Labor Day and the Moms of Production

I've been reading about the Beat Poets and their rebel cause - a rejection of the American materialism that was being built around them - the fascist state of Leave it to Beaver. Most of them were leftists and a good deal were homosexuals, the derogatory term "commie pinko fag" being well earned.

But now, gays are welcomed into the black iron prison along with all the rest - equal opportunity slavery. Hell, we even have a black man as leader of the empire now, and we like to pretend that means the empire is getting sweeter, but really, who are we kidding?

The Means of Production

It's the famous Labor Day Weekend, the last chance for worker drones to enjoy summer before "I owe, I owe, it's off to work we go". Thoughts naturally turn to a socialist tilt about now, and I was musing how my marxist friends are always going on about "the control of the means of production". That's key. "They" control it, "we" work in the factory. "We" should control it, then everything would be cool.

The Memes of Production

The first thing anyone who has any designs on changing the world order goes after is the media. The means of production first begin as the memes of production - ideas. Ideas are controlled through the media, and once those are controlled, the wheels of industry can begin to turn in your direction. That's why media managers at Black Iron Prison Inc. are so well compensated - they run the Memes of Production.

The Moms of Production

If you look at garment factory pics, it's women who do most of the work, and making the world is indeed "women's work". She is the divine subconscious, the creator or weaver of our reality. She gets told what to do, and in minutes, the sewing machines of the 3D reality engine begin churning, and out comes the Simplicity Pattern of your life.

And that's why it's really important to control the Moms of Production, if you want any customization in the pattern that is being fit. It's one size fits all in the mass media meme machine, choose your pattern - soldier, sailor, tinker, spy, but it's all off the rack, you know?

Seize the means of production - the factories and factory towns, and the memes of production - the media and all their outlets, but you will still be left empty handed, robbed of your work, unless you gain control of the Moms of Production - your very own subconscious.

Of course, the divine paradox is that you cannot tame the shrew until you submit to her. I'm trying to listen to my inner subconscious worker, maybe let her run the factory for a while. Who knows what kind of garment she might sew, and to what she might give birth.

Happy Labor Day, everyone. May we not labor in vain.