Among my supposed “fellow travelers,” one finds a recurrent theme: the cultural/economic system known as “Capitalism” is almost universally considered an ideal means toward achieving true human progress.
Some theorists venerate Capitalism as a culmination of human action, the apotheosis of society; others regard it as an amiable, though sometimes amoral and conflicting, system for achieving social ends; but almost all regard it as a necessary means for achieving the goals of mankind, a means to be ranged against the dopey and/or murderous “public sector” and often succeeding in competitions of wits with their peers (and little else).
With the rise of Democracy, the identification of Capitalism with society has been redoubled, until it is common to hear sentiments expressed which violate virtually every tenet of reason and common sense, such as “Everything you love you owe to capitalism.” The useful collective term “individual” has enabled an ideological camouflage to be thrown over the Capitalistic realities of a Postmodern West, a Geist without a Zeit.
If you are truly a unique, atomistic, and free individual so aware and above the evil machinations of the system, then why are you so fast to identify with a produced herd identity and even faster to buy their trinkets?
Why are you so unwilling to apply that rote-taught
critical theory appraisal of the State’s collectivism to your own herd’s collectivism, to you own penchant for identifying yourself by some collective title or identity?
Utilizing pro-market reasoning, any problem can be reduced to one thing: state, and any solution to one thing: individualism™. As a result, what for sane people was once a dialectic is now mutated into a diametrically-opposed opposition. The “individual” who identifies himself by the herd “libertarian” can thus construe any action by his tribe as “liberty,” and any similar action by his opposing tribe as “statism.”
“In that secret world of dreams the neurotic assumes the role of dictator. There he is Caesar, Genghis Khan, Napoleon. When in real life he speaks to his fellow men he has to be more modest. He contents himself with approving a dictatorship which someone else rules. But in his mind this dictator is merely his, that is, the neurotic’s, order-taker; he assumes the dictator will do precisely what he, the neurotic, wants him to do. A man who did not apply caution and who suggested that he become the dictator himself would be considered insane by his fellow men and would be treated accordingly the psychiatrists would call him a megalomaniac.”
“No one has ever favored a dictatorship to do things other than what he, the supporter of the dictatorship, considers right. Those who recommend dictatorships always have in mind the unchecked domination of their own will, even if this domination is to be implemented by someone else.” –Ludwig Von Mises
“In that secret world of dreams the neurotic assumes the role of equalizer. There he is the new Sheriff, the questing Knight, the noble Ronin. When in real life he speaks to his fellow men he has to be more modest. He contents himself with approving an organization which someone else rules. But in his mind this Hero is merely his, that is, the neurotic’s; he assumes the Hero will do precisely what he, the neurotic, wants him to do. A man who did not apply caution and who suggested that he become the Hero himself would be considered insane by his fellow men and would be treated accordingly the psychiatrists would call him a psychopath.”
“No one has ever favored a society to do things other than what he, the supporter of his own roundabout dictatorship, considers right. Those who recommend anarchy/liberty/freedom always have in mind the unchecked domination of their own will, even if this domination is to be implemented by someone else.” –Bulbasaur
What exactly is Capitalism? It is certainly not the human family getting together to solve problems, neither is it a country club or lodge meeting (despite what the Moveon fuckwits suggest). La wik suggests that Capitalism can be both “free markets” and “state capitalism,” which Murray’s Truest Scotsman would quickly point out as being evil statist conflationist propaganda. You can indeed dredge up a plethora of articles asserting that Capitalism best supports “individualism” and counters evil “collectivism,” but one notices that the utopia these writers desire would be one where one group is fettered to another (the producer to the drones who consume what he is producing).
As an aside, the ancap asstears always flow upon the realization that, at it’s freest and least “statist,” the idealized market champion is always, ultimately enslaved to other (usually inferior) people.
Or maybe not; you can’t expect much introspection from a demographic that identifies more with solar panels and marijuana than with race and nationality.
When an ideal can simultaneously be everything and nothing, you should probably do the “premise checking” that some ugly bitch wrote about… You know, when she wasn’t fucking that “self-esteem” douchebag behind her husband’s back.
Briefly, Capitalism is a disguise, a diversion, a mask. Nothing more than a dazzling distraction from harsh realities. It’s ideals muddle human action, and it’s tenets elevate man, economy, and state to fantastical degrees of heroism and villainy. When acted upon in reality, Capitalism empowers the slave and enervates the Master, leading to the consumptive and anesthetized abomination lauded by the degenerates today as the “middle class.”
When combined with technology, Capitalism plays the role of cat’s paw in the Postmodern divide-and-conquer strategy of electronic titties and objectified identity. Those objects have to be produced somewhere, ya know.
My “right-wing” fellow travelers have preached Capitalism as an ineffable moral imperative for years, not realizing that these morals have been working against them all this time. How can you achieve a return to traditional lifestyles while simultaneously promoting the mercenary amorality of the merchant? Blank-out.
Religion has today been reduced to a chicken sandwich, and aesthetics to a plastic bag. Wal-Mart is now held to higher cultural esteem than God, and see what wonderful things have happened now that we worship Chinese T-shirts and half-filled bags of potato chips.
My capitalist “fellow travelers” will argue that I must either support Capitalism or promote the destruction of private property and production of goods and services. As if private property is anything more than agreements that emerge from the feedback loop of rule and the ruled. As if production can only exist if it is raised to religious veneration. As if private property is something that can exist outside of the society that contains it. As if property rights can be anything more than an extension of liberal arguments for equality and free shit.
Put away the childishness of Libertarian homo economicus, and realize that this world was created less by acts of Congress, and more by movements of the market. Sometime between the end of the Civil War and the start of the Great War, America lost it’s Nietzschean spine. We are witnessing Julius Evola’s frightening prescience in action. The men with scepters ceded power to the men with wigs… Who then traded power for baubles with the crafty and amoral. Our liberty was no longer bought with the blood of others, but with the credit of unborn children. Your great-grandfather sold his soul for Campell’s soup and a horseless carriage; Usura made us and our future part of this Faustian bargain.
We have yet to buy ourselves a better human; what madness it is to believe we can buy ourselves out of this deal!