I quote from The Z Man:

Bulldozing a church to build a processing center may be a more efficient use of resources, but conservatives always knew the altar was the keystone of civilization, not the factory.

This is why I am at odds with almost my entire so-called civilisation, whether Communist (everyone should have equal money) or Capitalist (the successful should have the most money). Though, having written that I immediately think, I would personally prefer Capitalism.

Capitalism at least leaves a tiny space for the individual. The old adage, that under Communism the poet is executed by the NKVD, and in Capitalism he starves to death in a garret, has an element of truth but really not so much; for one thing, I have somehow survived firstly on the dole, and then as a minimum-wager, since graduating with the highest possible qualifications from an elite university. I have written literally millions of words since then, self-published one book (which only 3 people bought), am nearly ready to self-publish another (which will presumably be as successful as the last), and while I certainly would have been more productive had the State designated me as an official Writer and then given me carte blanche, or had some middle-aged Jewish cat lady publisher decided to offer me a 5-book contract at Penguin, I am nonetheless alive and I am writing.

I live and write in a kind of crony Capitalism where the biggest names are mostly Cabal-approved, e.g. the almost completely talentless & dead-eyed Cabal puppet

“Britain should have no borders! I own 10 mansions and no, I won’t let Somalis live there! Gandalf was gay! Harry Potter was trans! Brexit is literally Hitler! Refugees welcome! But not in my mansions! They should live with the stupid poor people!” JK Rowling. However, I am under no illusions: even without Cabal, my writings would not be popular enough to pay my rent.

At a personal level, the difference between Capitalism and Communism is that under the latter I would by now have perished in a gulag; under the former I am permitted to do minimum wage labour and to have a blog almost no one reads, and to write books almost no one reads. That is, on a personal level Capitalism is merely indifferent to me, my supposed talents and aptitudes and proclivities, and allows me to survive doing the kind of jobs reserved for the utterly uneducated (most of my colleagues), for ex-criminals (some of my colleagues) and for the grossly over-educated & freakish (me). Under Communism, I would be dead and my books would have had one reader – an apparatchik who would write a report justifying my extinction.

On a societal level, Capitalism horseshoes into Communism: both are utterly materialistic philosophies, deeming one person worse off simply because he makes less money. Well, he is financially worse off, but so what? Why should money be sole criterion for an entire society and worldview? Of course, it is useful, since it is totally quantifiable, but I look forward to a future society where mere finance is relegated to its true significance – perhaps to the level of functioning toilets, something desirable and necessary but by no means the central matter of civilisation.