We go quiet.
Stop everything. Stop scrolling, picketing, chanting and monkeywrenching.
We go to ground. Huddle up in brainstorming mode. Reflect deeply on where we came from and who we really are. And think about our very best ideas. What are the systemic heaves that have to happen for us to have any kind of future on this planet?
* Can we demolish surveillance capitalism and learn to talk to each other again?
* Make the price of products tell the ecological truth?
* Wrest control back from corporations?
* Come up with a new global financial architecture?
* Shift the paradigm of economic science?
* Invent a politics beyond Left and Right?
* Create a non-commercial ambiance for the people of the world to live in?
And then, once we've thought it all through, we come up with a unified vision of the future and a platform for a new political party.
That's when we'll be ready to go back into the streets and release the hounds.
In it with you,
In this wild, frenzied moment we're living through, a simple sneeze into the wind can spin up tornadoes of change that rip through the world.
"Small things, seemingly minor actions or decisions, can have exponential effects, tipping the scales towards justice."
Ruha Benjamin, a Princeton sociologist, has a term for them: "everyday insurrections." These moments mirror the zeitgeist. They gain momentum until they bend the culture toward a new, more beautiful normal.
In San Francisco, an Uber driver grows pissed that he's making less and less money and still no benefits. He jumps on social media, drum in hand, banging his outrage. The outrage goes viral. Car-share drivers across the globe band together in a massive work stoppage. Uber is forced to cough up.
Down the I-5 in south-central L.A. a man is outraged because he can't find a fresh tomato without driving for 45 minutes. He realizes his neighborhood looks like crap: public spaces have been left for dead. He picks up a trowel and some seeds and, in the secrecy of night, goes to work on the medians and vacant lots.
He puts in flowers and vegetables. He transforms sidewalks into edible gardens. The city sics the cops on him for gardening without a permit. Where does he turn? The media. Boom! His gangsta-gardening insurrection gets instant traction. A renegade horticulture revolution is born.In these volatile times, a simple sneeze into the wind can spin up tornadoes of change that rip through the world.
In Chile, as the climate emergency looms, indigenous groups lead protests over social and environmental injustices, and soon there are calls for a nationwide reinvention. A new crop of democratically elected legislators rewrites the country's constitution to give rights to entities like "nature" and "future generations."
These are the "everyday insurrections" you never heard about.
And of course, there's the ones that lit up the sky: #OccupyWallStreet. #BLM. #MeToo.
So here's the question: What's going to be the memequake? The viral hurricane? The biggest media storm we've ever seen? The one the whole world unites around, waking up vast swaths of humanity to the radical equality of all humans and the existential crisis that threatens everything?
What will it be?
Maybe a Gaza-like holocaust will shake us awake to the real potential of a WWIII?
Maybe the soil will turn into ash, the sun will roast the crops and the water will turn acid in our hands. Our world will become so erratic, so painful, so apocalyptic that the people of the world will be ready to unite around a strong, revolutionary leader who calls for the creation of a true-cost global marketplace in which the price of every product tells the ecological truth?
Or maybe our breakthrough moment will turn out to be a psychic jolt from a next-level development nobody saw coming — like the discovery of intelligent life on another planet. Or the rise of another Buddha, Confucius, Jesus or Muhammad.
All we know is, to make it through the 21st century, something has to blow.
— Kalle Lasn
The Internet was born a pure communications medium — like the telephone or the postal system. Nobody owned it so nobody could charge you for being on it.
Then we made a fatal mistake — we started allowing ads. This was the Internet's original sin. Communication mixed with commercialism. And the Net started evolving into what it is today: a massive toxic surveillance operation fueled by ad revenue.
But now imagine this: We impose a #DATAFEE. We ding the mindlords a fraction of a cent every time they harvest a bit of our personal data.
Then we impose an #ADTAX — we ding them another fraction of a cent each time they show us an ad.
These things add up . . . but this time in our favor, not theirs.
Pretty soon that avalanche of small fractions moving from one side of the ledger to the other will change the game. Just like that, Zuck, Musk, Bezos and the boys will no longer make billions of dollars off our backs . . . the money will flow back to us . . . and they will lose their stranglehold on our psyche.
Why not?
Why the fuck not?
If the hard Right can disrupt constitutional democracy and upend global trade, then why can't we on the hard Left heave surveillance capitalism in a brave new direction?
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Young guy in a vest, holding a clipboard, came to the door.
His timing wasn’t good – we were busy. “Thanks, sorry, can’t today,” I said through the crack in the door.
“One minute, max,” he said.
“Sorry, man, no.”
It wasn’t clear what he was canvassing for, and I didn’t have time to find out.
But he wasn’t leaving. My No hadn’t registered. He’d actually stepped forward. He was half inside the house. Only his hind end stuck out into the cold.
“Listen, man. No! Look at me: No!”
He looked me in the face. Blinking like a carp.
I felt my fist wanting to go somewhere I’d regret. I redirected it into my pocket and found a ten—here, bugger off.
The guy didn’t take it.