Wednesday, February 24, 2010

The Church of The Holy Capital

To worship in The Church of the One True Capitalism and recieve the blessings of the All Powerful God of Capital one must follow the correct procedures laid out by the Holy Clergy of Divine Banksters.

There is a divine order to the rituals of Capitalism and it is a hiearchical structure that recognizes power and greed as its foremost tenents of worship. If one is willing and able to make every sacrifice of the weaknesses of all that is equal and noble in the world for the sake of power and greed, and if one finds grace bestowed by the hand of a church benefactor, then one has a chance to step into the sacred order of the holy church. Learning mantras of subtler and more cunning greed, and secret rituals and deals of manipulation of the chalice of capital one has been graced with, one can then learn to become a church elder, holding aloft his own sacred coffer of the one great capital and weilding its power over the masses of commoners now standing pitifully beneath him as they grovel, pine and beg for the opportunity to be graced with a loan, or maybe three, by which they can taste of the bittersweet fruits that bleed from the vine of The One Great Capital....and with interest abound!!!

This interest aforementioned is the sweet juice that is bled from the masses with which ranks of the elders of the church pass upword to the great and powerful High Priests that they may feed their God of Greed by way their own act of consumption, for their devouring mouths are His mouth, their enormous bellies are His belly, their consumption of the offerings, tithes and righteous usurpings from the sea of consuming masses is His great and mighty pleasure.

And out of their compassion and stewardship over the sea of starving consumers, the High Priests trickle down sacred trinkets to feed to them, things molded from the very Earth that are created with the sole purpose of sustaining and judiciously feeding the addictions of the wayward senses that the masses of consumers have come to love more than life itself.

And the masses sing forth the hymn of their writhing praise to the Great God of Capital "Me more stuff, and stuff me more", and they follow the roaring river of the consumption of Earth, and even the very consumption of their own lives, that they may become wraiths, holding on to the stuff of their trinkets in the eternal dream of the plastic, fast food heaven that their Great and Greedy God Capital has provided for them.

Oh glory be to the highest destroyer of beauty, kindness and equality. We shall all be your mouths and bellies of rapacious consumption to the bitter end of this holy dance of annihilation.

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