Ringo
Gold Member
The industrial world of the twentieth century, the world of the past - had its dark sides, there were many problems with it,
but you can't deny him one thing: he needed people.
He lived based on the idea that every person can find some rational occupation,
and every territory or country needs to be developed,
and do something everywhere, produce something tangible, useful.
And in any Syria, Libya, Iraq, Venezuela, not to mention more serious countries, well, literally everywhere then, young majors and colonels, presidents and fathers of the nation, came to power - and built factories, built roads, pulled the provinces to the level of big cities, taught people to become engineers and doctors, created tank brigades, tried to reach the American, German, and even the Soviet standard.
In a word, the norm arose everywhere. There was uniformity everywhere.
Common sense arose everywhere.
It was too much sometimes, somewhere it was cruel, and somewhere unsuccessful, but - it was.
The whole world was like that.
And then something subtly, gradually, tragically changed.
Most likely, the fateful moment was the eighties, when for the first time it turned out that it was more profitable to entertain than to produce, it was more profitable to speculate in numbers than to trade goods, and it was more profitable to manage chaos, than to manage collectives of people.
And then the old world - it doesn't matter whether capitalist or socialist, dictatorial, democratic, in the name of the nation, in the name of the class, in the name of whatever you want - went from the fair. And in his place sat some new, and very unpleasant creature, which since then has only swelled on its throne, and only grows stronger.
The creature only wants customers, but not workers
only adolescents, but not adults,
only financial instruments, but not things
only corporations, but not the state,
only nomads, but not the locals
only mercenaries, but not the regular army,
only the megapolis, but not the country
only genders, but not of family
only a minority, but not a majority,
only exotic, but not the norm.
Only emotions, but not common sense.
And now we see at every step, the sad waste of this nasty creature's vital activity.
For example, migrants living somewhere in a tent camp or sailing on a boat towards civilization - what's the trouble with them?
And the trouble is that migrants are important for the new civilization exactly to the extent that they migrate, do not sow, do not plow, only migrate, and ideally, they should migrate forever, producing reasons to talk about multiculturalism, xenophobia, humanity, the damned imperial heritage, identities and similar official waste paper.
But if any of them stayed at home - in a conditional Iraq, Tajikistan, it doesn't matter - and would timidly ask the modern world:
- Maybe I'd rather work here at the factory around the corner?
- Maybe I'll become a teacher, and they'll give me an apartment?
- Maybe I'll go to military service, I'll get to the commander of the regiment?
- Maybe we will build a power plant, make cars, defend dissertations?
The modern world would laugh in the face of a fool.
Your factory is inefficient, we will stuff all the factories in the world into one Bangladesh.
We will reduce teachers if necessary - we have online courses in psychology and design.
The army is violence, and violence is evil. Something will happen - we will send drones, bomb a couple of sheds and say that freedom has won.
Your power plants harm nature, cars - moreover, we can give you a scooter, and
as for dissertations, we will do so:
Dress up in rags, dirty ones, jump into a boat, swim to us, sit down on the ground in the middle of the street, mutter something incomprehensible - preferably spells in case of human sacrifice. How is there no such thing? What Shakespeare? Come on, come up with spells! - and tell me how everyone has offended you, how you suffer, and we will write you an allowance, so that you continue to sit on the ground in the middle of the street.
And at the same time, we will defend our dissertation on the transgressive aspects of the non-binary discourse of postcolonial identities.
Have you learned? Go look for dirty rags!
Because a person no longer has any value at home, at work, that lasted for decades, on his land, in his country, among everything stable, regular and uniform...
He, a human, has to run to some place, which is now assigned to him for a new life, and there he will either be lucky - and he will take online courses in psychology and design, that is, he will produce emptiness, or he will not be lucky - and then he can count on benefits, sitting on the ground in torn dirty rags.
Well, there is also a cleaning service if the ground is too dirty.
Eternal memory to you, Comrade Colonel, or Colonel, sir!
Eternal memory to you, a factory or power plant, a road, a school, a car, and even a tank brigade.
Eternal memory, norm and common sense to you!
Capitalism doesn't need people anymore. Too many useless and not profitable.
but you can't deny him one thing: he needed people.
He lived based on the idea that every person can find some rational occupation,
and every territory or country needs to be developed,
and do something everywhere, produce something tangible, useful.
And in any Syria, Libya, Iraq, Venezuela, not to mention more serious countries, well, literally everywhere then, young majors and colonels, presidents and fathers of the nation, came to power - and built factories, built roads, pulled the provinces to the level of big cities, taught people to become engineers and doctors, created tank brigades, tried to reach the American, German, and even the Soviet standard.
In a word, the norm arose everywhere. There was uniformity everywhere.
Common sense arose everywhere.
It was too much sometimes, somewhere it was cruel, and somewhere unsuccessful, but - it was.
The whole world was like that.
And then something subtly, gradually, tragically changed.
Most likely, the fateful moment was the eighties, when for the first time it turned out that it was more profitable to entertain than to produce, it was more profitable to speculate in numbers than to trade goods, and it was more profitable to manage chaos, than to manage collectives of people.
And then the old world - it doesn't matter whether capitalist or socialist, dictatorial, democratic, in the name of the nation, in the name of the class, in the name of whatever you want - went from the fair. And in his place sat some new, and very unpleasant creature, which since then has only swelled on its throne, and only grows stronger.
The creature only wants customers, but not workers
only adolescents, but not adults,
only financial instruments, but not things
only corporations, but not the state,
only nomads, but not the locals
only mercenaries, but not the regular army,
only the megapolis, but not the country
only genders, but not of family
only a minority, but not a majority,
only exotic, but not the norm.
Only emotions, but not common sense.
And now we see at every step, the sad waste of this nasty creature's vital activity.
For example, migrants living somewhere in a tent camp or sailing on a boat towards civilization - what's the trouble with them?
And the trouble is that migrants are important for the new civilization exactly to the extent that they migrate, do not sow, do not plow, only migrate, and ideally, they should migrate forever, producing reasons to talk about multiculturalism, xenophobia, humanity, the damned imperial heritage, identities and similar official waste paper.
But if any of them stayed at home - in a conditional Iraq, Tajikistan, it doesn't matter - and would timidly ask the modern world:
- Maybe I'd rather work here at the factory around the corner?
- Maybe I'll become a teacher, and they'll give me an apartment?
- Maybe I'll go to military service, I'll get to the commander of the regiment?
- Maybe we will build a power plant, make cars, defend dissertations?
The modern world would laugh in the face of a fool.
Your factory is inefficient, we will stuff all the factories in the world into one Bangladesh.
We will reduce teachers if necessary - we have online courses in psychology and design.
The army is violence, and violence is evil. Something will happen - we will send drones, bomb a couple of sheds and say that freedom has won.
Your power plants harm nature, cars - moreover, we can give you a scooter, and
as for dissertations, we will do so:
Dress up in rags, dirty ones, jump into a boat, swim to us, sit down on the ground in the middle of the street, mutter something incomprehensible - preferably spells in case of human sacrifice. How is there no such thing? What Shakespeare? Come on, come up with spells! - and tell me how everyone has offended you, how you suffer, and we will write you an allowance, so that you continue to sit on the ground in the middle of the street.
And at the same time, we will defend our dissertation on the transgressive aspects of the non-binary discourse of postcolonial identities.
Have you learned? Go look for dirty rags!
Because a person no longer has any value at home, at work, that lasted for decades, on his land, in his country, among everything stable, regular and uniform...
He, a human, has to run to some place, which is now assigned to him for a new life, and there he will either be lucky - and he will take online courses in psychology and design, that is, he will produce emptiness, or he will not be lucky - and then he can count on benefits, sitting on the ground in torn dirty rags.
Well, there is also a cleaning service if the ground is too dirty.
Eternal memory to you, Comrade Colonel, or Colonel, sir!
Eternal memory to you, a factory or power plant, a road, a school, a car, and even a tank brigade.
Eternal memory, norm and common sense to you!
Capitalism doesn't need people anymore. Too many useless and not profitable.
