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American capitalism is a bad cocktail of Protestant unworthiness and an erotic hyperindividualism.
No, but as religion, especially Puritanical Protestantism, was the driving force, culturally, in the states (and I’m guessing the America’s tho I can’t really speak for Canada), it’s not to far off to say it was one of the primary influencers of capitalist thoughts about wealth, and the poor.
Yep. And this despite the fact that a number of the early Puritan colonies were actually socialist! The much more capitalist colonies tended to be down Virginia way.
And it’s more than just Protestantism, it is a particularly nasty type of pie in the sky when you die Protestantism with specific roots in the US. The predetermined nature of it and lack of social mobility is as bad as the Indian caste system. In fact, Calvinism is best seen as a uniquely American caste system.
Calvinism is a sect of Protestantism that glorifies work, this idea took root in the developing American culture as the persecuted Calvinists migrated to the New World. This culture is beneficial to capitalists.
And the brutally painful final diagnosis of America and Americans.
Yup, narcissistic Calvinist fuckheads, , that’s what they are when you strip everything away.
Ouch! That hurt. Also hit a nerve, and that makes a blow even more painful.
It’s not like religion created Capitalism, but the idea that one should work to justify their existence, that is more markedly expressed in US ideas than elsewhere, has its roots in Calvinism.
The Preterite and the Elect. Obviously the Trumps are the Elect. The 99% are pretty much the Preterite, whether they realize it or not.
Most of us are born in the footnotes and stay there until we die in the appendix. The plot just goes right on by without us as if we were not even there, but the whole time we think we are not only part of the story, worse, that we are actually not only starring in but authoring the very story itself, which is one of the primary delusions of the modern American citizen.
The show’s a fraud, but everyone is hoodwinked into thinking that not only are they isolated in that tiny spotlight of light on the stage, but worse, that we actually wrote the damned script of the play. And nobody gets it. They live this whole life with this charade and then die in arrogant ignorance.
Not only are we not in the spotlight, but we are nowhere even near the stage in first place. Perhaps we are in the theater, but if so, we are way up in the cheapest balcony seats.
Not only did not we not write the script, but worse, we don’t even know what’s really in it. We think the plot is one thing, but actually it’s another thing altogether. It’s the Great Con.
See: Weber, Max. 1913. The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism.