The Acquisitive Self, Minus the Self

~ article by Natasha Vargas-Cooper (edited)rich

Thanks to the exhibition-friendly canons of social media, the scions of excess are back and flaunting it, baby—and it’s an entirely underwhelming display. These aren’t the out-of-sight rich but their twenty-something children, ‘funemployed’ trust-funders flouting their parents’ wealth-whispers code of silence. With acres of unproductive time on their hands, bored rich kids are using their gold-plated i-Phones to post images of their baubles of privilege, their chemical stimulants of preference, and their outlandish bar tabs on Instagram, the photo-sharing service of the moment…

“They have more money than you do and this is what they do,” goes the tagline of Rich Kids of Instagram (#RKOI for short.)

Around about the dozenth selfie featuring a buff and/or emaciated scion nestled into a private jet with a bottle of Cristal and a $10,000 clip of cash (“Always make sure to tip your pilot and co-pilot 10k. #rulesofflyingprivate”), you can’t help but wonder, “Is that all there is ?”…

Why should we look ? The pay-offs for the non-rich civilian viewer are oddly perfunctory. After all of the social mythologies we’ve lovingly constructed to envelop the delusions of the 1 percent, this is the lurid end-of-the-rainbow pay-off they’ve decided to lord over the rest of us—a fistful of watches, car interiors, and European spa photos…

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FULL ARTICLE : https://thebaffler.com/salvos/acquisitive-self-minus-self

Sunset II

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by Margaret Atwood

Sunset, now that we’re finally in it
is not what we thought.

Did you expect this violet black
soft edge to outer space, fragile as blown ash
and shuddering like oil, or the reddish
orange that flows into
your lungs and through your fingers?
The waves smooth mouthpink light
over your eyes, fold after fold.
This is the sun you breathe in,
pale blue. Did you
expect it to be this warm?

One more goodbye,
sentimental as they all are.
The far west recedes from us
like a mauve postcard of itself
and dissolves into the sea.

Now there’s a moon,
an irony. We walk
north towards no home,
joined at the hand.

I’ll love you forever,
I can’t stop time.

This is you on my skin somewhere
in the form of sand

Photograph : Peel Castle. Isle of Man

The Old Lie

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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas ! GAS ! Quick, boys !—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

~ Wilfred Owen : ” Dulce et decorum est ”

Ecce Homo

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He challenged Jewish Money Power…..

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”And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.” ~ Matthew 19:24

”And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers.” ~ Matthew 21:12

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“To One in Paradise” by Edgar Allan Poe

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Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
“On! on!”- but o’er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! me
The light of Life is o’er!
“No more- no more- no more-”
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

 

(Illustration by Edmund Dulac)

Leonardo diCaprio’s ”First Nation”

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Leonardo diCaprio can win cheap applause at the Oscars mouthing inane platitudes about ‘climate change’, and ‘First Nations people ‘ (…Oh, the irony… ) but his Zionist masters in Hollywood can rest assured he won’t be rocking the boat when it comes to Israel / Palestine !

Why, after the unedifying spectacle of Kayne and Kim flying to Israel to baptise (more irony) their baby, we now have Leo and his Israeli wife intending to build a home in Israel — something forbidden to thousands of Palestinians with hundreds of years of ancestry.

So, now we know which ‘First Nation’ has his real support…

Di Caprio was of course complicit in Hollywood’s celebration of the ”cool” Jewish ‘Wolf of Wall Street’ Jordan Belfort, a Zio-criminal who bankrupted and destroyed thousands of lives. Belfort was given control over how he was portrayed in the film, so naturally the handsome, European-looking Leonardo DiCaprio was used to make sure the Jewish connection was minimized, or missed !

Leo said recently “Israel was great. I had a great time there…but how could you not love that place?”

Leo, I suggest you ask a Palestinian that question……

When rank mendacity, state-sponsored terrorism, and psychopathic war criminals masquerading as government leaders are the norm, what better than to engage the glamour of reassuring, narcissistic mind-controlled celebrity puppets who are adored by millions of other mind- controlled idiots ? It does add a certain “star appeal” to one’s otherwise barbaric agenda !


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DiCaprio is pictured here with Shimon Peres, “The Butcher of Qana“, Israeli Prime Minister at the time of the “Operation Grapes of Wrath” campaign against Lebanon in 1996