This is on us. Not the politicians, not the billionaires. Us. The consumers of the developed nations. We have raped Mother Earth dry in the pursuit of our trinkets which we use as placebos in our artificial quest for self-worth.
We have allowed ourselves to be transfixed by the self-interests of the corporations, who sit there in their ivory towers, smoking their fat cigars and drinking their Hennessy, laughing at us as the psychology of their childish marketing tricks works it's magic on the mindless proles. I always return to the lipstick ad showing a beautiful woman with bright-red sensual lips with the tagline: "Say goodbye to boring lips". Must. Buy. That. Lipstick. The mind screams.
We have allowed ourselves to be transfixed by the promised Valhalla of 'economic growth' as both parents need to spend their best hours working to survive now with their mortgages and car loans taking the bulk of their salaries, all the while destroying the family and promoting individualism to create jaw-dropping statistics like, by 2030, 40% of women between 22-45 will be single and childless. Work, you proles, work. Don't save, you proles, spend spend spend.
And look what we have done. We have traded our freedoms for trinkets. And for what? Here's a question for you: Our real wages in 2023 are equivalent to what year in the past? How does 2008 sound? And our wage growth has been considerably less than the labour productivity gains for each of the last 22 years. We've been spinning our wheels for over 20 years. And it's purely our fault.
We have lost ourselves, and in doing so have allowed others to determine our own fates.
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