“Where is the Love?” Kristof asks in his Thanksgiving column for the New York Times.
Thanksgiving is a euphemistic feast.
“Symbolic predation” doesn’t work because the injury and destruction are all too real.
The culture of obedience preaches that less than lethal force is OK as long as there’s an ulterior motive, better yet an ideological imperative. The culture of obedience inflicts force to impose peace. The U.S. is still destroying the village to save it. If the threat of hellfire isn’t persuasive, we’ll send missiles.
I’m not sure love is the answer. “To love, honor and obey” is at the core of the domestic culture of obedience. What is missing is the sense of obligation needed to accompany the act of creation, for rights do not become real unless they are recognized in obligatory behavior. Rights and obligations exist in mutuality — the very antithesis of independence and isolation.
Predators perceive weakness as an opportunity to attack. We have cannibals among us. Calling it “capitalism” because it is symbolic and stylized is to employ yet another euphemism.
Euphemisms are not to blame for being used to deceive and deprive under cover of law and intellectual disguise.
“Sublime cannibal” might just be the answer. Sublime = under the influence of limos, the sprite of hunger. So, sublime the cannibal is a hungry man who seeks to satisfy himself by consuming his own kind.
According to Hesiod, “Limos (Famine) is the unworking man’s most constant companion.” The sublime cannibal survives on unearned income, exploiting his own kind.