Shall we let capitalism burn?


An anonymous internet denizen wrote, on a board far, far away:




Western Culture is meaningless, it was just a vessel to deliver us to the consumerist era.


Christianity is the slave morality which Nietzsche correctly identified. If you make people believe in an afterlife it will pacify them in their actual life – the only one they will ever have.


White genetics are not vital for the consumerist escalation. If they were; Indians in Silicon Valley wouldn’t be a thing. Eventually genetic engineering will eclipse all of your concerns over phenotype aesthetic.


There is no great family model to return to where you can be a patriarch. Any children you have will be absorbed into the consumerist mass. Parental influence is meaningless in an age of hypercommunication.


Your wife will have social media. I don’t think I need to go into any more detail on this.


There is no super intriguing clandestine force which controls the world – only consumerism and capital.


In an age where there is no great struggle; there is no need for anything aside from intellect unfortunately. There is no need for valor or fidelity anymore.


There is no great war or impending happening that will bring meaning to your life. There is only the slow assimilation into the global consumerist


There will be hiccups, like terrorism and mass shootings for instance, but humanity has not produced a creed capable of contending with the awesome power of consumerism. It will devour you all.


There is no great cause to live or die for my brothers.





I once, like all good tainted, brain-dead Americans, believed Capitalism was the unquestionable American Way.


I believed Capitalism was the intrinsic core of the American dream. Educators and politicians pounded the idealism and veneration of capitalism into my young skull, and I listened and swallowed. I never thought to doubt Capitalism, for its suggestion was cloaked in tyrannical grandiose hyperbole that asserted we were the greatest country and the greatest people on Earth. At odds with Socialism and Communism which we were told retreated lazily from the perfection of the human drive to succeed, Capitalism was perpetrated as the embodiment of mankind’s most noble traits. Capitalism evoked virtue. Capitalism explained the greatest American pioneers under the veneer of our finest, individualistic spirit. Who was I to question such bureaucratic commandments?


Capitalism was thus etched into the favorable corners of my mind.  Beyond reproach, I too believed I must pursue unfettered capitalism so I could one day have lots of money and buy lots of things and perpetuate the cycle of excellence that thrived when I consumed, and when I produced.  To question capitalism was to refute the core of this country’s economic essence. What was I? A Communist!?


Then I grew up.


I began working, I began earning, and I began spending.


Only in such a context did capitalism rear its ridiculous head.


Capitalism’s success is generally a best-case endeavor, but one of the first harsh truths of life we learn in the capitalistic model, as citizens of free market perversity, is that life, and all these cretinous souls who populate it, are hardly “best-case” anything. For capitalism to suffuse its theoretical limits of self-regulation and familial benevolence, there is the orphaned implication that society’s inhabitants must function under absolute trust and communal concern and investment. Everything a large, diverse country like the United States, is not.


In such a corrupt, demographically perverse environment as this, capitalism breeds and accelerates the worst elements of the self-propelled human condition.


Capitalism, rather than embodying admirable human qualities, is a tarnished national tool displayed as the archetypal wand of American virtue, and the proclamation of capitalism as such is elevated to a venture in itself. The greedy elites, sourly cynical and psychopathic, prop up the threadbare principle of capitalism as the obligatory path we must travel if we are to boast of indulging in the American dream. We are given no other way.  Instead we receive a steady dose of Capitalistic cheer-leading, for it benefits no one but the elites.  The unrestricted stampede to make money and spend money becomes an end unto itself and we are trampled underfoot by our own base avarice. Capitalism is tainted and infused with toxicity. When capitalism is used as a tool by society’s leaders, it becomes a ploy used to shame those who would seek other avenues to excellence. Capitalism, under the spell of evil elites, props up a soulless system of economics which saps society of meaningful bonds and significance. Human nature is diffused into a steaming mass of consumerist robotism in which community means little more than a zip code.


We are promised capitalism is saintly, redolent of human virtue; the desire for human excellence, our ability to invest time and effort, is enervated by this Utopian economic model. In America, capitalism is sold to us. We are shamed into it, and then when we buy into the charade, it is turned on us as a weapon.  American capitalism fractures our society and instills dystopian cultural artifacts which profit by the mass delusion.  Capitalism is a tool of the elites and its poison is our naiveté and materialistic gullibility. Capitalism extinguishes individualism and distinction and engineers amorphous collectivism in which we blur into moneyed widgets all too happy to trade our humanity in for an elusive sense of higher aspiration already set in motion by the elites who repeatedly promise the wonders of capitalism to each new virgin generation.


And capitalism once again has a new customer.