Money Soldiers

The image of money soldiers is gripping me. I see an army of them, working, doing my bidding.  I say "go there" and they go.  Each dollar represents a soldier and they are MY army, I am the commanding officer. I don't work for money, it works for me. Somehow someway, money has become a distorted giant, to be revered and bowed down to.  Obsequiousness abounds when working class meets wealthy. The underlying belief, or at least one of them, is of worthiness.  The wealthy person had to have done a lot of things right, and is perhaps just a little smarter than the average bear, to have accumulated money. Perhaps this IS TRUE!  I'm okay with this, because opportunity abounds  and as Forrest Gump would say "stupid is as stupid does" OR, my modification, smart is as smart does.  Learning from others is a jacked up way to get an education, especially if you watch and emulate the best.