dolla (doesnât) make ya (commie) holla * Â flint + sky
schuylermckenna:
This is what Sky hated the most. As soon as he shed the titles and the privilege of the wealth he grew up with, most interactions he had were tinged with pity, or disgust, or patronization. He hadnât lost the (incomplete) pedigree education he received, or his aggravatingly bougie speech patterns â he just lost the sheen of wealth. There was an inherent beauty in people who had never truly laboured, who were born into a life of luxury. Sky used to have that, but he lost it after he left home. Lines carved themself into his face; a hardness made its home in the ridge of his brow, the curve of his jaw, and for less of a cynic, it would be shocking, how much that changed the worldâs view of him.
âWeâve been communalist creatures far longer than weâve been capitalists, man. Ever heard of primitive communism? No system of barter at all, for thousands of years. The idea that capitalism and greed is an inherent vice is historically ignorant and eurocentric.â Even with the frustration setting his jaw, he felt a sinister grin grow â there was something undeniably exhilarating about a debate, even if it was way too fucking early and even if he had a pounding hangover. Nothing to wake him up like misinformation and straw men. âIâm not sure what regime your grandmotherâs from, but I do know that most of the failures of modern communism either stem from the misidentification of state capitalism with communism, or the isolationism that comes with suffering under America the Superpowerâs imperialistic habits. But yeah, keep on staring at me over those $300 sunglasses. You really have the high ground here.â
Heâs been beaten.
The realization is chilling as it is new---Flintâs beaten by the communist hobo because heâs at a logical checkmate right here with him, which has Flint in a sort of headlock and yet his face still looked as calm as ever. ( One of his better talents, he would say. ) Responding now was a mistake, since heâs already played the checkmate, and walking away in an angry huff, however satisfying would be probably too petty of him to do. Public appearances really did matter after all, and what investor wanted someone who was going around picking fights with hobos who rubbed him the wrong way?
Pursing his lips, Flint lowered his shaded to look at the hobo in the correct light, Starbucks coffee still in hand and gave him a small smile. Heâd concede gracefully to the communist hobo---after all, he never did tire of intelligent conversation, even if it was from a radical that was hellbent on probably collectivization of all assets that werenât nailed down. Probably. To be honest, heâd possibly collectivize the nails too. âYou make good points, and none of them without their merit,â he shot back, a pleasant smile across his face, with only the clenching of his jaw to signify how irritable and tense he was. âThe concept of communism is hard to grasp within a capitalistic society, and while the kumbaya attitude could earn you good points. It still doesnât take into account the fact that any forced redistribution of property is still a violation of a basic rights or why an anarchistic revolution, in Marxâs outdated terms, is necessary.â He took a sip of his now cold coffee---disgusting, and sighed. âDonât assume youâre taking the moral high ground here; neither of us are.â
