The equation has changed.
Capitalism = Feudalism + Usury + Slavery
Capitalism = Feudalism + Turbo-usury + Globalism.
(Globalism involves adapted, less visible forms of slavery.)
expensive prescription drugs are pushed
through aggressive advertising
by their manufacturers - sometimes with help
from Federal authorities.
Hence the Opiate Addiction Epidemic,
which, thanks to racism, has not so badly
affected Ethnic Minorities.
(I am thinking of the teachers at my semi-public school
where I was forced to play nasty, 'manly' games
and go for runs in foul weather)
- many people
prefer the ecstasy of sarcasm
to the ecstasy of orgasm.
I wonder if anyone enjoys both ecstasies together ?
"I Care A Lot is a damning indictment of the corruption that pollutes the courts, healthcare, for-profit elderly care and, most of all, state-sanctioned guardianship, which strips the elderly and disabled folks of their agency." - (review on Rotten Tomatoes)
Audience score a mere 35% on Rotten Tomatoes, but 6.3 on Imdb.
This wonderfully dystopian (American, therefore violent), semi-satirical thriller about the criminalisation of the American healthcare system (by doctors and lawyers) has no pleasant characters. It features a lesbian relationship between two nasty-greedies, and a sexy evil Russian hairy dwarf (Peter Dinklage) who reflect the medieval prejudices of our culture.
see also: Ripping off the bereaved.
Not only am I a precursor
of the baby-boom Me-Generation,
but also, since around 1960
I have been 'assailed' continually
by reports of famines, genocides,
civil wars...not to mention
the films and books,
now e-mails and websites
devoted to 'man's inhumanity',
and so I now most conveniently in my fugitivity
have Compassion Fatigue
from mumbling ever-uselessly
at the edge of ever more catastrophes.
is that of bringing suffering
directly or indirectly into the world;
the lesser is to separate children definitively,
ineluctably according to their sex.
When I told my farmer friend
during a February heat-wave
here in southern France,
that I was pretty sure we'd have
frost in May, he laughed.
But I'm not bad at long-range
weather forecasting. This morning
the fields were sparkling white.
I was fired abruptly from my budding (and only) career
as a magazine columnist by writing, sometime around 1980
(when monster-finders switched their crusading attention
from 'homosexuals' to 'paedophiles')
that sex between men and boys was not necessarily abusive,
could be a Hellenic act of kindness and tenderness by both parties
- and that I as a fatherless and sexually-curious boy
emotionally-abused and physically beaten at school by men,
would have welcomed an occasional kindly, gentle, hairy,
therapeutic hand on my genitals from around the age of ten.
for somebody you have never met
and do not know is utterly ridiculous.
"African Wild (or 'Painted') dogs
vote by sneezing,
deciding whether to hunt
based on a quorum of achoos.
When their leader – always female – dies,
they vote for her successor with eerie whoops and hoots.
They rarely fight and are particularly successful predators,
gleefully ripping apart live smaller prey
by each holding a limb and pulling in four directions."
I used to have a parrot that screamed
"HELP! THEY TURNED ME INTO A PARROT"
I am really a dog,
but nobody cares that I was turned into a human,
probably by anti-abortionists.
are not really theories
People who are attracted to them
are not wanting information,
simply confirmation of their prejudices.
they don't understand the randomness
of sickness or the lightning-strike.
I notice that I tend not to believe
people whose faces I do not like.
chastity is the strangest,"
wrote priapic Anatole France.
Had he not heard of serial rapists,
necrophilia, pædophilia, bestiality,
binding tight another's balls
with a leather bootlace,
and other forms of sexual cruelty ?
Chastity is no perversion -
but perhaps a kind of grace.
(Though a lot depends on what you mean
by perversion, and by chastity.)
Every day, as I get out of bed
to open the shutters
I think of my dead,
my beautiful dead.
They come back in my dreams.
Why should I push them out of my head,
my beautiful dead ?
The first was my fierce grandmother's
beautiful corpse on her bed
whom I lay on and kissed in the hope
that she'd wake up before her soul fled.
(I was ten at the time.)
I stroked all their corpses,
my beautiful dead -
my aunt and my mother, my dogs -
all except one who was murdered.
The last one I killed because he had killed
too many chickens and cats.
I buried him with his ball
in a tumbledown shed
in the wood by my house,
the last (so I hope) of my beautiful dead.
...until all the infants are dead.
Jesus had nothing to say
on environmental issues;
though he wore sandals
he was not an 'eco-freak'.
But for millennia before and after him
Nature has been turning the other cheek.
let us not do so 'positively'
according to wealth or fame,
by (estimated) carbon footprint,
the smallest of which is committed
by beggars and the poor, who receive
only the shit of the suffering we consume,
and will soon have no earth to inherit.
I might well and wholeheartedly have embraced Communism,
unaware that Lenin and Stalin (white males, like Marx)
had already destroyed it,
thus ensuring the terrible, temporary
triumph of Consumer Capitalism.