I kinda get why people fantasize about it — life in the imperial core (esp America) under late capitalism is deeply unsatisfying at its best, and I don't really blame anyone who will happily accept any scenario that will allow them to be free of it. Putting your labor into your survival is less alienating than updating spreadsheets all day every day for 40 years, wondering what's gonna make next year worse than this year while the planet boils and everyone talks about it but no one seems to care. There's the hope that if everything goes to shit enough, people will come to their senses and start working together for common survival. It's like wanting to rip the bandaid off and finally face everything that keeps you up at night.
People get it wrong when they think they're gonna be king of the wasteland and there's def a lot of fash fantasizing about murdering people with impunity which is obviously bad, but I empathize with the "wouldn't it be so much nicer to spend my days digging outhouse holes to shit in than getting screamed at by boomers over treats every day until I die" sentiment
It’s like wanting to rip the bandaid off and finally face everything that keeps you up at night.
This is it for me. I'm poor as fuck, my job isn't super alienating although while I do manage a store that feeds people my real purpose just seems to be getting paid a little extra to be a (in the case of an incident that happened last week LITERALLY) punching bag between the customers and the owners.
At the same time I understand the totality of imperialism and global capitalism and while I don't yearn for apocalypse I can't say I don't fantasize about the localized one that would be the implosion of the US.
Because it would finally bring all the privileged assholes down to a relatively even playing field and it's likely the only way any of the most ghoulish will ever face any suffering or consequences, at the same time I acknowledge how bad it will be for already vulnerable people here but any and all comforts any of us have in the imperial core are predicated on the immense human suffering we cause abroad (fuck utilitarianism as an ideology but I think this is a useful case for applying its logic).
My job is to trick people into giving the business I work for their boss's money. I am literally a propaganda artist, only it's for the dumbest shit imaginable. It's incredibly alienating, so I just hide pictures of Mao in the background of my marketing pieces and collect my paycheck. I posted a Soviet WWII memorial to our LinkedIn page on Veterans Day and nobody noticed.
And so yeah, a small part of me fantasizes about a world where jobs like this no longer exist, regardless of how it happens. I imagine living in a burnt out bank and growing a community garden on the roof. I imagine traveling across the barren country to find my friends so we can organize. The violence is in the backdrop, but fighting for survival still sounds more emotionally fulfilling than counting down the days until my next three day weekend. I recognize that's not the reality of collapse, though.
Realistically, I'd probably start having seizures as soon as the supply line goes down. Maybe I'd get lucky and detox from my meds safely, but I'd still be largely useless until the discontinuation symptoms passed. If I were to make it this far, the one survival-relevant skill I'm pretty good at is raising and breeding fish, so my only real hope would be finding a well-armed community in need of a fish monger. Any takers?
A better world is possible. The collapse is gonna happen eventually, I hold out hope we can prepare and organize sufficiently in the meantime because anything else is :doomjak:
Oh yeah the whole great leveller fantasy is appealing. It's kinda funny tho that redditors tend to be the kinda petit borgousie fucksticks or the kids of said fucksticks who are gonna find out the hard way that the vast comforting walls of privelage that seperate them from the lower classes mean fuck all come that sort of collapse.
Because it would finally bring all the privileged assholes down to a relatively even playing field and it’s likely the only way any of the most ghoulish will ever face any suffering or consequences
Disclaimer: haven't read the linked thread
I kinda get why people fantasize about it — life in the imperial core (esp America) under late capitalism is deeply unsatisfying at its best, and I don't really blame anyone who will happily accept any scenario that will allow them to be free of it. Putting your labor into your survival is less alienating than updating spreadsheets all day every day for 40 years, wondering what's gonna make next year worse than this year while the planet boils and everyone talks about it but no one seems to care. There's the hope that if everything goes to shit enough, people will come to their senses and start working together for common survival. It's like wanting to rip the bandaid off and finally face everything that keeps you up at night.
People get it wrong when they think they're gonna be king of the wasteland and there's def a lot of fash fantasizing about murdering people with impunity which is obviously bad, but I empathize with the "wouldn't it be so much nicer to spend my days digging outhouse holes to shit in than getting screamed at by boomers over treats every day until I die" sentiment
This is it for me. I'm poor as fuck, my job isn't super alienating although while I do manage a store that feeds people my real purpose just seems to be getting paid a little extra to be a (in the case of an incident that happened last week LITERALLY) punching bag between the customers and the owners.
At the same time I understand the totality of imperialism and global capitalism and while I don't yearn for apocalypse I can't say I don't fantasize about the localized one that would be the implosion of the US.
Because it would finally bring all the privileged assholes down to a relatively even playing field and it's likely the only way any of the most ghoulish will ever face any suffering or consequences, at the same time I acknowledge how bad it will be for already vulnerable people here but any and all comforts any of us have in the imperial core are predicated on the immense human suffering we cause abroad (fuck utilitarianism as an ideology but I think this is a useful case for applying its logic).
My job is to trick people into giving the business I work for their boss's money. I am literally a propaganda artist, only it's for the dumbest shit imaginable. It's incredibly alienating, so I just hide pictures of Mao in the background of my marketing pieces and collect my paycheck. I posted a Soviet WWII memorial to our LinkedIn page on Veterans Day and nobody noticed.
And so yeah, a small part of me fantasizes about a world where jobs like this no longer exist, regardless of how it happens. I imagine living in a burnt out bank and growing a community garden on the roof. I imagine traveling across the barren country to find my friends so we can organize. The violence is in the backdrop, but fighting for survival still sounds more emotionally fulfilling than counting down the days until my next three day weekend. I recognize that's not the reality of collapse, though.
Realistically, I'd probably start having seizures as soon as the supply line goes down. Maybe I'd get lucky and detox from my meds safely, but I'd still be largely useless until the discontinuation symptoms passed. If I were to make it this far, the one survival-relevant skill I'm pretty good at is raising and breeding fish, so my only real hope would be finding a well-armed community in need of a fish monger. Any takers?
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I didn't say it was rational but I can see where it comes from.
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:solidarity:
A better world is possible. The collapse is gonna happen eventually, I hold out hope we can prepare and organize sufficiently in the meantime because anything else is :doomjak:
Oh yeah the whole great leveller fantasy is appealing. It's kinda funny tho that redditors tend to be the kinda petit borgousie fucksticks or the kids of said fucksticks who are gonna find out the hard way that the vast comforting walls of privelage that seperate them from the lower classes mean fuck all come that sort of collapse.
There's an excellent reggae song about this exact feeling.
Oh hell yeah haven't listened to Peter Tosh in a while
:cat-vibing: