Why I am a Socialist.
The world, as we know it, is not what is actually there. A table is a mass of atoms with just.. space inbetween. A personality changes from situation to situation. The most common prejudices have their basis in odd historical and social relations.
This is an emotional post, and not just purely a philosophical one. Because there is a great deal of conviction there, a great deal of idealism and emotion.
I grew up poor, and I will probably die poor. I've seen how the speculation of a few capitalists can completely ruin people and all the difficulties created by wage slaving, even under the State.
In the world today we wear clothing sown by Indian children, locked into sweatshops 16 hours a day. Multimillion companies move through the periphery of the world with practical scythes as they sell medicine at a price too high for the poor to ever purchase. People who did nothing wrong get blown to pieces by the agents of imperialism: the armed fist of capitalism.
Most of the world is in bondage as are all of we. And yet, yet people refuse to do anything! They vote liberal even as they feel solidarity for their fellow man! They complain over giving to others when they themselves gives the lions share of what they create to a capitalist! They believe in the working class: yet they would rather not involve themselves. They criticize the parties, yet don't lift a finger.
The world as it is is a shitty, shitty place. Marx writes in one place in Das Kapital that every less advanced capital state can in the more advanced ones see it's future. The most advanced one, the United States of America is a great temple to the gods of profit. It murders, terrorizes and spreads the entire world with it's bases, it's chains and it's propaganda.
Even if it is just me who feel this burning emotion that fluctuates between hatred, violent anger and blackest despair I'll be damned if I let that get me down. The only thing to do is to advance: one day the system will collapse, one day the Kondatriev cycle will come to it's end. Then is our chance: perhaps there will be a brave, new world. But I feel so obligated to do something for people who's suffering is almost palpable, and the smiling, ludicrous aristocrats of the world today who say that we have only ourselves to blame: if only we wouldn't organize! If only we would let capitalism have it's way...
Every day we see unattainable goal that rips holes in ourselves on TV, in the radio, everywhere. Humanity is maimed in that we are induced to believe that all the little laurels and baubles of the ruling class are actually important and that those who do not have it are less worthy. We buy ourselves new bodies, new items, new things... all in the search for ourselves.
Action is just taking a step. It's showing to a meeting. It's speaking up. It's reading. It's confrontation. It's synthesis.
Det enda monument som passar var tid / ar socialismen, hardad i strid.
Klasskampen ar inte slut bara for att den inte utkampas aktivt. Den kommer dyka upp igen och igen, och en dag kanske kommer vi att faktiskt vinna. For det handlar om att dana en helt ny varld, dar folk faktiskt inte behover svalta och do for att andra ska kunna bara fina skor eller ett diamanthalsband. Borgarna har erovrat varlden och forslavat varje folk: nu ar det fan dags att ta det ater igen.
Manniskans fjattrande ar djupare an nagon av oss kan forsta pa ytan. De forbannade javla borgarna har snackat sig varma om frihet, ett ord som inte betyder nagonting langre. Den enda friheten vi nagonsin behover ar den materiella friheten som stracker sag ifran den propaganda som berattar for oss hur vi bor vara och hur vi bor tanka, och den friheten som garanterar att vi inte ar tralar.
Jag ar sa javla arg hela tiden, men det blandas med djup depression och stunder av perfekt klarhet nar jag finner nagonting. Nar jag kommer hem ska vi javlar sla borgarna pa tasken och avancera. En annan varld -ar- mojlig. Vi -kan- inte leva sa har for evigt.
This is an emotional post, and not just purely a philosophical one. Because there is a great deal of conviction there, a great deal of idealism and emotion.
I grew up poor, and I will probably die poor. I've seen how the speculation of a few capitalists can completely ruin people and all the difficulties created by wage slaving, even under the State.
In the world today we wear clothing sown by Indian children, locked into sweatshops 16 hours a day. Multimillion companies move through the periphery of the world with practical scythes as they sell medicine at a price too high for the poor to ever purchase. People who did nothing wrong get blown to pieces by the agents of imperialism: the armed fist of capitalism.
Most of the world is in bondage as are all of we. And yet, yet people refuse to do anything! They vote liberal even as they feel solidarity for their fellow man! They complain over giving to others when they themselves gives the lions share of what they create to a capitalist! They believe in the working class: yet they would rather not involve themselves. They criticize the parties, yet don't lift a finger.
The world as it is is a shitty, shitty place. Marx writes in one place in Das Kapital that every less advanced capital state can in the more advanced ones see it's future. The most advanced one, the United States of America is a great temple to the gods of profit. It murders, terrorizes and spreads the entire world with it's bases, it's chains and it's propaganda.
Even if it is just me who feel this burning emotion that fluctuates between hatred, violent anger and blackest despair I'll be damned if I let that get me down. The only thing to do is to advance: one day the system will collapse, one day the Kondatriev cycle will come to it's end. Then is our chance: perhaps there will be a brave, new world. But I feel so obligated to do something for people who's suffering is almost palpable, and the smiling, ludicrous aristocrats of the world today who say that we have only ourselves to blame: if only we wouldn't organize! If only we would let capitalism have it's way...
Every day we see unattainable goal that rips holes in ourselves on TV, in the radio, everywhere. Humanity is maimed in that we are induced to believe that all the little laurels and baubles of the ruling class are actually important and that those who do not have it are less worthy. We buy ourselves new bodies, new items, new things... all in the search for ourselves.
Action is just taking a step. It's showing to a meeting. It's speaking up. It's reading. It's confrontation. It's synthesis.
Det enda monument som passar var tid / ar socialismen, hardad i strid.
Klasskampen ar inte slut bara for att den inte utkampas aktivt. Den kommer dyka upp igen och igen, och en dag kanske kommer vi att faktiskt vinna. For det handlar om att dana en helt ny varld, dar folk faktiskt inte behover svalta och do for att andra ska kunna bara fina skor eller ett diamanthalsband. Borgarna har erovrat varlden och forslavat varje folk: nu ar det fan dags att ta det ater igen.
Manniskans fjattrande ar djupare an nagon av oss kan forsta pa ytan. De forbannade javla borgarna har snackat sig varma om frihet, ett ord som inte betyder nagonting langre. Den enda friheten vi nagonsin behover ar den materiella friheten som stracker sag ifran den propaganda som berattar for oss hur vi bor vara och hur vi bor tanka, och den friheten som garanterar att vi inte ar tralar.
Jag ar sa javla arg hela tiden, men det blandas med djup depression och stunder av perfekt klarhet nar jag finner nagonting. Nar jag kommer hem ska vi javlar sla borgarna pa tasken och avancera. En annan varld -ar- mojlig. Vi -kan- inte leva sa har for evigt.
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