Greed is Good | Marc James Beaton
‘Greed is good’ saved my life. Class war, anyone?
I had plans to start writing regularly on how to spot a neo-marxist and pull the dissonance on the left apart but sometimes events overtake you, and when you wanted to calm down and think and lay stuff out, something comes along that blows that up and all the thoughts need to come out right now.
With this in mind, I’m going to ask the ‘right’ and the commies to just leave it out for a minute and give me the floor. Free speech is all about perspectives and when you see mine, you’ll understand why my request for the floor is not so much a request, but a socio-political necessity.
I ‘broke up’ with a friend a few years ago because he’s a heroin addict. I abandoned someone I’ve known for over a decade and been through the ringer with, who I regarded as the brother I never had when he was at the lowest I’d ever seen him. I worried about him for 2 years and recently I found out he had reason to be even lower.
I felt the shame, I felt the guilt that I’d abandoned him but I put that aside and gave him a call, just to check in and make sure he was ok.
He’s put weight on, he’s reducing his dosages and he’s getting his life in order. We had an in depth conversation and even touched on politics and I was surprised to find out we agreed on more than I thought we would. I’ve had a pretty tough life myself but when it comes to this friend, our struggles may have been very similar conceptually but in terms of how bad it’s been, I know I’m a distant second.
It’s not my place to tell my friend’s story but I’ll guide you through the similarities as I tell my own, partly because It’s important and relevant but also partly because I yearn for class war with the neo-bourgeoisie dipshits so the final battle in the culture war can be won and I can stop thinking about this shit and focus on honing my programming skills.
If you read my previous comment, I left the indoctrination system with mediocre grades in 2005 and fooled around for a couple of years at college before just sacking it off and going into work because I didn’t really know what I wanted to do.
Trouble is, I’d (much, much) later find out that after almost 13 years in an education system where every child ‘gets what they need,’ supported by an NHS designed to make sure everyone ‘got the healthcare they needed’ that I have 2 learning difficulties (autism and ADHD) and didn’t really get what I needed (go figure) so the jobs I was in, weren’t really suited to a weird kid with a wonderful mind and bad social skills – so I lost jobs.
2008 rolled around. I’m a little older than most involved in cultural arguments on the internet and I guess there’s not many can put themselves in a similar story in history as those who were jobless during the great depression in America but I can, and I drifted downwards into a life no one wants. Not unlike my friend.
My friend is actually the brother of a friend I had at the time who was getting out of juvenile detention. I’d never met him but he was my friend’s brother so I made sure there was some beers and a 20 deck waiting for his first night of freedom and we’ve pretty much never looked back. His story is similar here, in 2008 at the peak of the financial crisis and there’s no steady jobs.
I didn’t have a great relationship with my parents (similarity) so I spent a lot of time after 2008 as a homeless person (similarity,) I had odd-jobs here and there casually but, not my proudest moment, I went through a phase longer than I care to admit where I shoplifted to survive (similarity,) I visited foodbanks (similarity) just to eat a long time before comrade Corbyn started to demonise foodbanks like he does now, I’d taken a lot of drugs to ease the hard life (similarity) and I bought in to the Marxist rich vs poor (similarity) narrative of overthrowing the whole damned system.
All my life I’d always thought that government would come along and make things better.
I wish I could say I remember the day everything changed, but it wasn’t special or important, I couldn’t tell you what the weather was like that morning, what I had for breakfast or where I went or what I did, but one day I woke up and I realised that I had to make things better for myself, that the government was not the solution to my problems I wanted it to be and that while help was available, I should make an effort to meet the help halfway. In hindsight, it was the first time I thought like a conservative.
A few weeks later I had an interview and at the interview, I was asked if I was just there to show the dole I was making an effort. My reply kick started my first career. The person who interviewed me liked my attitude when I said yes and no, I’m tired of being dependant on handouts and I want to be dependent on myself and that if he gave me the opportunity I’d promise 2 things – I’d listen to what he tells me and I’d get my head down to work.
Normally he wouldn’t have hired someone without sales experience but my attitude got me in the door on minimum wage. Everyone around me was working for £14-17k plus commission but here was me busting a gut for ~£6 an hour (how do you like these apples, pay gap ideologues?) and I still don’t know I have learning difficulties so at this point, I’m still just the weird anti-social kid that can sell snow to an eskimo.
Unfortunately the company went bust but I’d found something I was (surprisingly) quite good at so I wasn’t out of work for long before I found another, better paying job. I stayed there for a little while and eventually I found an even better job for a FTSE100 company.
I started working at one of the biggest companies in the UK. Same guy who’d been homeless, taken a tonne of drugs, shoplifted to fund the lifestyle and habitually ate at foodbanks just by starting at the bottom of the rung and having the right attitude, to this day I still feel like my interview at this company went badly, but the thing I always come back to is that I was honest.
Without being greedy and deciding to look after number 1, I wouldn’t have turned my life around. I probably wouldn’t be sitting comfortably at 8am in a nice warm flat, having had breakfast writing my thoughts out before I start worrying about organising my university work. I’d be worrying about how I’m going to eat today, where I’m going to sleep tonight and I’d be blaming the world for all of my problems.
Unlike Mr Corbyn, I don’t have a vision of the anointed and I don’t think I can solve all problems for all people. My friend is on the right track now after I decided to be selfish and greedy and cut him out. This helped him to see the bigger picture, that he has to be a little bit greedy and look after himself.
The sycophantic everything-to-all-people socialist ideology is based on a false presumption that greed is only attributable to those with resources, when it’s intrinsic to the human experience. Like all human characteristics, the importance of understanding how to channel the greed is the important point because trying to eliminate greed is like trying to eliminate love.
Are we supposed to believe that if Mr Corbyn became prime minister, his greed would not lead him to send some back handers to big tech so his sycophantic cult can censor the expression of thoughts that undermine his ideology? I’m not fooled for a second.
Capitalism is important because it decentralises greed, and greed is neither good nor bad. It’s neutral. Like science, the key is how it’s used. The working class is well aware of this, and that’s why they’re jumping ship from the elitist neo-bourgeoisie Labour Party of privileged middle class university educated brats in favour of opportunity and liberty on the right.