Capital is human preserves.
Your life in a jar. In a pantry. This is not all bad, depending on who has access to the pantry. Rightfully, of course, it should be those who created the value. The surplus. With an element of need in the mix. But not a Mnuchin or another financial manipulator.
We know how that goes, has gone, after decades of Republican chicanery, subverting democracy for the benefit of the haves. Resources, that ill-used endowment, comprise another side of capital. On which we all have a claim. Guarantees of that aren't a gift.
They are a right. That we should assert. But the pantry overflows and is out of our control. An everything has a shelf life. If it's not a rock. Even rocks, if you go out far enough. Too far out to feed your children, for sure. The time to assert those rights is now.
Because everyone has the right to a share. An unprejudiced shot at a decent life. Against the interests of the world's Mnuchins and money launderers, ravagers and pricks, perhaps, but fuck them. The prevailing levels of inequity are unacceptable and inhumane.
No comments:
Post a Comment