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Dear Humanity #6 - We Know the Game Is Rigged

March 12, 2019

Dear Humanity,

What the fuck are you doing?

Please answer within 30 days. Talk to us in spring, can you handle it?

Love,

Perpetual Inspiration

We know the game is rigged. We live it, talk about it, read dope articles about it by those who seem to see way more than we. My God, how can this be possible?! We query and shout about the Panama Papers, about offshore tax havens, about kleptocrats and impervious billionaire mavens - the fuh, seriously? Bitches can roll like that? Not only can they in their system, but they do. Citizens United, says the wealthy Supreme Court, arguing from a certain Position which we know as the voice of wealth and ownership. This the spin of our society. From city landscape to Lego Micro Cities. Build your own mini metropolis!

Listen

Panopticon

Universal, suffusive, microbial.

Attention

We know the game is rigged and we know banks destroy our souls and we cry perpetually about monopolies and grand bailouts at taxpayer expense. What is going on?

And we do not like the fact that the game is rigged against us. We fight for a living rage, and They crush it, laughing, argue against it in public, as a way of life, an ideology and a position, and, best, they get people out there, Americans, to vote for it, this position, this anti-human position. Extraordinary. And shows how stupid is the human monkey. Oh, it’s ok, don’t be mad - universal fucking stupidity. To keep following their game according to their rules. “No matter how obvious the irrational character of the whole may manifest itself and, with it, the necessity of change, insight into necessity has never sufficed for seizing the possible alternatives. Confronted with the omnipresent efficiency of the given system of life, its alternatives have always appeared utopian. And insight into necessity, the consciousness of the evil state, will not suffice even at the stage where the accomplishments of science and the level of productivity have eliminated the utopian features of the alternatives - where the established reality rather than its opposite is utopian.” The reason this hurts is that our current system believes that it is the best, at its dominant level of paradigm implementation. And so constructed, with all the books and measures of success, arguments and all power absorbed into it, from ideology to military, discursive and spiritual, it crushes alternatives. Absorbs them, eats them alive, kills them. The Road to Serfdom, Hayek wrote and the Right shit. Another book with which to fight the (bloody fucking) Left. Those who never read a word of Adam Smith anyhow. They compose these pamphlets of whole power domination, and they teach their youth according to that system. To win the Golden Ticket. They argue that their system is utopian, the right one, socialism is the guarantor of slavery, and yet.

And yet all we do is gaze upon this system and see it for what it is. Foul, despoiling, exploitative, unequal, destructive, and, given the way its wealth accrued, actually Evil, according to the dialectical spirit state of the time. Pure fucking evil. Gaze upon the Church, its fantasy rhetoric (see Yuval Noah Harari), and yet see their living way. There is no way to avoid this sickness of Evil. No wonder Zion in the mind. Minds of Zion. No wonder. They think it’s the shit while they gas millions. The Consciousness of the Evil State. To diss the Dominant Way, he does with the best of slayers. And he also disses mainstream sociology (and square Academia more broadly).

To slay the idiots fighting for the man, to destroy as Orestes managed in Merchants of Doubt, which you should all read. “Does this mean that the critical theory of society abdicates and leaves the field to an empirical sociology which, freed from all theoretical guidance except a methodological one, succumbs to the fallacies of misplaced concreteness, thus performing an ideological service while proclaiming the elimination of value judgments? Or do the dialectical concepts once again testify to their truth - by comprehending their own situation as that of the society which they analyze?”

But the Voice is the Thing. “A response might suggest itself if one considers the critical theory precisely at the point of its greatest weakness - its inability to demonstrate the liberating tendencies within the established society.” So critical theory, so the Frankfurt School, don’t carry the arms necessary for Babylon’s destruction. So Bob Marley burned Babylon daily, and yet and more? The Voice is the Thing, which is why critical theory must bust the dopeness, which is why so many millions have believed the revolution, the commonwealth freedom, the sustainability plan.

Critical theory maintains a sustained attack. Revolutionary thought, believed, seen, expressed. Marshaling others who see also. The thing that is the thing. “The critical theory of society, was, at the time of its origin, confronted with the presence of real forces (objective and subjective) in the established society which moved (or could be guided to move) toward more rational and freer institutions by abolishing the existing ones which had become obstacles to progress. These were the empirical grounds on which the theory was erected, and from these empirical grounds derived the idea of the liberation of inherent possibilities - the development, otherwise blocked and distorted, of material and intellectual productivity, faculties, and needs. Without the demonstration of such forces, the critique of society would still be valid and rational, but it would be incapable of translating its rationality into terms of historical practice. The conclusion? ‘Liberation of inherent possibilities’ no longer adequately expresses the historical alternative” (255) Nope. It’s time for war. And we all know it. Wrest this power from those billionaire dogs. Rush the golden gates of Babylon, the Owners’ golden towers across the globe, and burn their cities to the ground. Their stock options. Their banks. Their systems. This the only logical solution to their intransigence. And they know it’s coming. They fear their own wrongdoing, they smell their own sins. They wallow in their disbelief.

The totalitarians made their choices. And History knows the next move, the swing. As do we all. “The enchained possibilities of advanced industrial societies are: development of the productive forces on an enlarged scale, extension of the conquest of nature, growing satisfaction of needs for a growing number of people, creation of new needs and faculties. But these possibilities are gradually being realized through means and institutions which cancel their liberating potential, and this process affects not only the men sub talk the ends. The instruments of productivity and progress, organized into a totalitarian system, determine not only the actual but also the possible utilizations.” The free enterprise system is a totalitarian system, and life and death have arrived at complete domestication for profit, for the productivity of a mass system, organizing the whole, and profits fly infinitely where privatization has totalized life itself.

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