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I am tired of the commodification of everything, of the despoliations of the world and the cynical grins that possess the supporters of such despoliations. That burbling idiotic chuckle, the sarcasm, when one is aware of the horrors that they support, but still knowingly go along with them. They're not the imagined redneck that sees the living world as limitless, mired in ignorance and traditionalism. No, these people that I speak of have tied themselves to abstractions, of things "higher" than the more-than-human world. The economy, the currency, "debt", "progress"... whatever justification for the continued instrumentalization of the last strongholds of vitality, of life. Anything will do, capitalist or communist, as long as the resources are extracted.
I get the realities of having to be enthralled to the economy, to have to work for survival, to have to face taxes and bills, and I'm not going to condemn lumbermen or miners for working in resource extraction, as long as they remain conscious of what it is that they're doing. But the beneficiaries of such atrocities, those that profit the most off of these schemes but can distance themselves the most from the externalities...these are the people that I would reserve most of my venom for. Call me a tree-hugger or whathaveyou, but I don't think that I'm the insane one for seeing the deep existential need that we have for the living world, as a species. Weeds and hardy animals may survive well enough inside the most polluted cities of the civilized, but without these protected enclaves of what was here before this land was known as America, I feel as if something is going to have to give.
I don't believe in some Gaia-esque entity that will reign hellfire upon the stakeholders in their distant estates, but that this can only result in some ouroboros-type situation, where our species will become more and more solipsistic, the ape with extraterrestrial pretensions, eating its own host.
