We are a force that is crippled, as lovers of fiction we are disrespected. We are not loved in any manor at all. The people who wields the sword, laughs at us. They think we are a joke, because they can use the sword against us, because we lack the knowledge of the sword. They even use the pen and pass laws, we keep supporting them.
Every single vote or capitalism is a means of control. They do not us to work together my fellow users. They want us to be happy people who leads empty lives. They hire us and then fire us, when ready. They make a joke out of our wants and needs.