Capitalism: On the Pedestal

On a Pedestal: An expression describing the undue elevation of a concept, typically rendering it overly lauded and generally immune to questioning.
 
Today, on the pedestal we have Capitalism. The economic foundation of our country that is absolutely worshiped by the political right and regularly used to defend corporate greed.
 
The reality? Fossil fuels are fast approaching obsolescence. Power utility monopolies are crumbling in the wake of renewable implementation. American cars are quickly becoming some of the least reliable vehicles and as a result are going under. The vast majority of our goods are now manufactured in another country and we’re outsourcing what labor we can and using as much cheap immigrant labor as possible. We are falling behind in the innovation race as other countries become more sophisticated. Our prison and healthcare system is a complete joke and our government has become an institution where everything is decided by the wealthy, for the wealthy and they are doing a fantastic job
 
Why? Capitalism. Coal is now more expensive than Solar so Coal is dying. Solar and Wind energy allows a single home to maintain their own power needs and often even sell excess electricity back to the Grid. Energy independence = Freedom but you fight it because science is just some liberal conspiracy. Toyota, Nissan, and Subaru manufacture cars that are practically guaranteed to push 300,000 miles with little more than standard maintenance. With U.S. made cars anything over 100,000 miles is a miracle. It is cheaper to make something, and then send it across an ocean than it is to make it here. All this is is exported slave labor. That’s right, no. We did NOT abolish slavery. We exported it because our conscience is immune to that which we don’t have to face. India now has it’s own Silicon Valley and China keeps using enforced patriotism to steal our technology. Our prisons and our healthcare system operate on the same principle. We don’t cure people, we treat their symptoms. We keep them sick for as long as possible to perpetuate the cycling through the system in order to take as much from them as we can. When money is power, politics is bought and paid for. When the people who are making the rules are making all the rules to leverage their position, we are officially hopeless. Recently a politician in Illinois got away with admitting to countless acts of child molestation because a bill that he passed stipulated that offenders could not be charged retroactively. These people are despicable, and we have put them in charge of the planet…
 
Because Capitalism has motivated the creation of a market and political system where the primary motivation is to TAKE as much as we possibly can.
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No this isn't some sort of midlife crisis thing. I'm just adapting. Like anyone else on here, or who does this, I believe I am writer. Unlike most others, I believe I am a writer because I have always written. Long story short, I was a really weird kid and sometimes it just felt like the only place I could turn for some solace and empathy was an empty page. I've always been a melodramatic writer and I've been really happy for a long time so I haven't felt the need to write but when I do... I have to. I basically live on the road, so my journal is hardly ever within reach, and when it is I convince myself that I'm too busy to make any time for it. So here I am, embracing the future, having acquired the journal that will follow me almost anywhere. I'm having one of those, "WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS BEFORE!?" moments, and GOD after so long I can't tell you how good it feels to just let my mind spill through the tips of my fingers again. I suppose this would be an appropriate time to qualify both my ability and my intentions. I am not a good writer. I am told I have a strong tendency towards run-ons, I over punctuate, and I curse like a sailor. I can't spell for crap and especially while typing, I have a tendency to just leave words out. As I mentioned earlier this "blog" is meant as a replacement for my long treasured journal, which tends to imply a need for privacy. However, if you were to ever read my journal, you would eventually come across an entry musing over the purpose of a journal, wondering why they are written and kept in secret. I have no secrets. I had far too many secrets for far too long and I assure you, I have no more energy for them. Additionally, I can not properly conjure any feeling of being heard by manufacturing an imaginary personality that lives in a book and understands my words. So I write, and have always written, to you. Thanks for reading it!
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