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"in practice these same doctrinaire liberals, when the existence or the stability of the State is seriously threatened, are just as fanatical defenders of the State as are the monarchists" [About Freedom]
Interesting. Sounds like the apathetic and resigned individuals I interact with most weeks.
They know things are bad, but what can they do, except support the system? Tax me harder.
"Their adherence to the State, which flatly contradicts their liberal maxims, can be explained in two ways: in practice, their class interests make the immense majority of doctrinaire liberals members of the bourgeoisie. This very numerous and respectable class demand, only for themselves, the exclusive rights and privileges of complete license. The socio-economic base of its political existence rests upon no other principle than the unrestricted license expressed in the famous phrases laissez faire and laissez passer. But they want this anarchy only for themselves, not for the masses who must remain under the severe discipline of the State because they are “too ignorant to enjoy this anarchy without abusing it.”"
Wow who is this guy? Fascinating read just in the first paragraphs of the first article.
"The 1872 Hague Congress was dominated by a struggle between Bakunin and Marx, who was a key figure in the General Council of the International and argued for the use of the state to bring about socialism. In contrast, Bakunin and the anarchist faction argued for the replacement of the state by federations of self-governing workplaces and communes. Bakunin could not reach the Netherlands, and the anarchist faction lost the debate in his absence."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikhail_Bakunin
Interesting...
"Let us therefore trust the eternal Spirit which destroys and annihilates only
because it is the unfathomable and eternal source of all life. The passion for
destruction is a creative passion, too! (Bakunin 1842/1972, 57)"
-P83, [‘Strike out, right and left!’: a conceptual-historical analysis…]
https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s11212-019-09319-4
https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/franz-mehring-the-bakunin-marx-split-in-the-1st-international
This is his split with marx.
Marx got the backing of the banks, as your indoctrination into knowing his name, and not Bakunin's, proves.
Same reason we read 1984 in skool, but not The Iron Heel.
I was gonna give you a link to the movie 'Network', but it appears to have been taken down by netflix and roku.
https://www.bitchute.com/video/c0is0hP2jlyJ
https://www.bitchute.com/video/cIkiePVdMPVA
https://www.bitchute.com/video/wriwUeorm07T
It predates the matrix by several years and does the material as well as 'They Live'.
Thanks for the recommendation. I have seen The Network. 1984 is overrated,
I think 'A Modern Utopia' would have been more helpful to me in Grade 11.
https://archive.org/stream/ironhee00lond/ironhee00lond_djvu.txt
The iron heel has been a fascinating listen, I will have to review a few times for it all to soak in. I may still have 6 hours of listening left, it seems.
It's like it was written yesterday,...
Mr. Calvin promptly replied. ''And why not?" he demanded. ''Why can we not return to the ways of our fathers when this republic was founded ? You have spoken much truth, Mr. Everhard, unpalatable though it has been."
"Ah, now we come to the gist of the matter," Ernest said with a pleased expression. "I'll try to tell you why not, though the telling will be rather hard."
"You see, you fellows have studied business, in a small way, but you have not studied social evolution at all. You are in the midst of a transition stage now in economic evolution, but you do not understand it, and that's what causes all the confusion. Why cannot you return? Because you can't. You can no more make water run up hill than can you cause the tide of economic evolution to flow back in its channel along the way it came. Joshua made the sun stand still upon Gibeon, but you would outdo Joshua. You would make the sun go backward in the sky. You would have time retrace its steps from noon to morning.''
In the face of labor-saving machinery, of organized production, of the increased efficiency of combination, you would set the economic sun back a whole generation or so to the time when there were no great capitalists, no great machinery, no railroads — a time when a host of little capitalists warred with each other in economic anarchy, and when production was primitive, wasteful, unorganized, and costly. Believe me, Joshua's task was easier, and he had Jehovah to help him. But God has forsaken you small capitalists. The sun of the small capitalists is setting."
The big fish eat the little fish, every time.
source
How little has changed.
It's unfortunate too.
In the book "The Richest Man In Babylon" they find the guy and he says that, if you were to give all the money to everyone, the bottom so to speak, after a short while the same people would amass all the money again. We actually got to see this when they locked down the world in 2020 and started printing money and handing it out.
Those who were well off, took the money, and invested it in real estate and other assets. The rest had to survive and spent it on rent and bills and food. So the same people, the grocery owner, the landlords, the big corporations, all accumulated the money. While the small businesses were forced to close, or accept buy-ins from the government for part ownership in their little companies. The rich get richer, and the poor get ground deeper into the dirt by capital.
How ruined are they now, how ruined are we all... And, this book "The Iron Heel" continues to fascinate.
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""He turned abruptly and irrelevantly upon Mr. Calvin. "Tell me," Ernest said, "if this is not true. You are compelled to form a new political party because the old parties are in the hands of the trusts. The chief obstacle to your Grange propaganda is the trusts. Behind every obstacle you encounter, every blow that smites you, every defeat that you receive, is the hand of the trusts.
Is this not so? Tell me." Mr. Calvin sat in uncomfortable silence.
'' Go ahead," Ernest encouraged.''
It is true," Mr. Calvin confessed. "We captured the state legislature of Oregon and put through splendid protective legislation, and it was vetoed by the governor, who was a creature of the trusts. We elected a governor of Colorado, and the legislature refused to permit him to take office. Twice we have passed a national income tax, and each time the supreme court smashed it as unconstitutional. The courts are in the hands of the trusts. We, the people, do not pay our judges sufficiently. But there will come a time—
"When the combination of the trusts will control all legislation, when the combination of the trusts will itself be the government," Ernest interrupted.
"Never! never!" were the cries that arose.
Everybody was excited and belligerent.
"Tell me," Ernest demanded, "what will you do when such a time comes?"
"We will rise in our strength !" Mr. Asmunsen cried,""
That is what I noticed, too.
The game is not new, we are new to the game.
Too late, we are all soyboi faggots now, there is nobody they can hire to fight for them.
We have to turn our backs on them, do our own thing.
Any use of their systems of control is contributing links to our own chains.
Perhaps, but there is little escape. To quote an earlier passage;
''Oh, by the way, while you are ruining your own peace of mind and I am ruining the Bishop's, you'd better look up Mrs. Wickson and Mrs. Pertonwaithe. Their husbands, you know, are the two principal stock- holders in the Mills. Like all the rest of humanity, those two women are tied to the machine, but they are so tied that they sit on top of it."
Are we crazy?
Living our lives through a lens
Trapped in our white-picket fence
Like ornaments
So comfortable, we're livin' in a bubble, a bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble
Aren't you lonely up there in Utopia?
Where nothing will ever be enough
Happily numb
So comfortable, we're livin' in a bubble, a bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble (aha)
So put your rose-colored glasses on
And party on (woo)
Turn it up, it's your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we're free (aha)
Drink, this one's on me
We're all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm, to the rhythm
Turn it up, it's your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we're free (aha)
Drink, this one's on me
We're all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm, to the rhythm
Are we tone deaf?
Keep sweeping it under the mat
Thought we could do better than that
I hope we can
So comfortable, we're livin' in a bubble, a bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble (aha)
So put (so put)
Your rose-colored glasses on
And party on (woo)
Turn it up, it's your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we're free (aha)
Drink, this one's on me
We're all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm, to the rhythm
Turn it up, it's your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we're free (aha)
Drink, this one's on me
We're all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm, to the rhythm (woah-oh-oh)
It is my desire
Break down the walls to connect, inspire
Ayy, up in your high place, liars
Time is ticking for the empire
The truth they feed is feeble
As so many times before
The greed of all the people
They stumbling and fumbling
And we about to riot
They woke up, they woke up the lions (woo)
Turn it up, it's your favorite song (hey-oh-oh)
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie (like a wasted zombie)
Yeah, we think we're free (aha)
Drink, this one's on me
We're all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm, to the rhythm (we're all chained to the rhythm)
It goes on, and on, and on (turn it up)
(It goes) It goes on, and on, and on (turn it up)
(It goes on, and on, and on, and on)
It goes on, and on, and on (on, and on, and on)
'Cause we're all chained to the rhythm
I'm not strong enough to stay away
Can't run from you, I just run back to you
Like a moth, I'm drawn in to your flame
You say my name, but it's not the same
You look in my eyes
I'm stripped of my pride
And my soul surrenders
And you bring my heart to its knees
And it's killin' me when you're away
And I wanna leave and I wanna stay
And I'm so confused, so hard to choose
Between the pleasure and the pain
And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right
Even if I try to win the fight
My heart would overrule my mind
And I'm not strong enough to stay away
I'm not strong enough to stay away
What can I do? I would die without you
In your presence, my heart knows no shame
I'm not to blame, 'cause you bring my heart to its knees
And it's killin' me when you're away
And I wanna leave and I wanna stay
And I'm so confused, so hard to choose
Between the pleasure and the pain
And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right
Even if I try to win the fight
My heart would overrule my mind
And I'm not strong enough to stay away
There's nothing I can do
My heart is chained to you
And I can't get free
Look what this love's done to me
And it's killin' me when you're away
And I wanna leave and I wanna stay
I'm so confused, so hard to choose
Between the pleasure and the pain
And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right
Even if I try to win the fight
My heart would overrule my mind
And I'm not strong enough to stay away
Not strong enough, strong enough
Not strong enough, strong enough to stay away
Not strong enough, strong enough
Not strong enough, strong enough
And I'm not strong enough to stay away
"CHAPTER IV
SLAVES OF THE MACHINE
The more I thought of Jackson's arm, the more shaken I was. I was confronted by the concrete. For the first time I was seeing life. My university life, and study and culture, had not been real. I had learned nothing but theories of life and society that looked all very well on the printed page, but now I had seen life itself. Jackson's arm was a fact of life. "The fact, man, the irrefragable fact !" of Ernest's was ringing in consciousness.
It seemed monstrous, impossible, that our whole
society was based upon blood. And yet there was Jackson. I could not get away from him. Constantly my thought swung back to him as the compass to the Pole. He had been monstrously treated. His blood had not been paid for in order that a larger dividend might be paid. And I knew a score of happy complacent families that had received those dividends and by that much had profited by Jackson's blood. If one man could be so monstrously treated and society move on its way unheeding, might not many men be so monstrously treated? I remembered Ernest's women of Chicago who toiled for ninety cents a week, and the child slaves of the Southern cotton mills he had described.
And I could see their wan white hands, from which the blood had been pressed, at work upon the cloth out of which had been made my gown. And then I thought of the Sierra Mills and the dividends that had been paid, and I saw the blood of Jackson upon my gown as well. Jackson I could not escape. Always my meditations led me back to him.
Down in the depths of me I had a feeling that I stood on the edge of a precipice. It was as though I were about to see a new and awful revelation of life. And not I alone. My whole world was turning over.
There was my father. I could see the effect Ernest was beginning to have on him. And then there was the Bishop. When I had last seen him he had looked a sick man. He was at high nervous tension, and in his eyes there was unspeakable horror. From the little I learned I knew that Ernest had been keeping his promise of taking him through hell. But what scenes of hell the Bishop's eyes had seen, I knew not, for he seemed too stunned to speak about them."
The answers were there all along, but nobody reads,...
I read as much as I can, it has been my mission since high school to study everything. And I keep tumbling deeper down the rabbit hole, further and further, even when I think I have hit the bottom I continue falling.
What a mysterious realm this is. How lucky we are to have access to the worlds wisdom.
Surely this cannot last forever, how could it. We are so fortunate.