'In the old days we invented gods to
worship who we pretended lived in the heavens and we talked about
miracles and divine intervention. Now we invent gods who live right here
on earth and we talk about profit margins and market forces. ...The
new high priests serve the agendas of their gods.'
By Caitlin Johnstone: We’re on a planet-sized haunted hayride to Armageddon, and no one is driving.
Sure at first glance it looks like someone’s driving. It appears that there are governments which are run by elected officials, and that those officials get together regularly with the officials from other governments to determine how the world should be run.
Then you look a bit closer and you discover that’s not how it works at all.
The official elected governments are controlled by corporate and financial plutocratic institutions which have no loyalty to the citizenry of any nation they dominate, with wealth poured into manipulating those governments proportionate to their importance in securing the interests of the plutocracy.Then you look closer still and it gets even weirder, because you see that even the plutocrats aren’t really calling the shots themselves. What’s ultimately driving things is not so much the people within those institutions as the institutions themselves, which operate based on motives of profit and growth that are built into them and are entirely divorced from normal human values.
You see this evidenced in the way these entities actively and deliberately select executives with “dark personality traits”, i.e. narcissists and sociopaths, because ethical and empathic people will not do the things that are necessary to advance the agendas of those entities. The executive isn’t choosing cutthroat actions for the corporation to make, the corporation is choosing executives who will enact its cutthroat agendas.
In the old days we invented gods to worship who we pretended lived in the heavens, and we talked about miracles and divine intervention. Now we invent gods who live right here on earth, and we talk about profit margins and market forces. The only difference between the old gods and the new is that the high priests of old had their own personal agendas served by their religion, whereas the new high priests actually serve the agendas of their gods.
And the problem of course is that these are not wise and beneficent gods, they are manmade conceptual constructs with no more intelligence or insight than that growth-at-all-cost values system held by a cancerous tumor. The modern gods are mindless devourers who are controlled by no one. The modern gods have no heads.
As Steinbeck wrote in The Grapes of Wrath:
“We’re sorry. It’s not us. It’s the monster. The bank isn’t like a man.”
“Yes, but the bank is only made of men.”
“No, you’re wrong there—quite wrong there. The bank is something else than men. It happens that every man in a bank hates what the bank does, and yet the bank does it. The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It’s the monster. Men made it, but they can’t control it.”
So now we are watching our world be devoured by these headless modern gods, because ecocide is profitable and leads to growth. Because exploitation is profitable and leads to growth. Because war is profitable and leads to growth. Because infiltrating government power is profitable and leads to growth.
They will not stop until there is nothing left to devour. There is nothing built into these massive devourers which could ever tell them to stop. They cannot stop, they can only be stopped.
At some point we’re going to realize that market forces and the profit motive do not have the wisdom to navigate through the existential crises humanity now faces. The only question is whether we’ll realize this in time to do something about it, or realize it in our final gasps as a species.
The modern gods to not serve us. We can only create a healthy world when we find it within ourselves to stand up to their infernal religion, chop off their headless heads, and begin replacing the gods who ruled us with systems designed to benefit humans.
Lyrics:
they took your art away
they took your joy away
they took your wonder away
but who is "they"?
we are "they"
we are all someone's "they"
so scared of shame
so scared of disappointment
we give up our will holding on
to the just world fallacy//
that if we only choose
the right voice to listen to
then we'll make it out of here
alive
so we hand over hand over hand over hand over hand
our authority
hand over hand over hand over hand over hand
all that is real about me
we deify corporate entities
by their wisdom we must be lead
everyone is just taking orders
from the CEOs to the talking heads
but our gods do not have hearts
our gods do not have heads
our gods exist in paperwork
and cayman island bank accounts
we trudge on through sand and fog,
cuz corporations are looked upon
as people by law, and as gods by people
so we follow our headless leaders on
and we hand over hand over hand over hand over hand
our authority
hand over hand over hand over hand over hand
all that's real about me
even the CEOs are slaves to the headless corporate entity
sacrificing life and soul to avoid its ruthless enmity
please your mom, please your dad, please your shareholders, turn that mystery crank
don't think, just do, don't stop, just do, don't try to pull rank
i'm just taking orders (don't blame me)
I'm just taking orders (don't blame me)
i'm just taking orders (don't blame me)
(don't blame me)
no one's here, no one's thinking, stand up, sit down, shoot them, just taking orders
we're civilized in our savagery cuz we're all just taking orders
have to do this, must do that, who said, they said, just taking orders
doing things for people who are doing things for people who are doing things for people who are doing things for people who are
and we hand over hand over hand over hand over hand
our authority
hand over hand over hand over hand over hand
all that is real about me
headless entities don't see humans
they see resources
they don't see homes and trees
they see resources
they don't see feelings
they see levers and hooks
to leverage you
into giving them all you got
no one real's here, no one real's in charge
the reckoning's upon us but we do our tax return
the earth is on fire but I've a zoom call at 10
gotta please the gods, gotta turn the work churn
and we hand over hand over hand over hand over hand
our authority
hand over hand over hand over hand over hand
all that is real about me
the queen my lord is dead
nah she's asleep, don't believe the lies
queen is plural, she's all of us
and she's about to open her eyes
the gods' days are numbered
the queen will return
not one but many
our sovereign will returned
the queen's the small voice inside of us
that whispers "i really like it here"
the queen is life, the gods are death
off with their headless heads
may the rapture enrapture you
may the humbling break you til you're elated
may your art spill out your heart
may wonder shake you til you're naked
may the rapture enrapture you
may the humbling break you til you're elated
may your art spill out your heart
may wonder shake you til you're naked
may the rapture enrapture you
may the humbling break you til you're elated
may your art spill out your heart
may wonder shake you til you're naked
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