Well, it had to get to this: tomorrow is my first day of work for 2011. The vacation is over; the holidays are long gone; everything is before us. I threw my last disposable quid at a lottery ticket on Saturday with the certain feeling that it would leave me in clover. Not for the first time my instincts failed me.
Anyway, what is a person without work? Can any of us really be alive without a purpose, without a role, an identity? While such rhetoric is for each to answer as best they might, I would ask, please, for a direct answer to why we're continually pressured to do more and more for relatively less. We turn up to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay, yet Capital continues to make more demands upon us all. The excuses for its demands are rehearsed time and again through a media which persuades us that our sacrifices will help the national economy, while our political masters exact from us the same by legislation.
Yes, the state separates our elected representatives from our interests and uses them to reconcile us all to capitalism. The irony is that capitalism cannot survive without our labour, although our labour would be just as useful to the nation without capitalism.
Have a prosperous and happy new year, y'all!
The imperfectly communicated reverie of a faulty autodidact. Please make his day more real by responding.
