The American Dream then has at least two primary functions. Its first is to generate a mythology around itself which can effectively negate the reality that within capitalism not everybody can realize their dreams, that there must be an oppressed class. Such a mythology atomizes people from collective struggle. It induces a form of hyper individualism often seen in the “Boot-Strap Myth,” or the idea that anybody of little means, with hard work and determination, can lift themselves to the highest rungs of bourgeoisie society (the richest of the rich). By focusing on individual stories of capitalist success, the Bill Gates and Sam Waltons of the world, the vast poverty and suffering required for the emergence of massive fortunes is left out of the picture. One can point to Gates and believe their own ascendance is possible without understanding its possibility is predicated on the systematic exploitation of tens of thousands of workers in mines and factories across the globe. And more importantly, focus on the few success stories of the super-rich invisibilizes the structure which keeps wealth within their hands at the direct expense of the poor and makes it beyond examination or reproach.
Institutionalized rejection of difference is an absolute necessity in a profit economy which needs outsiders as surplus people. As members of such an economy, we have all been programmed to respond to the human differences among us with fear and loathing and to handle that difference in one of three ways: ignore it, and if that is not possible, copy it if we think it is dominant, or destroy it if we think it is subordinate. But we have no patterns for relating across our human differences as equals. As a result, those differences have been misnamed and misused in the service of separation and confusion.
—  Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches (1984)
The worker’s activity, reduced to a mere abstraction of activity, is determined and regulated on all sides by the movement of the machinery, and not the opposite. The science which compels the inanimate limbs of the machinery, by their construction, to act purposefully, as an automaton, does not exist in the worker’s consciousness, but rather acts upon him through the machine as an alien power, as the power of the machine itself.
—  Marx - Grundrisse 1857
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At work they’ve started sabotaging the machinery that keeps the buildings functioning. It happens late at night and no one really knows quite how it’s going down, but they know for certain that someone or a small group of people is going into the mechanical rooms that regulate the buildings’ temperature, power supply, water flow, air flow, and countless other vital functions, and they’re shutting off machines, breaking others, turning the temperature up to stifling or down to freezing, sending too much water through the pipes, and even smashing the machines themselves, leaving the campus buildings in disarray. The most likely culprits are janitors, like myself, and Security has asked us to report any information we might have about our co-workers to a supervisor or CrimeStoppers (“Crime doesn’t pay. CrimeStoppers does.”). It’s highly unlikely that anyone will comply.

As a janitor, my job is in jeopardy. Sadly, so is the education of thousands of students who depend on us

Political Economy has always confined itself to stating facts occurring in society, and justifying them in the interest of the dominant class … Having found [something] profitable to capitalists, it has set it up as a principle.
—  Kropotkin [The Conquest of Bread, p. 181]

“This country will continue to burn long after Baltimore begins to rebuild, as long as we allow the souls of black folks to entertain the same America that ignores the very real scars it’s inflicted.”

The Pepe Market and Communism

So it’s, like, 2:00 AM right now, but fuck it, I just had a revelation about this whole “Rare Pepe” thing and I’m going to share it with the world.

So there’s this whole thing about “Rare Pepe”s, in which an uncommon variant of the character Pepe from the comic “Boy’s Club” by Matt Furie is posted, and sometimes the poster mentions the value of the image, since the Pepe is so rare. And, of course, the whole thing is one big joke - as if anyone would actually pay money for a strange image of an internet frog - but if you assume that these people are really trying to sell theses Pepes with their value based on their rarity, the implications are just like… they’re just fucking bananas.

Like, let’s say I have this very rare Pepe, it’s one-of-a-kind, and I post it online for the Pepe Market. And, hypothetically speaking, I price this Pepe at $1,000.00 because it’s so rare. Well, I can guarantee that before some kind person comes up to try to earnestly buy it, someone else it can save it and repost it, trying to pawn it off as their own Rare Pepe. Now the value is only $500.00, because two versions of it exist. Then, of course, people just keep saving it and posting it, saving it and posting, and saving it and posting, until finally the Pepe is no longer rare. It’s been posted so many times that it’s now a Common Pepe, no longer worth buying.

Therefore, it stands to reason that the only way to make money in the Pepe Market is to not post on the Pepe Market at all. The only way you could ever profit is if you sold the Pepes covertly, in dark alleyways, using hard copies of the Pepes, getting paid up front. Only a fool would try to sell a Pepe on the Pepe Market. An expert would sell his Pepes behind closed doors.

And, like, call me a crazy right-winger nut-job or something (I’m not, by the way, I swear I’m a Democrat tried and true), but I think that that’s actually a really good representation of why a Communist society would fail. Like, imagine that I run a farm, and I have this amazing year, and I have, like, thirty bushels of every vegetable you can imagine.

Now, I can take that shit to the market, and it’ll sell like hotcakes. But, here’s the thing; I won’t really be getting paid a lot for all that stuff I sold. Remember, all of us are equal; all of us “own” the vegetables; all of us deserve an equal amount of the profit. So If I have $1,000.00 worth of vegetables, and it sells to a population of 2,000, I’m only making $0.50 off that whole ordeal. And, everyone else is being paid $0.50 for buying my products.

So, of course, what do I do? I take very little to the market, just enough so no one gets suspicious. Then, if I know of someone who’s interested, I invite them into my place, take them in the basement, sell it to him, and keep the money for myself.

Only a fool would try to sell his vegetables in the market. An expert would sell his vegetables behind closed doors.

However, in this scenario, I don’t really get to walk away Scot-free with a fat wad of cash, because someone invariably finds out, and they report me to the government. I am promptly thrown into the prison/camp/gulag for being bourgeoisie swine, and I die.

This is the issue with communist societies. Your hard work, be it farming or Pepe-peddling, is distributed amongst the masses, and the more people that get it, the less your product is worth. And while, true, technically everyone benefits, the benefit is so small that barely anyone notices, and you get screwed over like a glass of orange juice that’s just been introduced to a bottle of vodka. The only way for you to succeed is to get your product out there in unorthodox/illegal ways, and even if you do profit by doing that, you still get reprimanded in the end.

I don’t know. I’m probably just talking out my ass right now, but, like, I’m really feeling this connection.

TL;DR, a beloved internet amphibian proved that communism can never work.

Gardening is not fun for me. Gardening is not soothing. It is very anxiety-inducing. Why? There are no bugs, there are no bees, there is no longer an ecosystem because we have sprayed so many chemicals and pesticides and we have removed nature from nature and are very rapidly sliding towards a monoculture. The worst part, however, is that we didn’t do that because it was necessary, we didn’t do it because we didn’t know any better, we did it simply because we accepted the conditioning (even after it killed the baby eagle eggs) and we believe none of these pesticides go ‘through the food chain’, and we allowed that to make just a few corporations and a few people very, very rich. But at the expense of what? Well, now we see: no bugs. No bees. Just pretty plants and sterile dirt and lots, and lots (a fuckton) of chemicals.