“The bourgeoisie cannot exist without constantly revolutionizing the instruments of production, and thereby the relations of production, and with them the whole relations of society. Conservation of the old modes of production in unaltered forms, was, on the contrary, the first condition of existence for all earlier industrial classes. Constant revolutionizing of production, uninterrupted disturbance of all social conditions, everlasting uncertainty and agitation, distinguish the bourgeois epoch from all earlier ones. All fixed, fast-frozen relations, with their train of ancient and venerable prejudices and opinions, are swept away; all new-formed ones become antiquated before they can ossify. All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life and his relations with his kind.
Karl Marx wrote this in The Communist Manifesto almost two hundred years ago with chilling application to the AI investment by banks, nations, and religion. The wealthy are eager to rid economics of workers once and for all. They have always been regarded as a pest by the upper classes only good for cannon fodder or buying their new fangled improvement on life. Ease and comfort and never having to break a sweat with the promise of a guaranteed living income. But the wealthy are after the destruction of capital by excluding the under-classes access to the means of production. Some tech investors are now concerned that AI will eliminate all humans and everything else. Robots need nothing.
Unlike humans and all living things.
In the most recent Predator movie BADLANDS not a single human exists in Space. All humanoids. never needing any substanence. Homo ex Machina, but not if the proelitariat of the world unite against the scourge of the wealthy. Forget the USA. We live under the protectorate of the demented right. I saw this coming long ago, but had hoped for Obama to right this country's path, but like their GOP comrades the DNC sold out to the rich. Thankfully some socialists have risen from the people, because Marx had predicted all this and in 2011 I visited his birthplace on the Moselle River.
That summer I was appointed writer-in-residence at the British Embassy in Luxembourg. The old fortress city was centrally located in Europe and I visited to Paris, Brussels, and Charleroi in the first month. Triers on the Moselle River was very close and I planned a trip to the ancient Roman city of 70,000, only a forty-five minute ride way by train.
Telling the Ambassador my plans, I caught the morning express to the Moselle and ferried across the river to Konz for a short train ride to Trier. On my arrival I half-expected SS Tommy, abpimp frm Hamburg waiting on the train platform. Thankfully not a sign of him there on in the streets.
Germany had changed in the last thirty years. The old Nazis had died off and, while the young Nazis had become very active in the East, they weren’t in Triers, but I kept my eyes open. Walking through the old Roman ruins I studied the faces of the young and old. I didn’t spot a single Nazi. It was, as if their genes had been erased from the Germanic race.
In Triers the only broken glass was from broken bottles and not the windows of Jewish homes and synagogues as was on the morning after Kristelnacht. I ate a bratwurst from an Imbiss stand and drank a Kloster beer. I visited Karl Marx Haus. The creator of Communism had been born in the old city. The street was in the heart of the sex zone. Nothing was happening in the afternoon. As I stood outside the house and old man passed and muttered under his breath, “Juden.”
“And fuck you, you old Nazi.”
My comment turned his head. His skin was withered by age, but he still stood erect. He had never asked for forgiveness for his deeds under der Dritten Reiche.
“Ja, du alte arseloch.”
I rushed him and he prepared to take a blow. I so wanted to hit him, but he wasn’t SS Tommy.
“Gehst heim,” I said with a Boston accent and he stood his ground with Nazi arrogance.
He was about 91. I was 59. 1945 was well back in the 20th Century. I stepped closer to the old man. He did not back away. He still stood for his beliefs and so did I. One blow would have put him in the hospital and me to jail. He was still a Nazi and I was me. Some things never change. I shoved him and said, “Go home.”
Our eyes said everything else. I was a Goy like him, but also a race traitor. I wasn't anything like him and neither are the millions and millions of Germans in this world. Some of my best friends are German. I love them. Ehrlich, but not Nazis. This old man and I will always be enemies and I would never have it any other way.
Workers of the world unite, we have to stop the rich__
