I laugh when the right incites fear over the notion of leftists overthrowing the government and obliterating the Constitution. That’s what being on the right is all about (until there’s a natural disaster). Privatization attempts to undermine and chip away government, and revoking rights fans embers that will eventually consume every founding letter of our nation.
I’m critical of the Fight for $15. We obviously need better wages, and we can’t get them by demanding a new minimum. The Center for Economic and Policy Research (CEPR) stated that if the minimum wage had kept pace with productivity it would be $21.72 an hour. That document was released seven fucking years ago.
We hear about the minimum every day, yet very seldom a maximum. Our money controllers are happy to have us arguing over how far down the bottom is while they enjoy unlimited financial growth. But this is, unsustainable, and is, as each of these letters is typed, eating itself.
Wage caps are paramount to transforming our economy, yet that’s still only part of the issue. The truth is we need to radically rethink the value of our labor. From farm to truck to the factory, manufacturer, grocer, warehouse, all of us provide one another with the necessities of life and deserve top wages. Every individual must have the consistent opportunity to achieve their fullest potential, or we all suffer.
So don’t stop at $15, or wage caps, and don’t fall for the myth of deregulation or the ghost in the market-machine. Every single line of every dollar and cent has been scrutinized, argued over, and “regulated”. The global economy as a whole is heavily controlled, by the greediest who pull its strings and they’d love nothing more than for you to believe it will fix itself, and that you don’t need to act.
We’re just a few years away from finding el Diario de Ana Frank in someone’s attic.
Nobody’s coming for us, no aliens, gods or ghouls. And no energy source, sorcery or science is going to save us. We’re dependent on the technology we thought would break our chains. The pillars of reality are built on the foundation of our presence thus we can’t fix the world if we can’t first fix ourselves.
The fundamental presupposition of economics is cradled in the simple idea that we prefer gains to loss and seek to maximize those gains. Seems “natural” enough, however, “gain” will always look like the obvious choice when it is in the proximity of “loss”. But is it really possible to gain anything? Not in the obvious sense of getting a paycheck, or eating a burger, but the problem of not being able to establish what is truly and absolutely good/gain or bad/loss. This can’t be better illustrated by anything other than the ancient universal moral writ nobody can abide by, do unto others as you’d blah, blah, blah. Is a paycheck good? It’s paper and symbols – like the dollar, it works because we “agree” it does. Economic theory mistakenly assumes goodness is empirical and can be measured in Excel. These binaries harken to a moral universe, a ghost – an invisible hand. And while you can believe those things are out there, it’s impossible to prove anything other than the underlying matrix of constructions we call “economics”.
How should one live when living doesn’t matter?
Lately, I’ve been taken with dismantling my assumptions about the reality my field of consciousness constantly curates and maintains. In the midst of this, an article popped up on my Facebook dashboard, “Mass Resignation of 34 Bishops Exposes Crisis in Chilean Church”. Without a thought, in that very instant in time two concepts danced in the forefront of my mind: Catholicism/Pedophilia. I started thinking about all the ways I could remember its combination, news, movies, television, books, yet I couldn’t so effortlessly recall a Protestantism/Pedophilia narrative. They must exist because both religions are governed by similar power structures, by the same God, and by the same core book. After some digging, I found Kathryn Joyce’s article, “The Silence of the Lambs – Are Protestants concealing a Catholic-size sexual abuse scandal?“ I’m clearly not the first to notice this pattern. Why don’t we hear more about the atrocities committed by Protestants? We live in a predominately Protestant society, a privileged mode of communal worship. They don’t need to hide their hate and vitriol of Catholicism and when things go horribly wrong they seem to largely evade the public eye. Catholics and their churches are not any more prone to a scandal than any other similar institution. Environments, be it church, work, or family, dictate behavior and if they’re hierarchical and enforced with silence and subservience, then abuse will abound.
Stephen Hawking’s grasp of our universe was undoubtedly genius and hopefully, his loss is not an omen of the future, as our society withdraws more and more from inquiry and critical thinking. That being said, I’d like to apply my own concerning Hawking’s search for a unifying theory. A super-theory that would unify the hard sciences—reveal the full machinery of existence. It’s impossible. The search presumes an absolute, an ultimate, it’s the same mistakes religion makes. The endless hunt for the “origin”, the first dot with which we might complete the picture. There is no beginning or end, and no way of knowing. Even if so, what does it matter? It doesn’t change the fact that our cells divided themselves into existence, and they’ll divide themselves out. Until this planet looks like Mars, or worse: a starless frozen rock.
There’s never been a problem that couldn’t be solved by imagining a world void of humans.
That place where fog kisses sea,
the fading tail of a falling star,
I’ve given up my name,
the definition, the decay!
If meaning is mourning than I am jubilant,
all binding without a word,
The love song particle beams at wave.
Saturn’s rings on god’s cold hand,
the skeleton’s rattle,
pencil notes in ancient history books.
White noise, window panes, seashell whispers.
I’ve made myself a ghost so I can live.