The triumph of greed is not simply a matter of moral collapse but the sad, sick flowers of history, a dark blossoming in which the most heinous acts of selfish, self-determining political and corporate identity serve as an optimal transmission medium for forces and flows that precede us, exceed us, and remain beyond our ken or control, so that what appears as choice is instead the recursive flowering of an unchosen logic—one that reveals how history’s most destructive impulses are also the conduits through which its hidden architectures sustain themselves.
Greed, selfishness, arrogance, fear, and hatred present themselves as primary causes, but they are in fact consequences—surface eruptions of deeper, unchosen currents. What we mistake for originating impulses are only the symptomatic blossoms of systemic logics that use human vice as their preferred medium of transmission. The bastards are fools.