Capitalism is a 3rd person… It’s the kind person you never want to talk to…. like a rude family member
(but only refer to out of instinct – a diminushing species of the primordial ape’s logos)
But — it is never our victim. It is always the sole victimizer of destiny. A very plebian dialectic, printing into blood its mightiest inscriptions.
It can be a linguistic contagion or a messenger of fate — a spiraling doom of TV cascades, hated political tyrades, like hindu mystic yantras.
A perpetual 1988 – 1994 in constant spring and fluxation, gesticulating the body of the algorithmic christ.
A race of capitalists predominates our cyber space fighting telekenetic warefare through discreet communal Bolivian lithium wage LABOR-extraction phases.
This goes well beyond the savior complex and if the Euro corporate genius, the Merkel or the american vanguard is all we have left then we are all fucked.
Will America ever be restored to a Prussian-like glory?
Neigh.
Eros In Action 