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vitothevaluater · 1 year

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Moneyed Society: The Current Grand Global Affliction

“For the love of money is the root of all evils, and some in their desire for it have strayed from the faith and have pierced themselves with many pains.” - 1 Timothy 6:10

War. Theft. Inflation. Bankruptcy. Unemployment. Poverty. Unjustified punishment. Corruption. Fraud. Shortage. Famine. Taxes. Death. Extinction. You are likely concerned about some, if not all, of these problems. They have continued for years – decades – centuries – millennia. The world has about ½ a billion underweight people despite having enough food to feed 11 billion people. Even the United States of America, one of the richest countries in the world per person, has over ½ a million homeless people despite having over 11 million vacant homes. People are not the only organisms suffering; over 1 million species are going extinct: doomed to be gone from our world at this rate. Something has gone horribly wrong.

Indeed, it is only ONE thing: exchange, the establishment of debt through trade as measured by money.

You see, when you need something in modern society, you usually must trade for it. If you cannot give that compensation in money, a desired object, or a promise thereof, you do not receive no matter how much you might need what you seek. In many cases, such as housing, health care, and highest education, prices tend to overwhelm consumers. Oddly enough, the need for money itself is a redundant feedback loop: you need money because your suppliers need money because THEIR suppliers need money and so on. There must be a reason for this insane flow.

When money or a promise to pay back is given to a modern business, that business has profits – also known as surplus value or proceeds – between the money/debt of what it got (or will get) from the consumer and what it gave (or will give) to its suppliers in order to provide/operate. Those proceeds are sometimes spent on building/investing in the physical assets (e.g. land, buildings, and machines) to produce more, but they can also be returned to the people who bought/financed the business. This is the core of capitalism, listed in the order of a Statement of Cash Flows. These financiers – also known as bourgeoisie or shareholders – buy businesses to create a mandate that the business must keep making proceeds to eventually give back to financiers as profit greater than what they put in. This means that every capitalist business tries to make as much profit as possible for the foreseeable future, getting the highest number of revenues from consumers minus expenses to suppliers possible. This habit makes businesses, consumers, and their suppliers disagree and create all kinds of conflict.

Think of a starving person. Unable or not allowed to reach a farm, they went to a marketplace and could not get food. Maybe natural events have caused a famine. Maybe the government has blocked that person’s racial or religious group from reaching food. Or maybe the very suppliers of food decided that the best way to maximize proceeds is to leave them out. Their prices have inflated so much that although people like the one in question are unable to afford the new prices, the consumers who do pay so much more that sales numbers remain much higher than the costs of production. Sad and desperate, the starving people seek any way to fix this problem. They might harass, steal, or even kill to stay alive and well. Because they feel insecure, they listen to any loud speaker who strongly casts blame: “That leader is at fault!” “That cultural group is at fault!” “That nation is at fault!” Hatred booms, and desperate people fight other people who might also suffer from all this.

When businesses operate for as much profit as possible, they could not care less about the resulting wreckage. We are threatened by the war industry that gets payments from hatred-fueled governments over and over again. The largest of these nations not only blow-up other countries, leaving doomed wastelands, but also stockpile nuclear weapons can do vastly more damage if unleashed. Oil, coal, and natural gas corporations also demolish the earth by yanking out valuable fossil fuels. Then, ecosystems full of animals and plants in those extraction sites collapse, consumers keep using old modes of commuting and warmth instead of better, healthier alternatives, and worst of all: the burned fuels make sun rays keep heating our planet in the chaotic, climate-changing greenhouse effect. Pollution in general is more lucrative from continued sales than recycling and resource conservation, so it continues. 2 industries of greedy businesses alone crumble our world and endanger us so much that we might all die off in a century if some miracle of biology happens.

Of course, smaller problems come from our capitalist economy based on increasing revenues and/or reducing expenses. Wages and salaries lack raises because they are not the ruling investors’ bottom line. People avoid low-paying jobs because inflated costs of housing and health care leave them bankrupt otherwise. Commuting distances stretch so much, cars fill entire streets because their sales make more money than bus tickets, train fares, and government spending. Work and driving take entire days because companies avoid paying additional full salaries. And politicians worsen or barely reduce these problems because the rich people behind all this fund their election campaigns. There is only one way to end this global cancer, and that is by everyone stopping proceeds, relieving debt, and going moneyless for good.

Contributors of the Moneyless Society (MoSo) advocacy charity have written other essays decrying the different kinds of pain debt dumps on us. MoSo Founder Matthew Holten has also written a book explaining the systems theory behind the failures of the monetary system and structures that can replace it after it is repealed by a critical mass of people. Dedicated members Amanda Smith and Zachary Marlow engage brilliant people in MoSo podcast episodes and a documentary in progress as of Winter 2023. I recommend you learn from as many of these as you wish.

#money #debt #trade #economy #resource based economy #Moneyless Society #plague #bad habits #surplus value #accounting #business #101 #freedom

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mkscatgirl · 1 year

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Colony lambda capitalist moment

#you have a surplus and theres colonies on the verge of dying and youre concerned about trade?????#chill out youre WELL OFF #not me getting mad at anime game economics

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apas-95 · 2 months

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How do you not realize your Marxist ideology is false when it says shit like a trans black woman small business owner is oppressing her cis white man employees?

I don't think you're, like, genuinely asking, or are curious, here, but I'll answer anyways, for everyone else who might be confused on issues like this: it's intersectionality.

You could make this argument about essentialy any axis of oppression - 'how do you not realise your LGBT ideology is false when it says shit like a cishet black person is oppressing their white trans gay employees', or, conversely, 'how do you not realise your racial ideology is false when it says shit like a white trans gay person is oppressing their cishet black employees'.

The point here isn't to have a rock-paper-scissors, Pokémon type-effectiveness ranking of which axes of oppression 'outrank' which others, it's to understand that each axis of oppression is an entirely distinct social system that overlaps with the other. A black business owner suffers from the social system of antiblackness, and benefits from the social system of capitalism. The specific overlap of their blackness and their class character also gives them an entirely unique character with regards to their segment of society. If they are USAmerican, for example, in their specific case the state and progress of the national liberation movement in the US means that they make up the rear of the revolutionary movement, despite being themselves petit-bourgeois. These systems of oppression are qualitatively different, and cannot be simply, quantitatively, summed up against each other.

With this in mind, it should be understood that the Marxist understanding of class as the principal contradiction does not mean that class is the most important, overruling factor, and that other axes should be ignored. Class is considered the principal contradiction because it is the contradiction that all other axes of oppression, genuine in their own rights, grew out of. Antiblackness was created by the slave trade (not vice-versa), and the slave trade was created by the growing European bourgeoisie's need to extract surplus-value, in the collapse of the Feudal economy. In the example you gave, the petit-bourgeois business owner exploits the labour of her workers, and is supported in doing so by an entire legal, political, and philosophical system based on the expropriation of the proletariat. She is also herself repressed and exploited on the basis of race, gender, and transness. These do not cancel each other out. However, given the ultimate source of racial, patriarchal, and cissexist oppress is political-economic class, her ability to genuinely fight for her interests in those fields will be hamstrung by her class position - just as her ability to attain and maintain that class position in the first place is itself hamstrung by her oppression in other fields.

Ultimately, there are no simple rules that society can be flattened down by. Each and every instance and scenario must be investigated in its own right. The idea that people are driven to Marxism because it provides an easy or simplified way of looking at the world is (perhaps unfortunately!) wrong, it actually means a lot more work!

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notayesmanseconomics · 2 years

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The China property crisis will not be helped by another interest-rate cut

It was only last week that we began with an interest-rate cut in China to boost its struggling property market. Thus this morning we got a splash of deja vu or if you prefer groundhog day. The one-year loan prime rate (LPR) was lowered by 5 basis points to 3.65% at the central bank’s monthly fixing on Monday, while the five-year LPR was slashed by 15 basis points to 4.30%. ( Reuters) Different…

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#business #China #economy #export boom #Finance #Interest Rates #mortgage rates #PBOC #Property #property crisis #Trade Surplus #weak domestic demand

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w-insights · 1 year

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Which Countries have Trade Surplus with India in 2021?

The Ministry of Commerce and Industry of India announced that the United States will be India’s biggest trading partner in 2021-22, overtaking China. The United States outperforms all others in terms of its trade balance with India, with a trade surplus of $32.85 billion.

Bangladesh ($14.17 billion) stands 2nd in terms of trade surplus and was followed by Nepal ($8.27 billion), the Netherlands ($8.06), Turkey ($6.71 billion), Sri Lanka ($4.79), the UK ($3.44), Italy ($3.13 billion), Spain ($2.67 billion) and Togo ($2.63 billion).

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#global trade #indian trade #indian imports #global business #indian exports #trade surplus

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ranjith11 · 7 months

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Top Five Reasons Why Germany is So Rich | @GeographyGuru99 🌍 Ever wondered why Germany stands as one of the world's richest nations? Join us on @GeographyGuru99 as we dive deep into the reasons behind Germany's staggering wealth. Let's embark on this enlightening journey!

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theonehotnews · 2 years

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India's economy recovered strongly despite 3 COVID waves, says US Treasury report

#percent #india #gdp #surplus #trade #say

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 5 months

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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 23

Part 1 Part 22

Plans are made around Eddie. They talk about traps, and blood, and trips to the army surplus store. But Eddie’s not there: he’s in his trailer, curled up on his single bed with Steve, trading truths like the world is ending. He wants Steve. He wants Uncle Wayne.

He stands from the table, voices cease around him as all eyes look up. “I’m going to get Wayne.” He looks around the table. Will still looks too trusting, and Jonathan and the red-head look uncaring, but Nancy is biting her lip like she’s got something to say.. “What, Wheeler?” he asks, combative. “What the hell is your problem now?”

Her lips purse, and she crosses her arm atop the table primly. So in control. So dainty and pointed, and clean. Eddie wants to strangle her. “I’m not sure if we should bring any more people into this”

Eddie has to take a few deep breaths. “As the reigning authority on all things that crawl out of our new hell creature feature, you need me,” he says. “And I’m going to get my Uncle Wayne.”

Nancy’s nose scrunches, mouth snarling even as she keeps her lips shut. The red-head sighs, standing as well. “He’s not going to budge, let’s just go.”

Eddie wants to leap over this table and kiss her straight on the lips. Jonathan and Will stand as well. Nancy stays seated for a few moments, glaring at her friend before standing with a huff. “We can’t waste this much time,” she says, striding toward the door, expecting everyone to follow. “We should split up.”

“Said every person in a horror movie before they get brutally murdered,” Eddie mutters. The redhead snorts. No one else notices he talked at all.

“I can go to the army surplus,” Jonathan says.

“I’ll go with you,” Nancy replies.

“Well, you’ll have to drop us off at my house because I don’t have my car.,” the redhead says.

They all pile back into Jonathan’s car, taking their same seats. It’s a matter of minutes before they’re pulling onto a suburban street and stopping in front of a suburban house and with a suburban car parked in the driveway. The redheaded’s house, presumably, by the way she slides out of the car.

Eddie turns to Will before he leaves. “Will?” he asks.

Will looks between him and Jonathan in the driver’s seat, making eye contact with his brother in the rearview mirror. Something must pass between them because Will turns to him and says, “I’m going to stay with them.”

It comes out like it hurts. Eddie feels it, too – the way there’s a string tying them together, and each step away from one another pulls it taught. The way the one connecting him to Steve lies flat and dead on the pavement. He doesn’t want to let Will Byers out of his sight. “Okay,” he says, dawdling until the redhead honks impatiently.

He gets out of the backseat of one car and slides into the passenger seat of another. It’s clean and new. Matches the house and the girl and the life, he bets, before monsters crawled into it.

“You live at the trailer park, right?” she asks, turning the key in the ignition and backing out of the driveway.

“Yeah,” he says.

The car’s quiet. She doesn’t turn on the radio. Neither does Eddie.

The girl’s voice breaks it like a shot. “Why are you so focused on Steve Harrington?” She says his name like a curse. He wants to blame her, but he remembers that little kerfuffle in the Harrington backyard before all of this had started.

Responses run through his mind, unsaid. Things like, he saved my life, or, he looked so scared when that thing broke down his bedroom door, or, he told me things in the quiet of my bedroom that I can’t stop hearing, or, I think he’d rather be dead than alone.

He doesn’t say any of that. It’s too much for this nameless girl who wasn’t there with them when it counted. “He’s not what you think,” he says, not looking over at her to see how the words land.

She’s quiet for a minute, Eddie sits in it. She doesn’t respond until they’re pulling into the entrance to the trailer park. “Coming from you, that might actually mean something,” she says, quiet, like it’s a secret. “Now, which one’s yours?”

He directs her, a right and then a left. Wayne’s truck is in the driveway.

She parks parallel to their small plot, pristine and practiced, probably in driver’s ed. Eddie stares up at his own home, heart beating like a demogorgon is waiting for him inside.

“Four days?” Eddie asks.

A sigh. “Yeah.” She doesn’t reach out, doesn’t comfort him. He’s glad. “Are you going to be in trouble?”

Eddie laughs – it’s all air. “This is the longest I’ve stayed away since I ran away at thirteen.” Wayne’s probably sitting in his recliner right now, a game on, and a bear slowly warming in his palm. “He’ll be scared shitless.”

Eddie gets out of the car and approaches the front door, the girl a step behind. He gets the insane urge to knock. Like four days in a hell made this place alien to him. Like this is no longer his home. Ho opens the door.

He forgot what it smelled like; musty, yeah, but like Wayne’s laundry detergent, and coffee brewed too strong. Like home. There’s staticy cheering coming from the small, piece of shit television in the living room. Wayne’s sitting in his chair, looking at him like a ghost had just walked through his front door.

He looks tired, ragged in a way that’s more than a couple doubles at the plant. The chair’s not reclined. There’s no beer.

“Wayne?” he says.

Like that’s the kick in the ass he needed, Wayne jumps up, striding over to pull him into a tight hug, palm clasped to Eddie’s neck, bringing him down until his forehead is resting on Wayne’s shoulder.

“You’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do, boy,” he says, gruff.

Eddie laughs straight from his lungs. “I missed you,” Eddie says, quiet enough for his ears alone.

The redhead clears her throat from where she’s dawdling at the front door. Wayne pulls away, keeping his hands on his shoulders and holding him at arm’s length like he might disappear if Wayne doesn’t keep two hands on his person. “Who’s your friend, son?” he asks, reprimanding for the lack of manners.

“Oh, uh, Uncle Wayne this is–” he stops talking entirely, looking at the girl with wide eyes as he suddenly realizes he doesn’t know her name.

She rolls her eyes. “Barbara Holland, sir,” she says, reaching out a hand for Wayne to shake. Wayne does, tightening his other hand on Eddie’s shoulder in the process.

Eyes shifting between the two, Wayne asks, “You got something to tell me?”

Apparently that’s all it takes to break him. He’s crying again. Hard and ugly, snot immediately clogging his sinuses. “So, much Uncle Wayne,” he says around his tears. It comes out like he’s choking. “I have so much to tell you.”

“Alright, alright,” Wayne says, gruff, even as he leads Eddie to the couch, welcoming Barbara to make herself at home with a wave of her hand. “How ‘bout you start with taking some breaths, huh?”

It takes time they don’t have to spare for Eddie to regulate his breathing like Wayne taught him, and by the time he’s calmed, he feels like a dishrag, wrung out and used. Barbara’s sitting at the kitchen table, analyzing her nails so critically that he can almost pretend she wasn’t here for his breakdown at all.

“Now, tell me,” Wayne says, like he always does. The same gravity over a scraped knee or a failed test as coming out as queer or moving states to live with Wayne permanently. It’s all important.

“I went to hell, Wayne,” he says, unable to meet his eyes. Maybe this is the thing that’ll finally stretch his Uncle’s credulity past recognition. “There was this thing, and it dragged me to hell.”

“You Catholic now, boy?” Wayne asks.

Eddie sputters, indignation and laughter mixing, and when he looks up at Wayne, he looks just the same. Just like his Uncle who would follow him to hell if he asked, who would believe him if he said the detention wasn’t his fault. Every time, no questions.

“Maybe not hell,” he says, rolling his eyes. “But it was somewhere else, and I left Steve there.”

“We left Steve there,” Barbara said, as if she’d been on the other side at all.

Wayne looks between the pair, brow furrowed. It’s a small town. This won’t take him long. “...Steve Harrington?” he asks, incredulous.

“He saved my life,” Eddie says, knowing nothing will convince his uncle quicker.

Wayne looks at him the way he always does, intense and searching, but trusting. On his side, no matter what. “You got a plan?”

“Yes,” Eddie says just as Barbara says, “a stupid one.”

“Well, I ‘spose you’ll be needing this old man’s help.” He leans over and pulls his shotgun out from behind his recliner, laying it across his knees. “Let’s go save your guardian angel.”

Part 24

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #my fic

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cryptotheism · 6 months

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Amber skies question: I'm very interested in the postal service mouse folk in your setting! What sort of initation/training would someone need to go through to join the postal service? Also, in the rig cartalk show, they talked about the rigs used by the postal service, so I'm curious if there's rig-smiths within the postal service, or if it's a situation of them just having long running trade agreements and favored models of rig when trading?

Hope you're having a good one, love your work!

It's actually a rabbinical system. Becoming a posthand is an arduous process that involves a lot of memorizing philosophy around the importance of proper archive management and information flow, library sciences, and the importance of the preservation of history. You have to have a current posthand who acts as a sort of sponsor/mentor through the process, and you are eventually evaluated by a panel of higher ranking posthands.

It takes roughly four years of training to join as an initiate posthand, and then another four of active route service under a mentor before you become a full member. It's a dangerous job that many small communities rely upon. The standards are taken quite seriously.

Rigsmiths are generally part of a guild. Recently, the postal service contracts with a rig shop out of the Teykile, where they produce the ALBATROSS, PELICAN, and KINGFISHER model rigs, which are themselves pattered after 2nd era reframes of an old-world military shipping surplus rig, the EXO U4. The postal service custom-orders these models in bulk, and they we're designed to postal service specifications.

Generally they contract for new models every four to five years depending on need and price point. However, postal outposts generally have an on-site pit crew. (Usually one guy, who charges reasonable prices for civilians if you need a tune up.)

#amber skies

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