We need the equivalent of the Nobel Prize for those whose consistently wrong philosophies or etiologies have had some demonstrably negative social effects on a mass scale. Awarded annually by a committee of victimized families. The awards themselves consist of a proclamation on moldy parchment delivered in a garbage bag along with a monetary award of an invoice for damages due for cause.
I have a name for such an award, but it will have to await another celebratory necrosis: The Marx-Ehrlich Prize.
It sounds like we need some inspiration in these dark times. From the Holy Book, Chapter 4:
Value, therefore, being the active factor in such a process, and assuming at one time the form of money, at another that of commodities, but through all these changes preserving itself and expanding, it requires some independent form, by means of which its identity may at any time be established. And this form it possesses only in the shape of money. It is under the form of money that value begins and ends, and begins again, every act of its own spontaneous generation. It began by being £100, it is now £110, and so on. But the money itself is only one of the two forms of value. Unless it takes the form of some commodity, it does not become capital. There is here no antagonism, as in the case of hoarding, between the money and commodities. The capitalist knows that all commodities, however scurvy they may look, or however badly they may smell, are in faith and in truth money, inwardly circumcised Jews, and what is more, a wonderful means whereby out of money to make more money.
The elegant poetry of Das Kapital flows smoothly, like a bag of hammers.
We need the equivalent of the Nobel Prize for those whose consistently wrong philosophies or etiologies have had some demonstrably negative social effects on a mass scale. Awarded annually by a committee of victimized families. The awards themselves consist of a proclamation on moldy parchment delivered in a garbage bag along with a monetary award of an invoice for damages due for cause.
I have a name for such an award, but it will have to await another celebratory necrosis: The Marx-Ehrlich Prize.
It sounds like we need some inspiration in these dark times. From the Holy Book, Chapter 4:
The elegant poetry of Das Kapital flows smoothly, like a bag of hammers.