#capitalsim

[tagedeszorns]

The enshittification of the Internet is gaining momentum.

We're on our way back into the fifties and I really think we need a giant meteor at this point.

#Fanfiction #Fanart #Google #The Big Machine #Capitalsim #Capitalism #late stage capitalism #Death of culture

[dailymarx]

To sum up, what is free trade, what is free trade under the present condition of society? It is freedom of capital. When you have overthrown the few national barriers which still restrict the progress of capital, you will merely have given it complete freedom of action.

Marx, On Free Trade, 1848

#free trade #freedom #capitalsim #economics #marx #globalisation

[chateau7afra]

While I was staying at a rehab center a couple years ago, I packed a little bag to come with me, for my cosmetics, creams and potions- A  gift from my mum. It was light pink and had  a smiling, blooming cactus on it, written under the plant was „We will Survive“ in a funky font.

I know it's supposed to be funny, because cacti can survive the craziest climates with little to no water and nutrients. They're good at surviving, because they can store water and stuff very well. And probably they are very stubborn plants. But cacti don't bloom very often, do they?

Contrary to popular believe camels, who also survive in the desert and also are said to be very stubborn, don't store water in their humps. Or hump, singular, if it's a dromedary. It's stored fat, so they can carry on being their amazing old-world camelid selves, without eating a lot.

I wondered what it was and where I stored the thing that kept me going, when I found myself in the harsh climates of the last 3(0) years. Maybe it was the fat stored in my thighs? The water in my swollen eyelids when I cried the night before? Those were probably just accessories.

When I was younger, I felt a certain sense of pride, dealing with my health issues alone, because there just wasn't anyone there. Relentlessly marching on, like a stoic, little soldier in a pink, well fitting uniform. I CAN DO EVERYTHING BY MYSELF, my flag would wave. I DON'T NEED ANYONE, my solitary battle cry echoed from nothing.

Every time I was in my bathroom, untangling my curls or putting on sun screen, my eyes would drift over to the cactus bag and the clever sentiment.

At one point it made me very angry.

Must I be a cactus for the rest of my life? Must I be a camel wandering the desert, when it has been very obvious, that I need sunscreen in October?

When I went for walks in the forest (they made us do them regularly, with nordic walking sticks, which I hated with the power of several suns) I liked to touch moss, which can also survive a lot of shit. But the moss didn't seem so lonely, not standing around solitary in the sand, with spikes guarding it. I am not a tree hugger. I used to listen to punk when I was a teenager. But I did touch a lot of forest fauna. Moss was thick, trees are strong, fern is very fucking delicate.

Wondering what it was like to be a fern, (which is really hard to keep alive, if you ever had some sort of fern in your home) I began to resent the concept of resiliency, they preached on every media platform since the lock downs. Since my first therapy session, since my first recession, since that time the world trade center fell, since I first had to be scared about climate change, or the hole in the ozon.  How to live through the loneliness of individualism. Countless therapists and counselors would tell you to “Learn to love yourself first” “Fill your cup from the inside” “Love will come into your life when you finally learn to be alone.”

Those are very western ideas, based in individualism. And I followed them, to be a independent young woman, who don't need any man or basically anyone at this point. On you march, love.

I was alone in my room, watching telly during that night, when news broke about an active shooter in the inner city of Vienna. I really didn't mean to, but I saw security cam footage of a person being murdered in a city I also call home, because a news station broadcasted it, drunk with sensationalism and lust for clicks.

Those cups weren't filled from the inside, they were tossed away. I was able to sleep only, when I reached everyone I know who lives in the area and heard they were safe. And I was scared for my muslim friends, fearing the backlash of the travesty.

Those self-help mantras are not made for us. They were made for people who lived in a different world, one we can't remember, because we either weren't born yet or too young to remember. They're from a place where the world was your oyster and economy was booming in the western world. Those books are not written for us. We need to find new ways. 

During that stay, my uncle died too.

I have a big family, so people dying of old ages is inevitable. We also knew it was coming, it wasn't old age. But it's never any easier. My friend once said to me, your family is so used to death and loss, you have a whole protocol everybody follows and is akin to. I never took it as anything out of the ordinary. Sometimes I wondered if all of the cancer cases had something to do with the war or maybe Temelin.

Of course, with the restrictions and lock downs, I wasn't able to follow the protocol I was so used to, since I was just a kid. Some of it was catholic upbringing, but rituals work, no matter what. You develop own rituals of course, with time. Some own rituals to bear the grieve. There wasn't the communal praying, the black clothes and the funeral, that gave narrative to complicated events.

It was just me, in my little room. I wasn't even able to light a candle. I'm not religious at all anymore, by any means, but it's hard to shake habits.

When I was truly alone with grieve, no family or friends, no ritual, nothing that was I was accustomed to, to give me a protocol and security and balance, I had to rethink my battle cries and banners.

While they are very true and they had to work for me, I wondered if one could keep up the charade of being and island for a whole lifetime. I figured, I couldn't. I couldn't anymore and the way the world developed, there was no way to regurgitate these sentiments without completely ignoring the now and here. “We” has to become more important than “I”. I feel like, that is what we owe the next generations.

#selfhelp #psychology #rehab #think piece #writing #capitalsim #community #bpd #adhd #socialmism #we have to stick together #blocksberg writes

[scoliosisrick]

Me and morty we're at wal mart.

#rick and morty #rick sanche #morty smith #walmart #capitalsim #capitalism

[pensarecool2]

some americans - “we should do universal healthcare cause what we have sucks”

some other americans - “universal healthcare is shitty in (other country) so its bad”

…

SO WHY NOT COME UP WITH A VERSION THAT IS NOT BAD

#university healthcare #the united states #capitalsim #medical care #politics for some reason #the squid system 🦑 #bug 🐛🦑 #🍃🦑 thoughts

[supaki4]

The Game Ib and Mary-ism, a Materialist Analysis.

AT first glance, the game Ib's 3 central characters seem to have nothing to do with a materialist understanding of the world. They seem more like Platonic idealized forms, character archetypes more than real people. However, as with analysis of any creative work, the material relevance of such a work is always found in the correspondence of such archetypes to the world we live.

Ib, the nine year old girl representing the player, is the human embodiment of the player's choices. As is typical for the RPG horror genre, she doesn't talk except to advance the plot. Ib enters the abyssal gallery voluntarily, gets stuck, and although silent, is clearly entranced by the gallery's otherworldly sights and clearly afraid of the gallery's horrors and wants to go home. Thus, Ib is the audience of the game at large, us who are expected to experience the drama between these two people and undergo a potential change in opinion.

Garry, the male character that Ib meets first, is initially presented as someone just like Ib: an outsider to Guertena's gallery of horrors who stumbled into the art gallery by another entrance. Immediately, however, Ib sees that Garry is not like her. He is an adult, he is visibly shaken by the gallery, and he thinks nothing of the rules of the gallery. Despite needing to be rescued by Ib, he is paternalistic towards her and refuses to see her as an equal (despite both being held prisoner in an abyssal nightmare world). When he does help Ib, he never asks for her feelings and retains his aloof, cold personality, always attempting to maintain the illusion of dominance and control over the unpredictable situation. When the gallery tries to stop their attempt at escape, Garry violently destroys the obstacles in his way, paying no heed to the fact that the entire gallery, all of the paintings and sculptures, and all of the dolls are sentient. In Garry, we see man as socialized under capitalism: selfish, incapable of true compassion, and a sense of manhood based on control over the environment, women, and children.

Mary, the female character that Ib meets next, is a vivacious girl. She is carefree, scatterbrained, and friendly. In short, the perfect picture of youthful innocence, the girl who just wants a friend. However, despite her cheerful appearance, we soon learn of an unsettling secret. The sentient gallery, in trying to split up the trio, informs Garry (and the player, but not Ib in-game) that Mary is not human, but merely a painting. Up until now, Guertena's paintings have only been threats to the safety of Garry and Ib, Garry instantly dehumanizes Mary and treats her as an enemy. When the gallery then informs Mary of this, she has a mental breakdown, repeatedly stabbing the head of a statue. We learn very quickly that Mary is crazy and is not above murdering Garry to escape the gallery and finally live a life of dignity, of friends, of sunshine, and not of the endless depression and monotony of the gallery. In some endings, she even murders Ib (despite being friends) simply to protect her secret because after Garry's betrayal she no longer trusts anyone else to understand and accept her. In Mary, we see humanity's atomized state under capitalism: completely isolated, lonely, friendless, a product of a depressing and hostile environment. Any "help" from society comes only from patronizing Garries who do not respect their human dignity but help others only to help themselves. Thus, self-identified Marries are simply tools to Garries, to be outcast when they violate the bourgeois sensibilities of "normality". Each call of friendship (as represented by Ib) is potentially a beckon to freedom, but also potentially a stab in the back. Such people both long for a true friend, but also fear the worst. This causes insanity, as manifest in Mary's uncontrolled violence, or a surrender to darkness, as manifest in Mary's worst ending (where the darkness engulfs her and destroys what is left of her pure soul).

And yet, it is impossible to blame Mary for her actions. After all, her murder of Garry (or Ib) was manipulated by the gallery itself, and her insanity is simply a product of her lengthy solitary confinement in the abyssal gallery of Guertena. Her happy personality can only be sustained by the creation of her own coping space, a bright, colorful, hand-drawn world created by a child where everything is at peace and there is no violence. As a result of her active resistance to the dehumanizing environment around her, Mary is in fact more human than Garry. It is Mary who protects her own rose (compared to Garry or Ib), despite the fact her life force is not bound in her rose like that of the two humans from the outside. It is Mary, not Garry, who accepts those different than herself and tries to make friends (despite the fact such people could kill her). It is Mary who believes the gallery can be escaped, despite growing up there and having never seen the outside world, and Garry who before meeting Ib, lost hope, despite having come not long ago from the outside world.

However, no amount of time in this personal space can deny her reality: she is still a painting and is bound by the dehumanizing rules of a sentient, unified, and malicious gallery. As Ib and Garry find, it actively blocks their escape routes, manipulates pictures motivated by greed to kill them, and when it seems like Garry, Ib, and Mary might all make it out alive united as friends, the gallery actively conspires against them, first splitting them up by force and then manipulating Garry's arrogance and Mary's fear to force Ib to choose (the murder of) one of her friends. In short, the gallery is a metaphor for modern capitalism: an all-encompassing system of inhumanity that defends itself by actively blocking (often with lethal force) those who stand up to it, and will get you to treat potential friends as enemies. If not opposed, capitalism creates a personal hell for each person where insanity or murder (or suicide) become preferable to the depressing alternative, and worst of all, it will turn your coping mechanism into a crutch and its preservation into the motive for attacking others. However, such a crutch at least shows the inkling of mental resistance, and thus, allows a modicum of humanity (even in the insane) not present in those who have already surrendered to capitalism.

Of course, as materialists, we must recognize the failing of any RPG. By focusing on the exploits of a main character in making key plot choices, RPGs necessarily advance an idealist, great-man theory view of events. The escape from the real world abyssal gallery of capitalism is not decided by real world Ibs, who are somehow born fearless and mentally whole, but by the collective action of the proletariat, led by the vanguard party. However, Ib teaches us that personal class affiliation is not enough, we must always strive to unify as great a section of the revolutionary classes as possible (trying to be friends with both Garry and Mary) but if the capitalist system impels us (as the gallery did between Garry and Mary), we are to preferentially uplift the most exploited (the working class, in all of our hues, genders, and cognitive abilities). We, the exploited masses, are all Marries before the capitalist class. In our self-liberation, we must become fearless and constantly alert like Ib. In real life, we are not rescued by Ib, we rescue ourselves by becoming Ib. -- me (mary4) and metalpegasus

Symbols:

Yellow roses are a new revolutionary symbol. It represents the mentally ill who had their minds shattered by capitalism and it's dehumanizing conditioning. It represents the Marries. me and you

Blue roses represent the Garries. Whose who conform to capitalism's dehumanizing conditioning.

Red roses Represent the Ibs. The liberators. Who we should strive to be. References:

#mary (ib) #mary #ib #garry (ib) #ib game #misao #yume nikki #mad father #garry #communism #marxism leninism #marxism #socialism #karl marx #alienation #cute! #capitalsim sucks #marysim #spoilers #spoiler alert #spoliers

[stirfriedweasel]

This is dildoes (negative)

I was put on this earth to relax and drink beer and smoke weed and think about lesbians and yuri and write porny stories and vibe with my oomfies but NOOOO gotta find a JOB and get MONEYYYY to pay for shit like food should be free and houses and internet and computers should be free if I don’t wanna work its stupid

#lesbian #yuri #rant #transgender #fuck capitalsim #drunk #stoned #mad

[mothmans-cumrag]

The Classic Who episode The Sun Makers is so disturbingly accurate.

Nobody knows what the company actually is.

Praise the company!

Let's work 21 hours a day with unpaid overtime so the company can produce profit! But who profits?

Praised be the company!

The only people not oppressed by taxes and laws can be counted on one hand.

The company be praised!

This is exactly what modern capitalism is like, only that we don't have a Doctor and Leela to help us begin the revolution. If we want the world to change we will need to change the world

#this episode just gives me way too many feelings. i feel like watching it should be mandatory in ninth grade #classic who #fourth doctor #leela #doctor who #capitalism #capitalsim kills #leaf posts

[leafatlaw]

Comrade Gillion Tidestrider !

#He literally said there’s no ethical consumption under capitalsim #communist Gillion vs capitalist Chip fight #! #jays proabbly an anarcistic #jrwi liveblog #i finally managed to continue listening to riptide ! #woo halfway done ! #sparrow speaks

[katal0gue]

"Examine why you want to market yourself in order to be able to afford food and shelter"

#sooooo attention seeking and hysterical to make good career moves under capitalsim instead of shitty ones

[phozphor]

I go onto corporate vtube and it's like:

White anime girl, White anime girl, infant who's 1,000 years old trust me, White anime girl, White anime guy, White anime girl, another infant, wh-

And I go onto indie vtube and it's like:

A banjo and Kazooie enemy, 4'1 green witch, a lady that is also somehow a chainsaw. A POC that's raising funds for a drought in Africa, a fucking CREETURE named glob-smob, AN ACTUUAL FUCKING DRAGON, and a furry that's just a Lil guy.

#vtube #vtuber #no offense to corprate vtubers #maybe im just looking in the wrong area #anyway fuck capitalsim

[murfeelee]

No Save Point - Pt2

I used to pray to God, but I think he took a vacation Cuz now the state of Cali is run by these corporations The skyscrapers shadow the homeless, the population The degradation they're faced with should be an abomination Their body parts are stolen and sold to the richest patient And we're the mercenaries at war with the active agents The legislators that work for the sadists that kill the babies Will die Hit the back of a bullet-riddled Mercedes Justice served Murder them, and the chauffeur Hit pump of herb; let my brain exit the earth That's righteous, huh? Cyberpunk holding a pump Keanu Reeves, cyber arm under my sleeve! I blast 'em all Watch 'em fall like autumn leaves D*mnit I can't leave Night City keeps calling me God*mnit I'm a G And this f*k💩 is all it need Life's a f*kin b!tch, but this b!tch ain't divorcing me!

– No Save Point: by Run the Jewels - Cyberpunk 2077 OST ♫♬

MY THOUGHTS & CC CREDITS

MY THOUGHTS

I've been meaning to do this second part of No Save Point for frikkin EVER, but needed to find a good cyber arm ACC to convert and kept putting it off till now. Oops?

CC CREDITS (No links cuz laziness)

- Dude 1 dreads Midnight Hollow Danjaley edit, fur jacket by JS Sims 3, glow shoes by Semller | chains ACC in beta by me

- Dude 2 Maelstrom goggles by me, scuba suit from IP EP, boots from EA's MVSP | Omni Tool ACC in beta by me

- Girl 1 Zendaya braids by RolloRolls, fang grillz & pose by Kosmokhaos, eyes at MTS, dress 435 by Sims2fanbg at TSR, bracer ACC by LiKo, leggings (IDER oops)

- Girl 2 hair Gramsijms Deja by Carver, fur coat by Nemiga, top at TSR, Balenciaga robot legs by iCON, ITF EP boots

- Gun ACCs by Cloudwalker_NZ at MTS

- Gun poses by Cloudwalker_NZ at MTS, Mr. Pon's gun poses, DHAL's espionage poses

- Lambo car by Dailycard, deco gun & grenade by CapitalSims, deco snakes by Helen & Toreno

- Militech hologram light in beta by me

#sims 3 cyberpunk #sims 3 scifi #sims 3 wips #sims 3 gameplay #cyberpunk 2077

[angua-sanguis]

A survey of Dunmer-appropriate hairstyles - part 2

i.e. mohawks, sidecuts and undercuts

Nightcrawler - Diesel [Info]

Dumlingyu & Jan - Shaved hairstyle [Info]

Capitalsims - Shaved Mohawk [Info] [Download]

Lyrea/PTylo - TSM Spy [Info] [Download]

reveal-the-fkn-sims - Store Bun male conversion [Info]

Nightcrawler - Meliorn [Info]

Nightcrawler - 06 [Info]

Anto - Victor [Info]

Nightcrawler - Shaved hairstyle [Info]

#ts3 #sims 3 #sims 3 hair #the sims 3 #the elder scrolls #dunmer #sims 3 lookbook

[askfallenroyalty]

I have a political question: how come humans allow Monsters to retain absolutist rule? Surely, in the peace process one way or another they would've made them adopt at least some democracy (and it's not like they would be bad at it, if the scraps of information we have in Deltarune are anything to go by). And is there any plan on changing this in the redraw version?

I think that's a huge oversimplification and misses how even the UK, second biggest imperialist kingdom, still has royalty. (And they're not "just" figure heads, they still have power and waste tax payer money. Parasites)

Not going Deep into it but for example the US will aid against democracy if it benefits them. It's an established plot point that the reason humanity hasn't out right exploded monsterkind as capitalism is making a return and uses monsters for profit

Theres also missing context I haven't got to explore much of yet- humanity had a third world War and it was a near apocalyptic event. But its also been a while so modern tech has only advanced (handwaves) only by a few decades instead of the full 100 years. We'll see more of this with Raine+Franky and Billy+Ursus backstories.

This is mostly my way of overlooking the details of the future. Why don't they have flying cars and super advanced tech? Fucked up war. Climate Change? Fucked up war. Any country name changes? Fucked up war. I can keep it as earth but I can name drop fake country names so I don't have to talk about IRL politics

The hyper capitalism of modern times is returning and tech has only really recovered within the last couple decades. It's an active fight to keep human rights and more socialist practices. Asriel decided to lean into capitalism (learning in part from MTT’s success) because it's easier than opposing the world forces who are already predisposed to hate you because you're literally a non human race. Which I... get.... but it tangibly worsens monsterkind.

Raine will gradually push the capitalsim-to-survive narrative and embrace a different form of government that embraces the people

#ooc #Tbd #Not art #000000 #000 #00000 #Politics

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

playboyy finale stray thoughts!!

nant is acting like prom doesnt know who nuths boss is... does this mean nant didnt know who prom was....

nuthphop!!!! oh the mirror the mirror the mirror the mirror the mirror making it look like nuth isnt really there?!?!?!? the framing of this scene!?!??! oh fuckass jason STAY AWAY FROM HER

aobpuen my beloveds id buy your chicken juice

soong with the fucking ringlight in his influencer era and first jerking off in the background?????? oh soong my baby. this is giving sandray...firstsoong are so fucking funny the dejected "fuck him" askjhgasghjahgg

ok im concerned that if nonts father uses the government to take down jason lee then all the playboyys will also take the fall..

captain and his one sided beef with puen like bestie maybe youre just wrong. also puen being the only voice of reason, once again

puen said queer solidarity so tru PUEN MY BABY BOY PLEASE DONT DIE

i lowkey need captain and puens actors to work together again

on god tutorsoong rarepair of the century?!?!?!!

if this is firstsoongs final arc.... first be so fr...

NOOOOO THEY SET UP MY BOY NUTH SHFGKAJGHASHGHAH IM GONNA EXPLODE NOOOO

first doing the grindr reveal of shame.... firstsoong what is happening babes... like not even a "i should punish you for this??"

nuthphop enthusiasts its joever for us isnt it...... hold on the flwoer... their visual metaphor is a caged bird...

captain youre gona get decked- now why is keen so attached to nuth

hold on why is nont asking of zouey is ok.... zouey trauma moment ???

well we didnt get nont cunty jacket but we got big pant so alls well that ends well

awww theyre little fucked up family

no they got my baby behind literal bars JASON LEE AND CAPITALSIM YOU WILL CRUMBLE FREE MY MAN NUTH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

if this is the nuthphop ending im commiting atrocities- not that its not realistic but its just so fucked up

porschejump being cute save me save me porsche jump being cute

oh why am i in this... oh damn i mean since you asked

SCREAM THEY REALLY WENT FOR IT GOOD FOR THEM

hold on the framing of phop and nont miroring nuth and nant im gonna scream

they bringing out nuthphop piano ballad deep cuts this ep

oh im not fonna make it DONT DO THIS TO ME NOT THE MONTAGE YOU BUM ASS BITCHES NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH GOD I CANT DO THIS I REALLY CANT OH FUCK OH GOD OH FUCK OH GOD OH FUCK NOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO THIS IS THE WORST THING THATS HAPPENE DON AGJLHA NO NO NO

him dying exposed and out in the open when he lived caged in with the other people he was trapped with its about symbolism its about story telling its nuths screenplay printed next to him its the fact he was only ever going to be remembered through that screenplay how people like them dont win awards and and and and

this zoueyteena scene giving me so much whiplash like right in front of my grief ???

SO THE PAINTING HE JERKS OF TOO IS OF JASON SOFGHAFSJKLGSJAHKGSJADF OMG I WAS RIGHT!??!??!? SJHGKGHKFJAGH WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

gurl....

WHAT THE ACUTAL FUCK WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

what.... the... FUCK?!!?!?!??!

#i am losing my mind what just happened?!?!!?! #playboyy the series #a.b.e. watches #playboyy spoilers

[cdigannon]

Anyway has someone done a thought analysis on how pikmin can be read as the only way to rise above overwhelming odds is through community

The first game is about Enougn Energy but I remember they do having to make a profit and the only way they can ever hope to do so and keep alive in the Capitalsim Future is through mass action by little guys but it’s a little sloppy I’ll admit

You could maybe argue more it’s about the eventual like Mass Utilization of a People that happens when a singular entity controls your life via money

Folks I’m honestly just typing to think about other things this is a mess of a post hold on