Ziggurat: The Age of Total Dominion

By Bob Mazzei and Jeff Lowe

Individuals are tools of production and consumption, relentlessly looking for pleasure that never comes. Their same "self" vanishes while attempting to fill up the emptiness of their existences completely dehumanized and possessed by the totalitarian law of profit. Neither old nor new values will never appease their plight while the social regime remains unaltered. Until the social room we all occupy is humanized, there is no chance for Man to finally be born, we'll keep being oppressed by the ruthless Leviathan, no matter if it disguises itself with the reassuring forms of civil rights and democracy. Democracy is not an alternative to totalitarianism, it is just one of the faces of dominion. It is nothing more than a good system to produce goods and accumulate money under peculiar circumstances. There's nothing left out of the iron grasp by Capital, its domination spreads from end to end across our entire world and place in the universe. The law of profit allows no option, it's despotic, and it appropriates of everybody and everything, and moves the individuals according to the invisible, yet overbearing and unstoppable, hand of necessity. As a consequence, the search for humanization and liberation of all Mankind goes necessarily through overcoming the actual social regime, for a world without social classes, money, trade, politics and power. The entire novel plays and rocks between reality and dream, and yet hallucination and actuality melt and confuse one another. One thing is Chimera, another is Utopia, but most of all, it's all happening now right now in front of each and every one of us while we're wide awake...

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBookIt.com
• Release date: Apr 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781456622473

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About the authors

Jeff Lowe, aka Jeff the Terrible

Jeff is 590 years old (yes, 590!!) and lives on the ground floor of the United States. He realized a very long time ago that capitalism was a short-term practice. Jeff is an opponent of the Neostance and of all that put greed before life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Bob Mazzei, aka Dangerous Bob

Bob Mazzei is a lively youth of 50 and lives in Europe. Although he doesn’t see himself at ease in a capitalist society, he hasn’t managed to find another livable planet in the vicinity so far. Thus, he is forced to put all he has studied into engineering, philosophy and economics to make his ends meet, which, like it or not, goes to serve its Majesty the Capital as well.

Neostance

Neostance is a word we use to spell out those muddle of theories and ideas expressed by the lovers of sovereignty, fans of laissez-faire, state devotees, neo-con partisans, anti-consumerism disciples, ultra-conservative enthusiasts, progressive supporters, shopping spree aficionados, morals priests, and all those who from different viewpoints and opposite positions, want to maintain the status quo. They, indeed, from the puddle of their emotional visions, struggle to save the capitalist production system and the inhuman society it generates. Whether from the left or right, from high or low, this attitude perpetuates dominion as civilization again and again, preventing individuals from reaching for their own liberation.

A Quick Glance.

Capitalism reigns the world over, no place is safe from its authority, whether democratic or tyrannical each regime serves its Majesty the Capital. That peculiar relationship of dominion made by dominants and dominated is meant to create all the wealth that then goes up the ladder to feed the ruling classes and the Monster that sustains the entire construction. To reduce everything to the economic aspect, apart from being very naïve and showing a certain incapacity of reading the social dynamics, keeps us from seeing and acknowledging the status of slavery Mankind is driven to. It is not about greed, it is not about egotism, it is not about morality, it is not about ethics, it is not about legality, it is not about honesty. Money is due to become Capital, and when it does so, it introduces its control, making human beings like monsters, dividing them into hangmen and victims. We are everything but humans, cast into an inhuman system whose primary law is profit. We have no option, and we have no freedom, and we won’t have any while our societies are divided in classes, there is market, there is property to defend, there is money to accumulate, there is wealth to be produced as a result of dominance. Capitalism is a fiend thirsty for profit, it doesn’t allow any other law than profit, and it is untamable. Don’t blame people, because they are forced into making even the most brutal and heinous crimes in the name of Capital, try instead to find a way for liberation looking at the prospects among the close meshes of power.

Special recommendations.

Beware, whether you are convinced supporters of ethics and moralization in the vein of Common Good Lovers, Anti-consumerists, Progressives, Fair Trade enthusiasts, Religious enthusiasts, State control devotees, Indignados, and the like, or else tough guys who have strong beliefs like Patriots, Libertarians, Liberalists, Conservatives, and so forth, we strongly recommend not to read this book. Although you think to be of very different views, you are unhappily joined by the same Chimera: this system can be improved, and it can be done without ever changing the actual social relationships. Which makes you all be fervent aficionados of the status quo.

Acknowledgments.

We are very pleased to express our gratitude to the many people who saw us through this book; to all those who provided support, talked things over, read, assisted in the editing and proofreading, offered comments. They are so many, and we want to thank them all! Yet, among them we remember, Helena Ravera, Paul Winkler, Dave Matheson, Jenny Lanctot, Ileana Cortez, Luca Mazzei, Lupe Morales, Lila Capdevila, Andy Richards, Howard McGraw, Nancy Harrison, Peter Best, Miriam Beaufort, Brian Neville.

At the same time, no story springs up out of nothing, so we beg forgiveness of all those who have been with us over the course of the years and whose names we have failed to mention.

Above all we want to thank our families, who supported and encouraged us in spite of all the time it took us away from them.

Dedications.

This book is dedicated to all those who, in the name of wellbeing, common good, and progress, are savagely exploited and abused, and burnt at the altar of pretentious and magniloquent principles. As well as to all those whose needs cannot pay and so are dumped into the social drain of our ruthless societies. And again to all those who believe in the Free Human Community as the only possibility we have to make the Human, hidden in the inhuman being we are, come to light at last.

Bob’s special dedications

In loving memory of my Father

Jeff’s special dedications

For my daughters, Jennifer Marie & Alina Ruth

Chapter 0

Only Humans face the Truth

Porcutio and Carentio are somewhere in a place that is all places, trying for the road that leads to… where? To the not-yet place? Or maybe hell? Nobody can tell if they are near or afar, whether they walk close or separated. It is not nighttime it is not daytime.

Porcutio: Capitalism cannot sustain itself in the long course of time. Capitalism never fosters cooperation, only competition.

A woman listens to Porcutio, then she intervenes: Yes, he’s right! Capitalism is unable to create wealth for everybody, because it is based on absorbing wealth from the majority.

At that moment, a girl abruptly steps out of the crowd and says: Women, men, children, old people, who are we really? Worn-out dresses that can be pumped up or dumped. And still someone wants to sustain that this system can keep us in harmony? Do they know that there is no way to make it suck less?

Porcutio: Capitalism’s only comparison is fire; both will grow into a rage and take on a life of their own. Capitalism’s only master is Capitalism itself. Capitalism is A-Morel...

An old woman is dragging herself along when she halts, she points her stick to the crowd and says: We are born, and we have found the society as is, with all its quips and jibes and traps.

Carentio: A Morel, I must have heard! It’s always on top, indeed!! Ooh, I’ve seen it taking over all the Earth, and bend our Mother to its will.

Porcutio: Democracy is Morel, but only Morel when used as the means to regulate capitalism. When democracy becomes corrupted, restraints are loosened and capitalism starts to grow into an unyielding monster. Nothing is as radical as capitalism, it can create and recreate reality as it likes, and as it sees fit...

A man at a window holds a cup of wine, he lifts the cup as if to toast, and then he exclaims: Let’s abolish salaried labor; it is the ignominy that disgraces this epoch of ours.

Again the woman who spoke first: All labor, all labor my friends, dehumanizes and makes us all slaves. Jobs, as such, have been made unworthy!

Carentio: Will the sea rise one day? Who will hold it back?

Porcutio: There are many stories based on true events and history. But what about a story which is an uncompromising vision of today?

The man with the cup of wine: Salaried labor is the cesspit of society. It is enemy of Man as such!

Carentio: The Earl has fallen from the cliff; the killer has been kicked, spurned as a dog from the doorstep… Why is it that I’m still seeing wrecks?

Porcutio: It is said that one person can make a difference, however, that knife cuts both ways. Capitalism, through Democratic regulation had been held in check for 70 years, it wasn’t perfect but did give the most level playing field society ever had.

Carentio: I asked my friend, Why when events disprove common beliefs, showing that all is war, many justify the facts appealing to the narrow intelligence of the politicians? He mumbled, and then offered, Do you indulge?

Porcutio: In the time before the new era, one man decided to make a difference. He was a high-ranking politician motivated only by greed and cronyism. A bill was being voted on and this high-ranking politician knew it would pass. In the last moments before the bill was voted on, this one man dropped an amendment into it without anyone noticing. The bill passed and it and its contents would go into effect as of January 1st of the coming year. The amendment released all restraints and regulations ever imposed on Capitalism. That next January 1st this one man who made this difference effectively threw 300 plus million of his own people to the proverbial curb. Capitalism was now unchained and wanted only one thing, to be fed.

In the vicinity of the seashore an old boat bangs against a wooden wharf. An ageless man is moving as one toiled with travail. He addresses a group of guys dressed in white: Yeah, yeah, we could be free one day, or we might be slaves forever. You have lived thinking your idea of freedom was Liberty itself; it was just love for predominance, and your justice mere reactionary vengeance.

Carentio: Huh… What about nostalgia? There’s a lot of whining about great men we’ve had, as against the bummers of today. Don’t you think they have lost their sense of duty? Ah, ah… their sense of duty. Are they aware that their peace was conquered by bombs and guns? I must’ve missed that frame of reference.

Porcutio: The Neo groups [the Neostance] knew about this before it happened having orchestrated from afar the amendment being dropped into the bill. The utter ignorance and stupidity of that single act by the high-ranking politician was not knowing of the Neo groups involvement and never giving thought or consideration to the ramifications on his own society or the global community and economy. It was done out of sheer greed, and greed is not good.

Carentio: Huh, the Victors… The butcher slaughters on time…

Porcutio: The Neo groups have never conspired; they are only connected by similar beliefs. Throughout history and events, what has been called the Lumina-tee and Masons has always been the Neostance. Unlike the term Lumina-tee the Neo groups are never in the light, they are however, always in the shadows. The Neo groups had long been in control of the world’s economy through shipping, banking, communications, transportation…

A young woman dressed in gaudy colors with a violin moves forward: Now and then the device of power gets jammed. The pick of experts rushes over there to restore the roles, who orders and who must say yes. Contradiction is overcome; human dignity is rebuffed back to the sewer.

Carentio: Action, reaction, attraction, consolation, desolation, alienation, degradation, magnification, faction, transaction… Gotta make me a… a… a sensation…

Porcutio: Almost immediately after the amendment took effect the Neostance started to direct their minions. The Neostance had decided that now with capitalism effectively unbridled on one continent that it would filter to all the other continents in a relative short time super charged along by greed. Now was their time to further their quest of total domination by using the very economy itself as a weapon against the entire global society. The Neostance were very clever to say the least, using a ziggurat as their model, they drove every market around the world up and up to the highest levels they had ever been. Market growth took off at an unprecedented rate. The minions of the Neostance were hard at work buying homes in affluent areas everywhere as well as opening businesses and financial offices. They then hired men and women, young and old, to pose as well to do families to move into and live in these homes and areas. The faux families instructions were simple, get to know everyone possible in their area, and convince everyone that greed and spending were good and the markets were only going higher and would never end. That same method was applied to their business fronts and financial offices complete with market advisors.

A retired worker interferes: Turn humans into human capital turn them into consumers. Hey, do they know that everything answers to the strict law of profit? Who will they blame when they fail?

Carentio: Minions, minions, minions and followers. Lots of minions, down on their knees in the media orgy of Ethics… Kiss it, kiss it, and kiss it again and again…

Porcutio: The cleverness of the Neostance worked all too well; after 3 years they had indeed created the perception that the markets would never end. Another perception was made that not everything was in constant supply; if one wanted that home or that car then they should buy one before it was unavailable due to such high demand. The perception was so strong that everyone was totally convinced that no matter what they paid, there would be someone wanting to pay him or her a higher price in two to three years for what they were convinced would be in short supply or unavailable all together. Consumerism and spending kept increasing, up and up and up. People who never thought they could ever own that house or that car were qualifying for loans, all the while being told by the banks not to worry about the exoticness of it. With capitalism unbridled the system was now filled with corruption, but everyone was too blinded by their own selfish greed to see it.

A weirdo young guy goes all the time back and forth along the street. He inveighs and titters, and speaks emphatically: Good will, bad will? Ethics, greed? What the hell!! Don’t they know who decides? Huh, you ah majesty, ah, you powerful transformer, they don’t know you!!

Carentio [ransacking a jute bag, exclaims]: I must have seen Greed somewhere. Hell, things are there when you don’t need them! Gee, the great lecher must’ve been joking!!

Porcutio: Buyers were in endless lines letting sellers spoon-feed them more and more about the never-ending markets. The Neostance, having started the myth of trickle-down economics decades before were also the masters of trickle down communications and propaganda. They had, all too effectively created the illusion of such worldwide market strength that entire governments were involved actually thinking they had something to do with it. The majority of people were living at two times their income and yet marveling at their own economic prowess. Life was good, and most believed they had a good life. This would last for 6 more years. At first, it was news of the building market having reached its peak, then came the news of a possible slow-down, but no one was listening still blinded by their own selfish greed. Then, one fateful day, everyone fell from the ziggurat as it came crashing down. Every market came to a standstill. Banks lost a third of their worth in the course of a single morning. The housing market, once at the very center of the economy and never ending markets was now totally flat lined. Financial institutes failed, businesses were closing right and left. Then before anyone knew it, a recession was being called. The global elite had orchestrated their greatest symphony beyond anything ever thought possible.

Carentio: I want to know about the hawk, did he understand he could go hunting and get away with it?

A guy with a guitar and unset glasses: We must ask for more, and more and more and more. Once we make the relationship of power from which all the prosperity is created impossible, we can break the system, and go beyond.

Porcutio: People across the globe were in total disbelieve, how could this have happened? They all asked. All the people in the middle who worked and supported the majority of the economy around the world now found that what they had and what they purchased and signed for during those endless market years, was now at best, worth only half as