I addressed the following to neoliberals, members of a mobile-capital class that devours nations for short-term profit:
Thirty years ago you told them that they are a fungible commodity. You dumped monkeys, rats and snakes into their beds. You drugged them with corn, sold them brittle plastic trinkets, blew off their legs overseas and liberated their women’s gutter impulses.
In a short post about male archetypes, I wrote:
Jonathan comes from a line of men who live and die by the pride in their hearts and the fire in their guts. Quick to throw a punch, quicker to help a friend. His deepest desire is to serve and be needed and to see the fruits of his works. Men like him require a purpose and when they sense futility, they destroy themselves.
Below is an example of how that head-on collision with futility plays out. Men are judged on their decisions. Instead of blowing out their brains they could have played World of Warcraft, but their spirits required a stronger poison.