HAVE YOU EVER WANTED more? I mean lots more, MORE of this, MORE of that. Have you ever heard the phrase "All property is theft!" and wanted to extend your fist into the private property of that public mouth from which you heard those ridiculously poetic words just shouted? Where is more? Evermore. Who is less? Nonetheless. Is the universe chaotic? Psychotic? Programmable nonsense. Or is this wild wobbly marble of unintended consequences the ultimate parade of unscrutinized order? Existential Baby, shake, rattle and roll, always a suspect, never a friend...
Posted by: aware54397
Apr 19, 05:35 AM
Until the mid 1800's society was surging. Since then it is the State that has surged. The last hundred years has been the time of domination of every possible thing by the State. Now we will enter the time of regretting the politicization of everything when the bill finally comes due.
The concept of the State was always a lie, which is why so many fail to understand why good ideas always seem to go wrong with government. It starts with "helping" a guy down on his luck and turns him into a perpetual demander of other people's money enforceable through the State. A thimble of "help" followed by a trainload of corruption engineered by a true criminal class of professional politicians.
All forms of government is bent to revert to its true nature sooner or later. It just took ours a little longer than most, but thanks to legal plunder and distracted citizens we have arrived. Now we will rue the day we ever trusted government to be "good". Over the next decade or so many will pay with their lives for this.
When the Western state finally crumbles, what happens next? You be the judge. Or, uh, is that somebody else's job?
Let us be frank when we ask ourselves just what on God's Green Acre we think of when we think of the state? How are the so-called Peoples' Councils that Marxists clang and clamor for any different than City Hall and the Orange Cap Patrol that either bring a snarl or a smile to our random faces now?
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me.
When does a peaceful conservative or a merry prankster stop trying to prop up an essential but failing institution or state? Especially one being pummeled not only by its immediate enemies but by the very writing on the wall? What does a conscientious conservative or pansy pied piper do next when the thunder and the lightening and the rain has turned to blood, fire and thuggery on both the plains and the mountains, in the cities and the rivers?
When the once cringing sound of "all private property is theft" no longer seems absurd, perhaps we can finally re-emerge as rugged individualists who realize the world is exceedingly too complex for any one nation to simplify, but it is fair and simple enough for the many to restore (for all the smart reasons) given the grace and timeliness of knowledge, so as to simply enjoy it within the complexities of our own simple lives...
It was in the calm and peace of his house in Hastings that Desai was able to analyse what he felt about Marx. Tall and narrow, the house commands a panoramic view of the English Channel which Desai has quickly learnt to love. He delights in waking up to a view of the sea and, for the first six months, kept photographing its changing moods.
"It changes one's view of life," he enthuses. "It is fascinating, uplifting, a joyous thing." He bought the house in Hastings because he "wanted somewhere to put my 10,000 books". Every Thursday evening, Desai makes the one hour 40 minute pilgrimage from London Bridge to Hastings, and returns on Monday. "It is here in Hastings I do all my cooking, all my writing, all my thinking," he says. "This is a marvellous place. It is now my main home."
The shift to Hastings also represents his own spiritual, emotional and political journey. His reassessment of Marxism began 20 years ago. In his youth, he, like many others, had assumed that capitalism would be vanquished, sooner rather than later, by socialism.
Yes, Martha Manwaring. Life is short, but every once in a while one may discover that the hard-boiled social philosophers accustomed to the occupational depths of conflict crave the simple joys, too. This Marxist clown, with all due respect, has grown to realize what we petty capitalists here at the Scenewash Project were brash enough to quip while whingeing among a few card-carrying Marxists brought together by the Internet of the day some fifteen years ago.
It was I, wrote Gabriel, who said, "Frankly lads, in my estimation, Capitalism is the purest form of Communism ever practiced!"
Expectingly, I and thee watched their eyes roll then! But fear not!
For now we have the global debt crisis and Gentleman George Soros cascading along the scars and scabs of Kierkegaard Boulevard to prove it!