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Porcutio and Carentio are somewhere in a place that is all places, trying for the road that leads to… where? To the not-yet place? Or maybe hell? Nobody can tell if they are near or afar, whether they walk close or separated. It is not nighttime it is not daytime.

Porcutio: Capitalism cannot sustain itself in the long course of time. Capitalism never fosters cooperation, only competition.

A woman listens to Porcutio, then she intervenes: Yes, he’s right! Capitalism is unable to create wealth for everybody, because it is based on absorbing wealth from the majority.

At that moment, a girl abruptly steps out of the crowd and says: Women, men, children, old people, who are we really? Worn-out dresses that can be pumped up or dumped. And still someone wants to sustain that this system can keep us in harmony? Do they know that there is no way to make it suck less?

Porcutio: Capitalism’s only comparison is fire; both will grow into a rage and take on a life of their own. Capitalism’s only master is Capitalism itself. Capitalism is A-Morel...

An old woman is dragging herself along when she halts, she points her stick to the crowd and says: We are born, and we have found the society as is, with all its quips and jibes and traps.

Carentio: A Morel, I must have heard! It’s always on top, indeed!! Ooh, I’ve seen it taking over all the Earth, and bend our Mother to its will.

Porcutio: Democracy is Morel, but only Morel when used as the means to regulate capitalism. When democracy becomes corrupted, restraints are loosened and capitalism starts to grow into an unyielding monster. Nothing is as radical as capitalism, it can create and recreate reality as it likes, and as it sees fit...

A man at a window holds a cup of wine, he lifts the cup as if to toast, and then he exclaims: Let’s abolish salaried labor; it is the ignominy that disgraces this epoch of ours.

Again the woman who spoke first: All labor, all labor my friends, dehumanizes and makes us all slaves. Jobs, as such, have been made unworthy!

Carentio: Will the sea rise one day? Who will hold it back?

Porcutio: There are many stories based on true events and history. But what about a story which is an uncompromising vision of today?

The man with the cup of wine: Salaried labor is the cesspit of society. It is enemy of Man as such!

Carentio: The Earl has fallen from the cliff; the killer has been kicked, spurned as a dog from the doorstep… Why is it that I’m still seeing wrecks?

Porcutio: It is said that one person can make a difference, however, that knife cuts both ways. Capitalism, through Democratic regulation had been held in check for 70 years, it wasn’t perfect but did give the most level playing field society ever had.

Carentio: I asked my friend, “Why when events disprove common beliefs, showing that all is war, many justify the facts appealing to the narrow intelligence of the politicians?” He mumbled, and then offered, “Do you indulge?”

Porcutio: In the time before the new era, one man decided to make a difference. He was a high-ranking politician motivated only by greed and cronyism. A bill was being voted on and this high-ranking politician knew it would pass. In the last moments before the bill was voted on, this one man dropped an amendment into it without anyone noticing. The bill passed and it and its contents would go into effect as of January 1st of the coming year. The amendment released all restraints and regulations ever imposed on Capitalism. That next January 1st this one man who made this difference effectively threw 300 plus million of his own people to the proverbial curb. Capitalism was now unchained and wanted only one thing, to be fed.

In the vicinity of the seashore an old boat bangs against a wooden wharf. An ageless man is moving as one toiled with travail. He addresses a group of guys dressed in white: Yeah, yeah, we could be free one day, or we might be slaves forever. You have lived thinking your idea of freedom was Liberty itself; it was just love for predominance, and your justice mere reactionary vengeance.

Carentio: Huh… What about nostalgia? There’s a lot of whining about great men we’ve had, as against the bummers of today. Don’t you think they have lost their sense of duty? Ah, ah… their sense of duty. Are they aware that their peace was conquered by bombs and guns? I must’ve missed that frame of reference.

Porcutio: The Neo groups [the Neostance] knew about this before it happened having orchestrated from afar the amendment being dropped into the bill. The utter ignorance and stupidity of that single act by the high-ranking politician was not knowing of the Neo groups involvement and never giving thought or consideration to the ramifications on his own society or the global community and economy. It was done out of sheer greed, and greed is not good.

Carentio: Huh, the Victors… The butcher slaughters on time…

Porcutio: The Neo groups have never conspired; they are only connected by similar beliefs. Throughout history and events, what has been called the Lumina-tee and Masons has always been the Neostance. Unlike the term Lumina-tee the Neo groups are never in the light, they are however, always in the shadows. The Neo groups had long been in control of the world’s economy through shipping, banking, communications, transportation…

A young woman dressed in gaudy colors with a violin moves forward: Now and then the device of power gets jammed. The pick of experts rushes over there to restore the roles, who orders and who must say yes. Contradiction is overcome; human dignity is rebuffed back to the sewer.

Carentio: Action, reaction, attraction, consolation, desolation, alienation, degradation, magnification, faction, transaction… Gotta make me a… a… a sensation…

Porcutio: Almost immediately after the amendment took effect the Neostance started to direct their minions. The Neostance had decided that now with capitalism effectively unbridled on one continent that it would filter to all the other continents in a relative short time super charged along by greed. Now was their time to further their quest of total domination by using the very economy itself as a weapon against the entire global society. The Neostance were very clever to say the least, using a ziggurat as their model, they drove every market around the world up and up to the highest levels they had ever been. Market growth took off at an unprecedented rate. The minions of the Neostance were hard at work buying homes in affluent areas everywhere as well as opening businesses and financial offices. They then hired men and women, young and old, to pose as well to do families to move into and live in these homes and areas. The faux families instructions were simple, get to know everyone possible in their area, and convince everyone that greed and spending were good and the markets were only going higher and would never end. That same method was applied to their business fronts and financial offices complete with market advisors.

A retired worker interferes: Turn humans into human capital turn them into consumers. Hey, do they know that everything answers to the strict law of profit? Who will they blame when they fail?

Carentio: Minions, minions, minions and followers. Lots of minions, down on their knees in the media orgy of Ethics… Kiss it, kiss it, and kiss it again and again…

Porcutio: The cleverness of the Neostance worked all too well; after 3 years they had indeed created the perception that the markets would never end. Another perception was made that not everything was in constant supply; if one wanted that home or that car then they should buy one before it was unavailable due to such high demand. The perception was so strong that everyone was totally convinced that no matter what they paid, there would be someone wanting to pay him or her a higher price in two to three years for what they were convinced would be in short supply or unavailable all together. Consumerism and spending kept increasing, up and up and up. People who never thought they could ever own that house or that car were qualifying for loans, all the while being told by the banks not to worry about the exoticness of it. With capitalism unbridled the system was now filled with corruption, but everyone was too blinded by their own selfish greed to see it.

A weirdo young guy goes all the time back and forth along the street. He inveighs and titters, and speaks emphatically: Good will, bad will? Ethics, greed? What the hell!! Don’t they know who decides? Huh, you ah majesty, ah, you powerful transformer, they don’t know you!!

Carentio [ransacking a jute bag, exclaims]: I must have seen Greed somewhere. Hell, things are there when you don’t need them! Gee, the great lecher must’ve been joking!!

Porcutio: Buyers were in endless lines letting sellers spoon-feed them more and more about the never-ending markets. The Neostance, having started the myth of trickle-down economics decades before were also the masters of trickle down communications and propaganda. They had, all too effectively created the illusion of such worldwide market strength that entire governments were involved actually thinking they had something to do with it. The majority of people were living at two times their income and yet marveling at their own economic prowess. Life was good, and most believed they had a good life. This would last for 6 more years. At first, it was news of the building market having reached its peak, then came the news of a possible slow-down, but no one was listening still blinded by their own selfish greed. Then, one fateful day, everyone fell from the ziggurat as it came crashing down. Every market came to a standstill. Banks lost a third of their worth in the course of a single morning. The housing market, once at the very center of the economy and never ending markets was now totally flat lined. Financial institutes failed, businesses were closing right and left. Then before anyone knew it, a recession was being called. The global elite had orchestrated their greatest symphony beyond anything ever thought possible.

Carentio: I want to know about the hawk, did he understand he could go hunting and get away with it?

A guy with a guitar and unset glasses: We must ask for more, and more and more and more. Once we make the relationship of power from which all the prosperity is created impossible, we can break the system, and go beyond.

Porcutio: People across the globe were in total disbelieve, how could this have happened? They all asked. All the people in the middle who worked and supported the majority of the economy around the world now found that what they had and what they purchased and signed for during those endless market years, was now at best, worth only half as much. Even though they had all walked straight into it with open eyes, it was inconceivable, what had just happened? It would take many years for all the people to open their eyes for what befell on them. The irony at that point was, decades earlier all the people had been warned about the capabilities of the tycoons, warned about the ever increasing military, warned about state surveillance.

Carentio: Yet, I do look at how wealth is created, and it is then gulped by the power.

Porcutio: There were some however, who were not participants in this economic illusion, and many tried to warn about the so-called never-ending markets, but greed was just too powerful and blinding for anyone to see or listen. The Neostance had now completed exactly what they wanted.

Carentio: The liberation is not a science and it is not required from history. Liberation is a prospect that stirs within the effectiveness of dominion. It is essential only if Man as such exists…

Some people close to a door, laugh, there are some who scream: Huh, he has a screw loose. As a child looks for his mother’s attention and butts in: I feel all no-how.

Porcutio: With the financial collapse and world markets at a standstill, the Neostance tightened their grip around the entire middle of the world population. Governments tried to intervene propping up their economies, but the global elite being the masters of misdirection caused governments to help the mega interests which only played right back into the hands of the tycoons. It was the best-laid plans of mice and men.

Carentio: Let’s put, […] Huh, Gosh! And the Morel? Yes, the icing on the cake…

Porcutio: It was all most impossible now for anyone to payback or just pay for they had. No one could move to another location to work because there was no one to buy their home. Bankruptcies, repossessions of cars and homes had become commonplace. Parents had to move in with their grown children and grown children had to move back in with their parents. It became one of the most vicious circles ever created or witnessed. Now with all that in place it was time for the global elites next move, to make absolutely everyone in fear for their job, in fear for being thrown out into the street, in fear for losing everything, and just in fear. And still, people kept asking, what had happened? The answer was already in front of them. Economic servitude and slavery is what had happened. No one could or effectually would ask for more, the people no longer had any choice but to except what they were given. Whatever the price was, no choice was given, they either paid or went without. Nor would anyone ever complain openly again, lest there be someone knocking at their door to instill yet more fear.

Carentio: But the hawk? Is he not tired of paying for their certainties and safeness?

Porcutio: Now with all of that in place, the people were then made to watch the Surveillance State unfold in front of their very eyes. Before long there were cameras on every corner, at every intersection, in every building, and on top of every building. People could no longer sneeze without some authority seeing it. Expounding dogma and propaganda were now the news of the day. Everyone was being told the surveillance was there to not only help control traffic but was there for their protection as well. Total economic servitude was in place; the Neostance had their slave workforce to produce their goods to be sold right back to them, thus keeping them indebted and fearful. Banks were only depositories now. Interest earning was no more, credit was no longer given, and loans were not permissible. People’s eyes had finally become open to see what had been done to them, and worse, what they had done to themselves. Everyone saw the real truth now, that a glass ceiling had been erected over them so no one could ever reach any higher.

Carentio: Someone calls it short, someone calls it gory. I call it short and gory, and I want to look into it.

Porcutio: Government and independent factions were now springing up across the world. Both asking the people to join them, for their betterment, and for their security. Out of fear people flocked to them all, never thinking of what would come. The people hoping to keep out of the reach of servitude, wanting to believe what they told, were indeed leaving servitude, and walking right into slavery. These factions were of no consequents to the global elite, after all, it was their minions who were in charge of them. There had been a joke from the past about a global interest whose symbol were hands outstretched around a globe of the world calling themselves Engulf and Devour, it was no longer funny, and it was no longer a joke. Throughout all of that, there were some, although not all that many, yet there were some, who saw it happening, and tried to keep their distance. Some had the social placement to do so, and others who thought that conformity was their best disguise to change back what was. Yes, there was still a glimmer of hope, even if it was so ever slight.

Carentio: Pray for me Ananias, you were a good liar. Make me wise you Salomon’s, your legend is so trite. Give me strength Samson; I don’t want to hear more jeremiads.

A middle-aged man walks in a corridor, until he finds a portrait that draws his attention. He stops and questions the painter: What did you paint here? I see a small fence in the background, and a bigger farm in the foreground. Then someone who is flying over a lit-up city and a little man falling into a tube. And, certainly, those unexplainable forms spice the scene but they are actually weird too, what do they stand for?

The painter laconically snaps: The business has grown, and John’s boss succeeded. Now John’s work is paid better, but his boss is richer, and the distance between the two men is larger. Now John can buy more goods, but he’s under more subjection. Then, all speeds up, and he falls far into the social abyss, and now he is only few inches from the monster’s bowels.

Then the man insists: And what’re these brownish splashes? They look like rain, don’t they?

The painter whispers something incomprehensible, then sketches some clouds shooting out from the smoke of his cigarette.

A short way off two guys are arguing while sitting at a table:

—The system keeps spurting and we need to feed it in order to get more people to enjoy its creations.

— Huh, yeah, are you talking about creating hell?

—No! I’m talking about keeping hell going!!

Carentio: Who said, “Nothing human is alien to me”, who said?

Then, a pungent smell of woodlands, and the wind that beats the fronds. The sound, old and gentle, of a turntable, the stylus that scratches the vinyl record, the music starts quietly, faded by time. Strange faces appear, with bizarre eyes, bizarre mouths, swollen cheeks, they move in all directions in the background of the dark night. The music becomes insistent, and a song breaks in…

Some guys and gals begin to play and sing

This is capitalism baby; this is the way it looks, and just the way it works. It is all about power honey, and money’s worth is far more than blood. It invades and pervades, it switches colors and drives you away, and it confounds all meanings and blurs the day. Don’t worry over losing the instructions, there are no rules in this game, it knows no limits, it crushes it all. It is the king, anything can happen. The low and the high, it can squeeze it all, and strike wherever it wants, shuffle it around, and be itself all-over again and again.