The War Aint Over Yet, Bitches
Marx and Engels' fundamental argument in their manifesto was that there would inevitably be a revolution to overthrow capitalism. As capitalism is still going and Marx has been pushed to the fringes, we can say that this argument has not panned out. But that is what I like to call the chicken-shit easy solution, you don't have to put any thought or energy into this.
Marx's appeal lacked the poetic gusto necessary to spark fires.
The revolution hasn't happened because people have remained rather oblivious to some stuff. We do this out of selfishness. We complain about our minimum wages while we wear clothes made by dying women and children in third world countries working for a fraction of what me make in an hour spread over a whole day...But let me tell you how I really feel.
Our society is set up to trick the worker bees into thinking they aren't living worker bee existences. I took a class once on Occupational Psychology. I was told by scientific research that people prefer praise for the work they do over a pay increase. Sorry scientific papers, you need to give me a fucking break. People don't sit there looking at their overdue bills thinking: good thing my boss congratulated me on doing my job, too bad I'm behind but hey I feel so good about work I can handle this tiny little bit of money stress. Money stress never killed anyone, right?
The capitalist machine is only winning at present because we are ignorant to what is going on. If people really understood the roles they actually play they would be asking for costume changes. If we understood the bigger picture about how the way we live our lives effects the way other people live theirs we should be driven by basic human compassion to stop doing what we are doing and find a more human-friendly approach.
Our cushy existences are cushy because they are built on the congealed blood of the underprivileged, the lesser-than-thous, and worst of all: the forgotten. We need to wake up soon and realize that we will be that class so that others may live cush-ily.
How's that for a call-to-arms Marx? I'm riding shotgun with you. Let us wake these bitches up, so to speak. (PS: Sorry about the language Mom, I don't think we are all bitches).
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