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Change isn’t coming. It’s here.
From crumbling democracies to algorithms reshaping consciousness, from streets filled with protest smoke to boardrooms thick with tech-bro schemes – a dark, turbulent era has fallen upon Planet Earth.
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In this wild, frenzied moment we're living through, a simple sneeze into the wind can spin up tornadoes of change that rip through the world.
"Small things, seemingly minor actions or decisions, can have exponential effects, tipping the scales towards justice."
Ruha Benjamin, a Princeton sociologist, has a term for them: "everyday insurrections." These moments mirror the zeitgeist. They gain momentum until they bend the culture toward a new, more beautiful normal.
In San Francisco, an Uber driver grows pissed that he's making less and less money and still no benefits. He jumps on social media, drum in hand, banging his outrage. The outrage goes viral. Car-share drivers across the globe band together in a massive work stoppage. Uber is forced to cough up.
Down the I-5 in south-central L.A. a man is outraged because he can't find a fresh tomato without driving for 45 minutes. He realizes his neighborhood looks like crap: public spaces have been left for dead. He picks up a trowel and some seeds and, in the secrecy of night, goes to work on the medians and vacant lots.
He puts in flowers and vegetables. He transforms sidewalks into edible gardens. The city sics the cops on him for gardening without a permit. Where does he turn? The media. Boom! His gangsta-gardening insurrection gets instant traction. A renegade horticulture revolution is born.In these volatile times, a simple sneeze into the wind can spin up tornadoes of change that rip through the world.
In Chile, as the climate emergency looms, indigenous groups lead protests over social and environmental injustices, and soon there are calls for a nationwide reinvention. A new crop of democratically elected legislators rewrites the country's constitution to give rights to entities like "nature" and "future generations."
These are the "everyday insurrections" you never heard about.
And of course, there's the ones that lit up the sky: #OccupyWallStreet. #BLM. #MeToo.
So here's the question: What's going to be the memequake? The viral hurricane? The biggest media storm we've ever seen? The one the whole world unites around, waking up vast swaths of humanity to the radical equality of all humans and the existential crisis that threatens everything?
What will it be?
Maybe a Gaza-like holocaust will shake us awake to the real potential of a WWIII?
Maybe the soil will turn into ash, the sun will roast the crops and the water will turn acid in our hands. Our world will become so erratic, so painful, so apocalyptic that the people of the world will be ready to unite around a strong, revolutionary leader who calls for the creation of a true-cost global marketplace in which the price of every product tells the ecological truth?
Or maybe our breakthrough moment will turn out to be a psychic jolt from a next-level development nobody saw coming — like the discovery of intelligent life on another planet. Or the rise of another Buddha, Confucius, Jesus or Muhammad.
All we know is, to make it through the 21st century, something has to blow.
— Kalle Lasn
Where's all the fucking money? Ahhh . . . it's safely stashed in tax havens. $10T of it - a huge chunk of planetary wealth. When it comes to paying their fair share, the rich have seceded from the rest of humanity.
Cracking down on this is difficult but by no means impossible. Effective legal instruments to prevent offshore tax evasion are incredibly simple and could be rolled out overnight. All you have to do is make it illegal for banks to perform transactions with countries and territories that don't comply with rules on tax transparency. Problem solved. Instantly.
The real hurdle is political will. Our leaders, under pressure from lobbyists, will always avoid making this leap. They've got to be pushed. We the people of the world must send them an ultimatum they can't ignore.
So Friday after Friday after Friday, across the globe, let's make a show of our anger. Put some muscle into it. Let's occupy banks, stink bomb stock exchanges, and hang OUT OF ORDER signs on ATMs. Let's build up a global drumbeat of righteous fury. Let's introduce so much fuck-it-all turbulence into global finance that our leaders are forced to act.
What is the capitalist algorithm but a machine that runs on money? The people running it are leeches, grifters who just sit on their asses moving money around - skimming off the top with bank fees, interest rates, mortgages, currency trades, payday loans and stock dividends. A lot of them are high-volume speculators using bots that detect fleeting price discrepancies and market patterns, and then place orders automatically.
About three trillion dollars a day is traded this way. It creates nothing of actual value. It's the ultimate financial circle jerk - an under-the-radar transfer of power on a massive scale. The whole thing is a ticking time bomb, and when it goes off, it's taking all of us with it.
There is a simple solution: A "hold" rule.
You place a legally mandated gap between the trade and its acceptance. When someone buys a stock, they have to hang on to it for some period of time - let's say 24 hours - before they can sell it again. Now people start looking at what it is they're buying again... the actual value of the stock rather than its role in the spasming chain of money-begets-money-begets-money. Nano trading: gone-zo. Insider trading: hog-tied. The intercontinental money ping-ponging between North America, Europe and Asia: hobbled.
Global finance: grounded.
The 24-hour holding rule works. You buy it, you keep it for a day. Elegant, simple, radical.
Of course, the coke sniffers of Wall Street will fight this with all the legal and lobbying power they can muster.
But fuck 'em . The tide is shifting. The moment is now ripe for us to win.
So Friday after Friday let's attack Big Finance with total abandon. The 24-Hour Rule . . . yes! . . . this is what We the People want . . . let's push it through!
The outbreak of Covid-19 became a global pandemic because of airplanes. The virus shot around the world, instantly found new hosts, and replicated everywhere all at once. It was out of Pandora's box before anyone could shut it down.
Speculative money has infected financial systems in the same way. The speculative Traders are like superspreaders, and with no borders or governors or effective laws to stop them, the whole world is vulnerable.
The treatment for this disease is to kill off flash-bot trading, outlaw derivatives and credit default swaps, curb Wall Street's predatory appetites. . . reduce the money sloshing around the internet every day from $3-trillion to $2-trillion to $1-trillion . . . winnowing it down to a modest $500-million. We flatten the money curve until the virus dies off and we reach financial herd immunity.
But that's only the beginning. Next, we start tinkering with the fundamentals . . . we turn money into a public utility, like highways. You can drive from New York to San Francisco without paying any tolls - so why can't you send $100 to your mother in Lebanon without someone lopping $5 off the top?
Cutting the middlemen completely out of the equation: That's the grail.
You may think all this is a bit of an idealistic, romantic fools' game. Who could possibly take any of this seriously? But wait until the global temperature creeps up a bit more; until the heat domes and arctic blizzards become unbearable; until the next financial meltdown hits you hard and your life falls apart like it already has for hundreds of millions of people in dozens of failed states; wait until your bank won't let you in the door and your anger turns into panic - then you may suddenly be ready to take on the bloodsuckers of Big Finance and get behind a fundamental reform of the world's financial architecture.
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There are secrets to be revealed. Epiphanies to be had. Ways to opt out of corpo-capitalist mindfuck.
But to do it, you'll have to understand what Friedensreich Hunderwasser meant when he said,
"The straight line is godless and immoral."
Wait, what? Which straight line? Why immoral? And what's with the "g word" dropped in there like a dog on the dinner table.
Yet for some reason it sticks. It gnaws at your belly. It keeps popping up in your mind. When you reach for your phone in the morning. While brewing coffee. Chatting. Walking. Shopping. Eating. Canoodling.
And one day it hits home. You. Us. This. What you've come to.
The straight line is godless and immoral.
You have become a slave to your head.
The Modernist Project introduced logic, certitude and stability. Capitalism added layer upon layer of false consciousness. And then your smart phone rammed it all home.
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Now your neurons are fried. You've lost your empathy. You realize how cold, calculating and unfeeling you've become. Your humanity is buried under the numbing glow of a screen, the crushing weight of your credit card debt, the foreboding gloom of a heat dome.
You realize how prophetic Hundertwasser really was.
So you pivot.
You shut off the phone.
Every morning, you go to the mirror, take off your clothes, stare at yourself for five minutes.
You let the collars on your shirts fray, share your space with spiders. You learn to eat and drink and shop and live and love and think in down-to-earth new ways. You revel in the messiness of everyday life.
You step off the godless and immoral straight line and learn how to wobble again.
— Kalle Lasn
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It's been said that if you want to become truly wise, you have to make yourself a fool to the world's wisdom.
Everyone's born with an innate understanding of this. But then we grow up and get tangled in the straitjacket of what you might call conventional wisdom: The world is a big, ugly, dangerous place, with serious problems that require a serious mind to navigate. So we learn to fear mistakes and stop trusting our gut. We become prisoners to dogma and reason — jaded enemies of naiveté — and before we know it, we die long before we're buried.
To a kid, such sense is nonsense. They haven't yet forgotten what being alive is actually all about: Curiosity, wonder, and awe. Effortless play and ticklish joy. Radical trust and unconditional love. The deliciousness of watermelon on a hot summer's day. The thrill of an evening firefly hunt. Daydreams and finger-painting. I think in our rush to grow up and take on the world, we rob ourselves of seeing what a profound and holy thing life really is.
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That's probably why Jesus taught us that if we want to see Heaven here on Earth, we have to make ourselves like little children. Why the Eastern philosophies echo his words: Taoists point to the Uncarved Block as the way and Zen masters see children as "little Buddhas".
It almost seems too easy, but living isn't about becoming, it's about being.
Maybe there's no such thing as "ready for kindergarten". Maybe the real problem isn't how well or quickly our kids develop, but our insistence that everything should develop linearly. My gut tells me we've got things backwards, and when it comes to cultivating true wisdom, instead of teaching our kids, we should be learning from them.
— Daniel Younger
I spotted a little spider dashing across the floor.
My immediate reaction was, “Damn, I gotta squish this sucker — can’t have creepy-crawlies nesting up in the house.”
But then I squatted down and saw what it was up to.
It was looking for food . . . stopping every few seconds to sniff something out . . .Whenever I got too close, it panicked and scampered off for safety.
Suddenly, I liked this creature. In uncanny ways, it had so many of the same kind of sensibilities and survival instincts that I have.
So I thought what the hell, it’s not doing any harm . . . why not share the house with it?
A two-state solution!
—KL
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