Will capitalism win in the end? From Elizabeth Nickson at elizabethnickson.substack.com:
Don’t bother to fight it, chickens. It’s going to happen. And it’s going to be fun destroying your trillion dollar propaganda war machine the bitter end of which is global ruin.
When I was 22, I dated a philosophy professor, an Indian, from the Untouchable class, his parents indentured laborers in Trinidad. He had been picked up by the Anglican Church and sent to Oxford, and then been picked up by Paul Goodman and Ivan Illich, two men who are central to the putrefaction in the educational system we endure today. And in Goodman’s case, the putrefaction in our sexual lives.
My mind strip mined his. I was unstoppably hungry, starved for information, ideas, anything new. I wanted to know what he knew, and he was more than willing to suborn a white girl from an old family. The delight of revenge, no doubt, was overwhelming. So there I was consuming Marx, Lenin, Mao, hurtling along the road to perdition, when finally, I had to make a living, and that became the principal focus.
Thank God.
I’m not kidding. There were fewer openings for radicals then, but I’d already soured on it, the whole thing too depressing, miserable, babies in wet diapers blaming everyone and everything else. Life is hard. Fix one thing, and see how reality bites for the well-intentioned.
Charts are a construct of the white male partriarchy.
Go long on beans, bulllets, bandages.
Human Nature will never be conquered and the New Man workers utopia is beneath the mountain of skulls.