What does it mean to be human in the 21st Century?
In the post-colonial era the idea of wealth-sharing was so popular in countries previously under the yoke of colonial powers that the Home of Greed and Unsustainable Consumption, the Oligarchy of America, was terrified that this idea of caring and sharing might go global, and so we had to have fifty years of overt and covert wars in which tens of millions died for what was cynically sold to the masses as "freedom and democracy".
And here's my prediction: When globalised capitalism (corporate colonialism) has fully conquered the planet and imposed its psychopathic regime, there will be the mother of all revolutions, waged by the starving masses, and some form of globalised wealth sharing (i.e. some global form of communism or socialism) will be implemented.
The only alternative I can see is that the rich and powerful (and their lackeys) will deploy robot armies to carry out the mother of all genocides. Thanks be to your favourite imagined God that I will no longer be around for that shit fight. :-/
So tell me, oh wise ones, what does it mean to be human in the 21st century?
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Alas, I fear that if and when "the mother of all revolutions" happens, given the de-enlightening nature of oppression and exploitation, there will not be the required number of enlightened revolutionary leaders around to ensure that it is a strictly nonviolent revolution, and therefore the rich and powerful (and their lackeys) will feel justified in deploying robot armies to carry out the mother of all genocides.
You see, dear readers, I have given up on the idea that resistance movements have what it takes to commit, absolutely, to rigorous principles of nonviolence and therefore have no hope of success. No doubt Martin Luther King Jnr, Mahatma Gandhi, Rabbi Jesus, and Gautama the Buddha, are all shaking their heads in sadness as we inexorably descend into the next Dark Age from which we may not emerge for hundreds of years, if ever.
I wish I could see a light at the end of the tunnel - but I cannot. I have lost all faith in humanity's ability to defeat the forces of darkness which have conjured up the ogre of globalised capitalism.
And the shrinks have got one hell of a job trying to help me with my depression because I refuse to take their complacency-inducing drugs or allow my brain to be subjected to their "efficacious" electroshock "treatment".
George Harrison nailed it when he wrote:
I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
(That song makes me cry every time I hear it.)
Here endeth the rant...