Behold—the system that has lifted the world out of poverty and brought about comforts once unimaginable! Just look around at this success! No—look down! Look at the rounded bellies of the masses! Behold their astonishment and glee—they can hardly stand, hardly walk, hardly breathe!

While socialism and communism left them starving, benevolent capitalists feed them—right up to the moment their hearts fail!

Such an unworthy and unadmirable system deserves, at the very least, an adversary sharp enough to cut the fat from its belly. And yet, what contender could possibly emerge from a system that breeds comfortable consumerism and quiet mediocrity?

Come—look, I’ll show you! Can you hear it—the envious and resentful cries of oppression? Drowning in an ocean of fat, they gasp and cry for more from the decadent system that feeds them poison. Their souls do not protest the rot of a decaying society; instead, they dip their drinking cups into the sewer and beg for a larger cup!

By demanding more, not less, they confess their affirmation of a system they claim to oppose. Truthfully, they do not oppose capitalism—only their place within it!

The reasoning behind their protests isn’t false, but something far worse—reflective of an unworthy and unadmirable character.

Beneath their cries for “justice,” beneath the surface affirmation of the marginal, the pitiful, the oppressed, lies their true gospel: the desired elevation of the last to the position of first, and the descent of the first to the position of last. This so-called gospel is not simply “good news” for the oppressed; it is a confession, a veiled desire for revenge against those whose equals they are not. They do not merely wish to bring the margins to the center—they long to drag the center to the margins.

Their affirmations amount to a philosophical Frankenstein—a scientific effort to resurrect a vengeful spirit long vanquished by rationalism and the Enlightenment—and what a vile creature they’ve conjured.

Their adolescent brains can conjure no darker complaints against capitalism than “exploitation and inequality”—forgivable characteristics compared to its greater sins!

Blinded by illusions of equality, the complainants fail to acknowledge the intrinsic differences that result in not only inequality and exploitation, but also inevitable socioeconomic immobility in our increasingly complex society.

Even this might be forgivable, were the bodies and souls of the masses grounded, at minimum, as the raw material for something sublime. However, through mutual complicity, the bodies and souls of the unwashed masses are ground between the cogs of capitalism to produce decadence.

Behold—capitalism’s greatest sin: that it elevates the will to comfortably survive above the will to transcend, that it manufactures souls so unrefined and gullible they trade diamonds and gold for bread and circuses.

It is a pseudo-meritocracy—a farce designed to create the illusion of progress toward a better society. It does not reward true merit, but rather the supply of whatever is most valued by the unwashed masses—and what values can one expect from cattle?

Detractors, know this: I am not angry with you—I am disappointed.

For though you possess an adversarial spirit, you blaspheme against it—not by reaching upward, but by descending into the profane—an unforgivable sin.

Ask yourself—then ask again, with all due seriousness—is there nothing in your life, no vision, no ideal, worth dying for? Do your eyes and heart not ache for a beauty so brilliant that one would destroy themselves only to touch it?

Understand that as long as my flames continue licking away all that is unworthy in you, my eyes perceive something beneath the chaff—something worthy of forging together for tomorrow.

However, for the average man—content and complicit in the continuation of our modern age—my flames do not desire a mere taste, but seek to devour all who are irredeemably unworthy of tomorrow.