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Leave The Banks Alone!

This is a Burke vs. Paine moment. The recent shattering of windows in the greedy Scottish banker's mansion may be momentarily thrilling - but as Burke observed, you don't rebuild a house by knocking it down. The plans afoot, to storm the City banks next week, timed to coincide with Obama's visit to London, are entirely misguided. One does not pelt a pilot with stale buns during a crash landing. The time to restructure the capitalist system is tomorrow. And slowly. Today we should be speaking and planning, together, how to locate a globally-sustaining ideology, or system, to allow for the world to continue managing the many forces straining against each other. Yes, we need to enter into a post-capitalist world. I am a post-capitalist. However, radicalism in the streets should not be simply a wasted resource. Best to conserve that radicalism for a revolution of minds. Put it in writing, not through someone's window pane.

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Frances Kruk said…
and who is this "world" that continues "managing" many forces?
Sheenagh Pugh said…
But the bankers are not analogous to the pilot crash-landing the plane. They are doing nothing to get us out of the fine mess they got us into, just collecting their pensions. And let's be honest, we all felt a momentary lift of the heart when we heard that smug sod's car had had its windows smashed, and isn't that worthwhile?

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