the sublime cannibal

“Where is the Love?” Kristof asks in his Thanksgiving column for the New York Times.

Thanksgiving is a euphemistic feast.

Capitalism_is_CannibalismI still haven’t found just the right term to describe cannibals bloodlessly and indirectly destroying and consuming their own kind. Some call it “sacrifice,” but that too is a euphemism.

“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.

Image: from the album “Capitalism is Cannibalism” by Anthrax (via Wikipedia/promotional).

Monica Smith

Monica Smith writes Hannah's Blog. Born in Germany, she came to the United States as a child, living first in California, then after an interval in Chile, in New York. Married to a retired professor at the University of Florida, where she lived for 17 years, she moved to St. Simons Island, Georgia, in 1993 and now divides her time between Georgia and New Hampshire. (New Hampshire, she says, is always interesting during a presidential election.) She and her husband have three children and five grandchildren. Ms. Smith says she "learned long ago that I am not a good team player when I got hired at the Library of Congress, fresh out of college with a degree in political science and proficiency in four foreign languages, to 'edit' library cards and informed my supervisor that if she was going to insist I punch the clock exactly on time, my productivity was going to fall from being the highest to being the same as everyone else's. The supervisor opted to assign me to another building where there was no time-clock. After I had the first of our three children, I decided a paycheck wasn't worth the hassle."