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The Seer

The Seer My mother was a utopian communist or rather a Marxist, she had only contempt for the Soviet Union which she called state capitalism gone mad. She believed only communism could bring about democracy where the people controlled the means of production. She predicted the globalization would bring wars, workers against workers, on slave wages. A world where the rich got more affluent, and material success meant everything. A world where workers believe in their own failure and deserve to be poor. And she was right. We are ruled by corporations and our freedom have been curtailed, we are consumers in a world where even art is commerce valued for its sales potential and not for its beauty.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 11/16/2013 8:12:00 AM
She was a great seer, your mum. I was going to say, "dirty dish water everywhere." But there are no dishes in many places.
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 11/16/2013 12:41:00 PM
indeed...by the way my mother was hopeless in the house, spent her spare time reading I think that was the reason -I became a catering officer

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