The racist soreheads involved in their recent rally (collective highchair-banging, juicy-juice flinging snit fit) in Charlottesville, Virginia are being doxxed and a number have lost their jobs.
Is this a breach of ethics in a free (guffaw) society?
The question is moot, due to this fact: The US is not a democratic republic. The notion that its citizens possess “inalienable rights” was a literary flourish or, closer to fact, a flat out lie. Capitalism is a dictatorship of money; hence, the chimerical notion that the assembled, White supremacist sub-cretins in question possess the right to their shitshow protest in the first place is flat out, Flat Earth theory level fantasy. The powdered wig bedecked aristocratic founders of the sham republic loathed the underclass, saw them as dangerous and knew the key to maintaining their near complete power and influence was to bestow the property owning class with near absolute power and banish even the very notion of the existence of economic rights. Why? They were capitalists.
The US revolution was merely a palace coup staged by racist, classist aristocrats against royalist rule. They coveted royalist wealth and power, and the had only a superficial, at best, interest in bestowing rights on the rabble at large, inferior beings in their view, who should be kept far from the precincts of influence and power. In short, most US Americans have internalised hagiography. They have the right to starve. Only the economic elite, inaccessible and unaccountable, ensconced in their dictatorship of money, have the right to have a life, the liberty to exploit at will, and to pursue happiness by standing on the necks of the labouring classes – while the middle class has the right to act as a buffer zone between capitalist power and the underclasses, in the event that they might grow restive under the hardships and humiliation attendant to capitalist economic despotism.
In short, the confused fellers in Virginia do not possess a right to free speech. They are at liberty to kiss the bloated ass of their bosses and believe the rattle of their economic chains is the very song of freedom.
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Phil Rockstroh is a poet, lyricist and philosopher bard living in New York City.
Yet a bio amounts to dharma for dimwits: It defines a human being in the same manner and degree of veracity as a restaurant menu describes the various slabs of meat offered … commodified things that were once living beings.