Oh, but my dear Ms. Wood! It is happening already! Or was there a nuance I missed? If so, humblest apologies. Yes, we see armed security mowing down the dispossessed in Russia, China, African countries almost every day. But those are, ahem, not considered “capitalist,” are they? We invent other titles: “oligarchies.” “Kleptocracy.” “Third World.” As if only America possesses the true, distilled, pure-as-the-driven-snow Capitalism we all know and worship.
Children selling themselves on the street for bread and shelter? Done! Have a look at Mumbai, one of the latest apprentices to the Capitalist Dream. Grandparents swallowing the last of their pills? My dear Ms. Wood, that particular phenomenon has already reached our shores, taken root, and begun to spread. Paul Ryan’s “libertarian” experiment to remove all social safety nets completely is in the process of realization, truly, fully, forever and ever, amen.
We’re already neck deep in the shit, Holly. We don’t need to go any further to see what might happen, what will certainly happen. We already know and so do you. So do the merry band of pirates, pedophiles, and outright thieves who’ve hijacked the system and made the robber barons of the 19th century look like a pack of choirboys.
I admire your skill in delineating the process, but question why you did not take this to its logical conclusion. When they have the guns and we have the numbers, what are the logical results? When no legal, ethical, or moral resolution is possible, what remains? When there is no hope of reversing the process through constitutional or parliamentary means, what then shall we do? Die, clutching our rags and our scraps? Suicide, like so many helpless lemmings throwing themselves off a cliff? (an urban myth. Even lemmings are smarter than that) I think not.
There’s only one solution to this, Ms. Wood. You know it, I know it, so do a whole lot of otherwise calm and peaceful humans. None of us want to mention it, though. None of us want a visit from the FBI and indefinite detention in a very bad place. But we’re going to have to face it, act on it, or die, clutching our rags and scraps.