Like little children in the dark. Just after the lights go out. The storm brings them to tears. Crying about their foolish worries about the dark. Just after the lights go on, so brave. No longer needing comfort, they cling to their story books, ammo of corks and plastic pump guns. Kick off the covers. Jump bravely about. A little capitalist lays himself down to sleep. To dream of Reagan ‘n Rand, CATO ‘n ….. He does not need you now, but will again. many times his paper boat sinks.
Category: paradox lost
what you will want
A Difference
Employees have life, money doesn’t.
People have interests, money only interest.
The company is a fiction created to accumulate funds and functions beyond the life of its original author. That fiction must be held up by the state and so too its market space must be held together by that same state. While capital may create jobs, it is workers that create things, manage processes. It is labor that buys and makes. It is, oddly, labor that provides Capital with the capital. Odder still, it is the evil, evil unions that continuously stream money to the Investment Vessels. And it is from those Vessels that the Priests of Capital drink so fully.
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