bugging me.
If you have a problem with an industry you can choose not to do it.

But I think you have framed the title (are morals scripted for the poor) in a such way that you have an assumption that rich people made money by screwing others which is entirely the opposite from the truth.

On average, people who have any success in business on likely to be far more ethical than the average employee, on the “altruism vs selfishness” index

An employee gets paid by showing up. A business gets paid when they have proved their value to the eye of the payor. It is a much higher bar to climb.

Just because you sell a “sin good” like alcohol, doesn’t mean that you will make more money than selling something less sinful. There is always competition in every field. So the premise of “less ethical and hence more money made” is just wrong in every way.
 
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I don’t want to be rude to OP, but this is the total opposite mindset of a successful person. The premise is wrong and the topic is pointless. Change your mindset while you still can.

Anytime someone start with “I don’t mean to______”, they mean it. :rofl:
 
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Anytime someone start with “I don’t mean to______”, they mean it. :rofl:
You mean the part about being rude? But do you agree or disagree?

(also, no I really was serious that it wasn’t a shot at OP - it was about changing this mindset to anyone reading)

be direct man! Haha
 
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I still don’t understand what the OP is asking LOl. Seriously. The question makes no sense to me and I can’t even vote. So, I guess I agree with what you said @thechosen1
 

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I believe honestly is everything you have in business. So if I have to sell candy because the market demands it I just frankly tell them it kills you slowing but it will still sell(maybe even better like cigarettes sell better with warnings) That way I’m a honest man that sell things that make you happy but kills you long term.
You can choose not to sell candies.

There is no reason to believe that because candies harm people and therefore you will make more money selling candies.

There are competition in all fields.
 

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