Hey you

yes

you

I mean you personally, you reading this, you that call for liberation from the shackles of capitalism. That is until your own comfort is put into question. Then, you're not that different from Elon Musk or Bill Gates. Yes,

Musk

Want to know why? It's very simple really. But first we need a

Picture

Day 7 of the revolution. Communism is no longer a feeble dream but a palpable reality. You go to local warehouse to pick up some basics, sugar, milk, coffee, and maybe some chocolate. because

why not?

What's this? No sugar, no coffee, no chocolate? We're in commieland! All these should be readily available, what gives?! Turns out when you liberate all workers it means

ALL WORKERS

People enslaved to the land making it birth sugar cane, cocoa, and coffee, with no other choice or opportunity in life. In cases, some have tried only to have their bodies turn into munch, you know, as a warning.

Now that they have choices, what makes you think that they would remain in the plantation that embodied their whole life suffering, backbreaking labor to not enough to eat. And even still, the few pessimistic enough to remain, willing to till the unscorched plots of land, why would they send the few of their produce to

you?

But you don't mind that, deals could be made, you say. But that's not all, no, no no, there's something that hurts more than lacking your morning coffee or your weekly choco treat.

No NEW iphones

You know and are aware of the levels upon levels of exploitation and slavery are needed to make your little spy gadget. Yet, when you proclaim worker liberation, you cannot phantom the liberation of someone other than yourself. Because in doing so, you will have to admit that your life will change, that you will have to face personal sacrifices, personal discomforts, personal loss. Which is why every time someone points out industrialization will end, you swallow hard and scream

Primitivist!!! Primitivist!!!

to which I scream back

Colonialist!!! Colonialist!!!

Your desire to keep your life unfazed, but enhanced to star trek like conditions require the subjugation of the third world, the havers of raw material and infrastructure to build and hands to do it. By being unwilling letting go of your earthly tethers, you proclaim nothing more than communism for the first world, rugged capitalism for the third.

Our liberation does not require subservience to you in the north. So when you screen turns itself down one last time, and you get to see your sad little self in the black mirror, remember

You wanted this

  • Dyno [he/him]
    ·
    4 years ago

    Fra Contidini - Errico Malatesta:

    Bert: You say everybody would make an effort, but I think that nobody would want to do the heavy jobs, they’d all want to become lawyers and doctors. Who’d till the land then? Who’d want to risk their health and life down the mines? Who’d want to get dirty in sewers and manure?

    George: [...] Today we prefer one job to another, not because it’s more or less suited to our faculties or corresponds more to what we want to do, but because it is easier for us to learn, we can earn more money doing it, and only secondly because the work is lighter than another kind. Especially when the choice is imposed from birth by chance and social prejudice.
    For instance, no town dweller would stoop to till the soil, not even the poor among them. Yet there’s nothing inherently repulsive about agriculture, and life in the fields is not devoid of pleasure.
    On the contrary, if you read the poets you’ll find they’re full of enthusiasm for rural life. [...]

    We ourselves, who were born here, stop as soon as we can, because we are better off and more highly thought of no matter what else we do.
    But who of us would leave the fields if we worked for ourselves and found in working the land wellbeing, freedom and respect?

    It would be the same for all trades. The way things are today, the more a job is necessary the worse it is paid, the more tiring and inhuman the conditions, and the more it is treated with disdain. [...]

    Think of it! someone who possibly knows nothing but puns and sugary sonnets earns ten times more than a farm worker and is considered to be above every honest labourer.
    Journalists, for example, work in elegant offices, cobblers in filthy basements; engineers, doctors, artists, and teachers, when they have work and know their job well, live the life of the gentry while builders, nurses, artisans, and you could also add general practitioners and primary teachers, are going hungry and even killing themselves through overwork. [...]

    I’m just saying that all useful jobs should be appreciated equally and be carried out in such a way that the workers feel equal satisfaction in doing them, and that intellectual work, which is in itself a great pleasure and gives man great superiority over whoever doesn’t work with his mind and remains ignorant, must be accessible to all and not the privilege of a few.