Violence by Design- Athens to Brussels, the Orchestra of Poverty Plays On

You hear that sound, dear compatriots? It’s the raw lament of retirees who broke their backs for 40 years, only for the state to declare: “Congratulations! You’ve earned the right to survive on €400 a month—with dignity as an optional extra.” The ghost-pension: enough to feed you, if… you dine on dreams.

And as a wise man, Gandhi, once warned: “Poverty is the worst form of violence.” Bravo, Greece 2025: this violence isn’t metaphorical.

It’s systemic humiliation, turning old age into a hunger game.

And don’t think Europe is asleep. Oh, no.
The Commission, with the subtle grace of a diplomat finding a cockroach in their soup, scorns the Mitsotakis government: “Do SOMETHING about poverty and housing!”
Makes perfect sense: when rents devour wages like Icarus devoured sunlight, and families eye cupboards as potential bedrooms, even Brussels smells the crisis.

But our politicians? Busy trading rehearsed smirks and suggesting solutions like “Let them eat pies if they lack bread.”

Meanwhile, housing—that basic human right—has become a millionaire’s hobby. Selling a ’70s apartment? Demand new-build prices with “smart” appliances and energy-certified… air.
Why not?
The logic is flawless: if you can’t buy, just inherit. Unless your parents own nothing—then you’re sentenced to eternal rent. And the state?
Watches with the active inertia of grass in a wildfire. Could we adjust tax rates by building age, so you’re not paying delusional prices for crumbling walls?

No, friends. That would be far too practical.
They’d rather preach about our great digital renaissance—where bailouts are “history,” yet retirees budget like stray cats.
And the youth? Those expected to raise children, build families, sustain society?
They’re told: “Rejoice! Your €450 closet rental is a privilege. And landlords? They’re victims too.” Yes, victims… with passive income funneled to Brussels bank accounts.

The irony curdles into disgust: a state that can’t (or won’t) protect its foundation—yesterday’s workers, today’s youth—babbles about “growth.”

It’s like 1929 economists shouting ‘the drop is artificial!’ as they leap from skyscrapers.
And politicians?
Still peddling “digital transformation” and “AI solutions,” in a country where basic intelligence—protecting your people—is declared obsolete.

So when the Commission mocks you, retirees beg for dignity, and the young plot escape through emigration, when do we call this “crisis” what it is: orchestrated violence?
As Gandhi warned, poverty is violence.
And this violence has a first and last name.
The question is: when do we start treating it as such—instead of smiling through the powers’ cynical theater?

Survival of the fittest (retired).
And remember: if your pension falls short, you can always auction your memories as vintage collectibles. Maybe.