An Elegy for the Capital Kingdom

Tomorrow has arrived. The road has climaxed at the cliff’s edge, the can is capable of being kicked no further. The buck has no hand left to be passed into.

The dust is settling on the horizon and has at last unveiled a grave, compelling terror.

You are presently standing on the precipice of what will momentarily become considered the final, tolerable years of your life.

If that very utterance doesn’t shake you from your foundation; nothing will. Nothing more, can.

Capitalism has accomplished what it was always intended to do. Its most trivial aspect? That it has been allowed to do so; unfettered,

for generations. Willingly. Enthusiastically.

There is no return. There is no reset. There is no light in the far away distance. Therein, lies only the void.

The individual, presently remains free to choose comfort, through ignorance, against the cold-hearted truth that lay placed at their feet.

There is no help coming.

The unanswered truth is what remains and in fact; is all that remains.

The ramifications for the near term? Pother.

- The climate: unstable.

- The air: unbreathable.

- The water: un-potable.

- The average quality of life: abysmal.

- Conditions for survival: brutal.

The ramifications for the long term?

Omnicide

The planet is sick. The planet is dying. We are the virus. A successful virus requires the success of its host, that the next generation may survive.

The earth has caught a fever in prolonging our septic appetites. Now, a monolithic cleansing is impending and humanity stands directly in its path.

Rather than garnering a mindset to foster the next generation; corrupt, klepto-corporate syndications ransom their futures.

Instead of stewarding the health of the land and oceans; unwanted waste is recklessly, inattentively discarded upon and within them.

Instead of guiding through kindness, compassion and understanding; division, exclusion and hate are sown and engendered.

Profit.

Profit.

PROFIT.

It has claimed every square inch of land, whether or not it is conserved or put to good use.

It has fished and poisoned every lake, ocean and river, whether or not it feeds any mouths. It has swept every forest, quarried every mountain, slain every animal, mined every mineral, extracted every resource.

Production. Commodification. Consumption. Discard. Repeat.

Nothing else has meaning. Profit. Nothing else matters. Profit. Anything less; abjectly unacceptable. Only profit. No matter the loss of diversity. No matter the loss of personal freedoms. No matter the destruction, suppression, oppression, misery, shame, suffering, maiming and death it requires.

Currency. Exchange. Coin. Buy. Sell. Entrap. Repeat.

There will never be enough. There can never be any satisfaction in the face of the mountainous piles of luxury we rest upon.

In facing an unparalleled natural force of destruction; the mask was finally removed completely. There can exist no care. There can be no caution. None.

Systematic discrimination and racism has become normalized and celebrated. Perform the unwanted, servile tasks to benefit our causes, fine. But dare even allow the thought of becoming uppity toward the pure and be brutally and unceremoniously erased from existence.

Systematic, class warfare against one’s own people has not only become acceptable, it is absolutely essential to grease the gears of commerce. The sacrifices are untold, unjustifiable, unthinkable.

Systematic, biological warfare against one’s own people has become de rigeur. You can either recover from illness and affliction, or you can pay your bills. This isn’t mutually exclusive.

Stupefaction. Inculcation. Division. Imprint. Repeat.

In modern advanced society, how could a citizenry bare the allowance of medicine that doesn’t heal? An economy that flows in only one direction? The enthusiastic destruction of the only environment that sustains us? Government that fails to effectively govern? Religion that marches it’s devoted into oblivion? Militaristic adventurism in the quest for peace? Democracy of the choice in one’s subjugation? Freedom through systematic, forced labor? Expanding and maintaining an arsenal of devastating weapons that were built to never be used?

Distraction. Dissolution. Delusion. Repeat.

A passenger would never board a vehicle with a driver that is well-known for their violent, raging tendencies in traffic. Yet, people with those precise characteristics are sought out, assigned a firearm and instruments of pain and death to be released as a protective *force* onto a weary and increasingly suspicious public. All the while receiving budgets that cripple the communities they serve in for the justification of their actions. All on less time spent in training than is required to become a licensed hair stylist.

Anger. Force. Violence. Compliance. Repeat.

The flames rage on and few stand to confront them, to only be quickly consumed in the conflagration.

Others stand idly by believing another, better way is coming to fight them just in time.

Some can’t quite make their mind up how they feel about the fire, but they sure know they’re tired of hearing about it.

A lot ask, “What fire?”

Those that believe the fire is an ever giving opportunity and contrive ways to intend on fueling it forward indefinitely can no longer go unaddressed.

They can no longer be tolerated.

Acceptance. Avoidance. Dereliction. Repeat.

The church of capital follows but one creed in the corporatist bible. One line buried deep among the thick binds of its unintuitive, unintelligible bureaucratic text. Sifted from the endless, scrolling paywall tome that is the Codex Economos:

*’Fuckem. Take what ye can, from whom ye can, as fast as ye can, for tomorrow ye may certainly die. Then surely what ye worry?’*

Deceive. Disinform. Disregard. Calamity. Repeat.

Humanity has a natural desire to escape from the clutches of the hulls of oppression, but the ship has nearly sunk. There is no where left to go. The captain, nor their crew have any chance *despite their delusional insistence* of survival in floating among its wreckages.

It is so, inscrutably much worse than is remotely possible to conceive.

The tide may appear to be out far and away, but it’s deliverance is a tsunami that won’t stop at the shore. It will encircle the globe. It will continue to do so. And it will be fast.

You matter.

You are not here to suffer and die.

You deserve better than what you are facing. You deserve a thriving and caring community to be a part of, to engage in and create with. You deserve infrastructure that isn’t a constant, impending threat to your safety and well-being.

You deserve industry that provides answers to your burdens, not aggrieves them.

You deserve to be healthy, to take the time to heal and rest, to visit with family and friends.

You deserve to explore and develop your individual personhood without threat.

You deserve medicine that doesn’t keep you sick; to then charge a premium for the privilege of having done so.

It should not be mundane that basic human rights have an expiration date.

It should be entirely unacceptable to settle for the persistent, looming threat of insecurity and destitution.

It should not be tolerated that justice has a price tag associated with it.

It should not be commonplace that our children are routinely subject to a horrific, screaming death.

It should not be normal to ask yourself less and less if this is ok and become so with it.

It should not be acceptable to shrug your way forward through the dystopia; “because what can I do?”

If you are not enraged…

If you are tired of bemoaning the problem…

If you are not appalled…

If you are not ashamed…

If you are not motivated to eject the current standard and let this disease finally die the painful, lonely death it deserves;

sincerely and wholeheartedly on behalf of all who are:

FUCK YOU for what little comfort it still affords you.

It will never change. It can never change as long as that remains so.

We do not support parasitic excrescences when we become aware of them. We extract them with extreme prejudice.

The time is now in demanding what you deserve.

The time is now to create the new standard. The time to make clear and defined what is unacceptable and inexcusable, to hold the disaster-makers accountable when they place profit and power over life and peace, is now.

The window is narrowed close and only becomes more impossible to do so with each passing moment.

Impending, assured destruction is all that awaits to choose else-wise.

Absolutely no one else is going to do it for you.

Lay down the burdens that no longer serve you. Be with the ones and do the things that invite meaning, purpose, happiness and love into your life and cherish their presence while you have the moment. The conclusion of your tomorrows is closer at hand than you will ever be comforted in knowing

“When the last tree is cut, the last fish is caught, and the last river is polluted; when to breathe the air is sickening, you will realize, too late, that wealth is not in bank accounts and that you cannot eat money.”

- Alanis Obomosawin