Mark of the Beast $$$

Mark of the Beast $$$

By Jason Holland
RINF.com
September 20, 2017

Money and the power it imbues atrophies the living daemon in all
who are subjected to capitalist games.

It is a manipulator of perception, a truth twister, a divider of
people.

All who wade into the capitalist pool will be permeated with,
“money values” and those who stay too long in the tides become
part of the tide itself.

Consumed in the endless blinkered waters.

When capitalist ideals possess a victim their natural will is
absconded by selfish desire, and they begin capitulating to
the pitchfork wielding devil on their shoulder who is forever
whispering “Why don’t you just take it all for yourself?”

The money values eventually take precedent over human values
and even a capitalist’s own happiness will become unimportant
when they adopt the idea of saving just a little bit more then,
then…Then, they can focus what is truly important, family,
friends, and that kinda shit.

But the accumulation of money somehow always becomes the
central focus, and when the tipping point arrives for a society
where money is held in higher regard than human contentment
trust erodes, societal collapse becomes inevitable, and a slide
into insanity assured.

There is a fine line each individual walks with money.

If awareness isn’t emphasized one will never recognize
the moment equilibrium was lost.

Creeping capitalism falsely rewards neurons, misleading conscious
thought into slippery pleas to chase the dragon for another hit
while wrapped in cozy pragmatic rationalizations.

Pragmatism shifts soon after into malicious thoughts of competing
with others over trivialities because who the fuck are they to take
more than you, and if you don’t take more then someone else will,
is how the ravenous logic goes.

Money absorbs people without them knowing.

It’s dark magic. It casts spell.

Good people who once stood for decent things start making all
kinds of excuses for why things shouldn’t change.

It warps their worldview, where they once may have been against
all unnecessary suffering but now they don’t mind so much as long
as it maintains their status.

Capitalists sound something like humans, or tryl however, you can
hear the warbling insincerity in their inflections.

The weak-willed vacillations are pasted through capitalist dialect.

Should a capitalist be confronted for their actions they’ll
perpetually speak to some future time when that thing, like
poverty, or war, or homelessness, or man-made environmental
apocalypse will be fixed, but be patient because, you know,
things can’t happen overnight.

But they’ll promise you at some point in the very near future
these fixable problems can be remedied, but just not today.

Maybe, just maybe, next election cycle if you’re all good little
plebeians we’ll get you some nicer prisons.

Or for the better treated servants perhaps you can make $15
an hour in eight or so years…maybe, but for now, buck up.

The language becomes a giant facile excuse to sponge up more
for themselves no matter the cost to anyone else.

GOLLUM! GOLLUM!

They become an effigy of their most selfish inclinations, and in a
half-hearted attempt to assuage guilt they’ll superficially harden
to puritanistic sexless family values because they wouldn’t want to
seem like ostentatious clods for taking everything for themselves.

Sure, there may be a genocide or two along the way, or putting
people through a lifetime of work for what they spend on a yacht,
or a bomb, or a toilet, but they deem their free will to exploit is
more important than the most basic needs of others, so goes the
Randian apologia.

Bret Easton Ellis’s book American Psycho highlights the bloodlust
money induces.

Where the suffering of others becomes inconsequential relative to
the short term pleasure seeking and ego stroking among privileged
cronies.

The hounds of hell are the capitalist dogs in suits intoxicated
with smug idiocy.

They don’t live and let live, they hunt till there is nothing left
but null.

Authoritarian tools of control are those built into social hierarchy
which unleash lecherous narcissistic devils in the human disposition.

Money is their most effective weapon to date, even better than
organized religion.

Money enables a vampiric social hierarchy which beats down
the chain of command damaging trust through the entire social
construct where the most vulnerable are sacrificed on the altar
of all about me-ism.

The me.

The dear sweet please think about privileged me.

“Oh did you say something about your poverty? Well, why don’t you
first stop to think about my right to take as much as I want. Did you
not think about that?” says the diseased capitalist mind.

Perpetuating a system of inverted liberty, equality, and
accountability where the desires of those who need the
least are prioritized above all else.

Gaslighting is a form of psychological torture and none are better
at it than gutless capitalists.

They blame the victim, while they re-frame, re-brand, re-orient
the basis of the argument.

They present an array of hackneyed contrived stats to tell you
that your reality is false and theirs supreme, which just happens
to coincide with continuing to reward capitalist bank accounts
and status quo abuse.

Convenient.

The capitalist system becomes an entity in itself, an abusive friend
who tries to endlessly sell you Amway ponzi scheme garbage and
will subsequently blame you should you succumb to their prattling.

Caveat emptor is not a warning, rather it’s the core philosophy of
capitalists, with a subtext that says I’m going to try to exploit you
so it’s your own fault if you aren’t careful what you’re buying from
me.

They justify lying in the name of playing a game, one they say
is fair but in reality is exploitation clothed as meritocracy.

The cream does not rise to the top in a capitalist system, it’s the
most exploitative, the least compassionate, and the least ethical
who seize command, those who have served the beast with the
most aplomb.

It’s the game that must end.

There is no need to play nice with people who have already rigged
the outcome, and it’s not enough they take all you have, but they
want you to be part of the cult.

Time to pack up the capitalist game board and burn it, a game
that if sold under a more truthful moniker would be called,
“Demonic Ouija” on sale now for the small cost of your soul.

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