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March 13, 2019

Rabid Mammon

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There are dives where, if a glass of beer drops to the floor and smashes, the winos will dive to lick the sauce from the tiles.
 
There are dens where, if some junk gets scattered the junkies will dive to sniff up the festering dust, mining for a few stray specks of obsession. If someone sneezes at the wrong time they can be beaten senseless for it.
 
For these addicts the drug offers nothing, no high, only compulsion, only brief respite from terror.
 
 
There are graveyards and necropolises where, if literally a single drop of blood, a single dollar more can be wrung from a stone, the orcs which have power are driven to do it. This dollar is worthless to them, they have infinitely more dollars than they ever could spend. What they do spend brings them no satisfaction, no contentment, no happiness, only ever greater compulsion and derangement. For the orcs the money and power offer nothing, no pleasure, no sense of strength and health. It brings only the opposite, grim compulsion and brief respite from terror they inflict first upon themselves, then upon everyone else. This is true of them as individuals, this is true of them as a group, as a city, as a civilization.
 
This is true of the elites, and it’s true of the atoms which worship these elites. The atoms which bow down and chant all day and night at the gravestone of humanity and the Earth, the atoms which worship death. They have no life, no feeling, nothing but compulsion and terror. Only such a force can drive such an extreme death-wishing addiction as we see every day, everywhere we look, in every person-to-person and person-to-Earth relationship. This is the essence of Mammon, a psychopathic derangement, the core religion of modern civilization which encompasses all modern sub-religions – neo-Christianity (science and technocracy), “progress”, liberalism, individualism, productionism, cancer (“growth”).
 
This one collective rabid dog, nothing more or less. The Earth shall put it down, put it out of its misery, above all put it out of our misery: Whatever few humans are left of us amid the burning cities of the blasted plain, we few who are ready to return home; and the greater community who have never embraced Sodom and Gomorrah, who have only been its prey but who maintain their lives amid the Earth.