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The Man-su ending is the sharpest image in the whole piece, he murders his way into a factory that no longer needs him either, and calls it victory. That's the value-form in miniature: winning access to a system that's already made the win meaningless. Kurz's real contribution isn't the transformation-problem solution, it's insisting value was never inside the commodity waiting to be found, only ever a social verdict rendered after the fact. That reframes "the market decides" from neutral description into the actual mechanism doing the violence. Thank you, elucidation is refreshing.

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Thank you for this Fabio! This is an essay I will return to read over again, many times.

You manage to be super clear about something of surpassing importance which is studiously ignored by everyone invested in ‘the system’ as it stands – even though more and more are destroyed by it, and fewer and fewer brought inside (they must feel this insecurity, acutely).

A number of things occurred (and no doubt I will forget a few also, as always)

First off – I grew up in the cold war, and I remember then that there was a broad confidence in the society at large that despite the crazy nuclear chicken games being played, they had a sense of “Strategic” priorities. Real hard goods of irreplaceable value to society as a whole which must not ever be sacrificed for any expediency, let far alone mere profit.

I say that only because that concept has been so completely obliterated this century, that it actually feels nostalgic to think there ever were ‘limits’ (decency would be going way too far – but more widespread understandings of basic physical realities is enough to get us there).

Certainly ‘globalization’ overshot regional self-reliance to a degree we all suddenly found absolutely terrifying during covid, when so much was disrupted, all at once. But we’ve been selling off the inherited family estate to buy magic beans for more than half a century, gleefully!

That leaders do not understand that a concept like ‘they have limits’ (even if largely fraudulent) lets us trust them in a way that their insane Machiavellian games does not – is just proof of what a bunch of psychotic weirdoes get vetted for politics. As my mentor used to say “Politicians arrive corrupt.” (to update, we might be tempted to say pre-blackmailed).

As big and loud as the games being run against us are – I still can’t help thinking it is on us, to demand representation with at least a whiff of sanity and compassion. I miss politicians with shame, who actually resigned over scandals, ‘cause they cared more about country than self!

Second point – as a cult survivor YES – the repetition of the empty ritual of belief is absolutely enough to sustain what everyone knows in common is an illegitimate authority. Oddly, very like a cult, deciding to just sidestep the rat-race, as many of my Gen X cohort tried, when we were denied our place in the economy (displaced by over-numerous and non self-restraining boomers) gets you effectively excommunicated from things which are integral to your life. Tough quest! (much was learned, few were left standing, and fewer, still grinning by the time they hit 40).

Third point – I saw a really interesting observation from Mark Wauck today (ex FBI and Catholic, which is an interesting mix for ideas about authority and integrity). He noted that so-called ‘political realists’ are really game theorists – and that the common problem they all share is that they think they can do abstract math on states without considering culture history or pride.

This (and the missing ‘strategic concern’) strike me as similar errors to the twin mistakes of either seeking a ‘quantum’ of value, or proceeding on the assumption that it can be ignored altogether.

Causality is very complex – but we can surely agree the consequences of that assumption (IMHO adopted by technocrats precisely for it’s psychosis-rationalizing qualities, just like game theory) are nothing short of devastating for society as a whole! At this point, the stubbornness of the self-harming ritual and the reflexive (conditioned, fear based) emotional rejection of the obviously long overdue course correction are VERY depressing. (and of course, achieving that state of mass despondency, is why they make so damn sure we all stay very depressed!)

Finally, on the funny personal experience of ‘value’ side – a little story. When I was 17 years old (1982) I badly wanted to get into the budding computer industry somehow, but I was also already a crazy artist, so I didn’t apply at IBM (no education anyhow, so no point) I went to Queen St W where the homebuilding scene (and tons of tech and surplus stores) proliferated in amongst the crazy underground art and music scene (all soon to be priced and driven out entirely, much like Greenwich Village in NYC – making the artistic cachet nothing but a real estate pitch!)

In those days, being a decent ‘cold reader’ and a good conversationalist could still get you a long way (no gatekeeping computers to slam the portcullis on your wit, before you made a potential boss laugh and see their young self in you). I did end up working for a great small company thanks to a fantastic extended conversation about Jazz and philosophy. But before I talked my way into that one, I got myself a tryout as a ‘builder’. Clone computers were all the rage back then (the precise trace layout on a circuit board could be copyrighted, but not the pattern of interconnection itself, a workaround that created a huge industry – and made computers for normal people affordable when the big players didn’t want to offer that as an option.)

Upstairs above one of the best tech surplus stores in the city (Apollo program style toggle switch panels, five bucks a piece!) in an apartment turned into a factory filled with plumes of pine-y solder rosin and bong-water, I was sat down at a workbench with a soldering iron and told to make as many computers as I could in a day, and then they’d see. This board had 170 chips, most with at least sixteen pins, many with far more than that. I built two, and they both worked, but the boss turned me down. He said his good guys build three working ones in a day, and his superstars build five, of which four worked!

And so – failing a value test (failing to beat his best experienced assemblers on my first day) I ended up as a computer salesman, long before I became an analog audio specializing technician. But just like using chopsticks as a kid helped me immensely, when I became a technician (hold two probes precisely, in one hand, only way to work at speed) all that maniacal soldering practise made me the recognized ‘iron-ace’ when I finally got to community college! ;o)

(No sincere effort is ever wasted, it just sometimes feels like that for a few years – or decades)

Cheers, man – sorry for rambling so – thank you so much for this relevant and important piece!

(I had my own next piece done days ago, but felt an instinct to let it marinate – now I know why!)

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