I’m very disappointed by the current financial crisis. When I first heard about it, I thought to myself well fuck, at least it’ll make people cooperate a little. Because that’s what crises do – make people get themselves together and support one another. Or die. Whichever. People recycle their cans and grow their own shit in victory gardens and other such lovely acts of sanity so we all can kill Nazis or afford bootleg booze or get just enough seeds to support our sharecropping overlords or whatever we need to do. The crisis is to a degree meaningless. The point is, adapt or die.
But, shit, it doesn’t seem to be happening. People appear to be just as myopic and awful as ever. You’d think, that after being told that their entire economy was built on an unstable swampland of bad debt and destructive financial practices, and after having it demonstrated large-scale, they’d perhaps get their shit together. Forget carrying the groceries of your old neighbor; how about just not being an active jackass? People don’t have to be inherently good – although it would be nice – they just need to behave out of a healthy fear of the collapse of their society. If the Great Depression taught us anything, it’s that we cannot continue to fuck each other indefinitely. Eventually, it will grow past the point of control and it will begin to tailspin, terminating in a smoking crater. A few people will make off like bandits, the rest of us will be completely fucked and busy picking up the pieces. Seriously, it’s happened before. It was called the Great Depression and you were all taught it in school so don’t pretend that you didn’t know about it. You know all those black and white pictures of poor farmers starving to death and teenagers riding railroads to find absolutely any work? That’s going to be you if you keep it up.
So start growing shit in your gardens and don’t ferociously screw others out of money at any cost. Not because it’s the right thing to do, though it is, but because eventually you’re going to get knocked down into the dirt with all the other people. Unless you’re extremely rich and own the banks.
Tags: bastard philosophy, politics
