The last few chapters really interesting like chapter 33, and then comparing it to today's time. Where a lot of things are done with banks or credit unions? One of the things this reminded me of is people who say money is dead or dying due to like things going digital? But I think Marx shows that won't ever be the case since there will be plenty of times money will always be needed, especially in times of in crises? At least in capitalist production and that there will always be a medium of sorts? I do kind of wonder how much digital stuff has affected the medium along with credit? Since it probably made things more easier and more efficient. Like referenced here with other stuff
According to the testimony of W. Newmarch before the Bank Committee 1857, No. 1741, other circumstances also contributed to economy in the circulating medium: penny postage, railways, telegraphy, in short, the improved means of communication; thus England can now carry on five to six times more business with about the same circulation of bank-notes.
Also it's really interesting that the last few chapters talked about crises more to.
Talk about centralisation! The credit system, which has its focus in the so-called national banks and the big money-lenders and usurers surrounding them, constitutes enormous centralisation, and gives to this class of parasites the fabulous power, not only to periodically despoil industrial capitalists, but also to interfere in actual production in a most dangerous manner — and this gang knows nothing about production and has nothing to do with it. The Acts of 1844 and 1845 are proof of the growing power of these bandits, who are augmented by financiers and stock-jobbers.
Isn't this what happen in 2008?
talking about my dad, and more heavy things like grief about my mom or my dog cw: alcoholism, death/grief
so yesterday I only slept like three hours, and that was coming off a day when I didn't sleep at all, just staying up an entire day. and then today I only slept four-five hours. like I just woke up not too long ago. anyways while doing that whole sleep deprivation stuff, yesterday. I think that was yesterday? anyways, I noticed my dad only slept like four hours. hardly sleeping like me. but like he woke up at 3am. and I guess he been up all day today. I dunno if he went to sleep during the time I was asleep for a few hours.but guess what! he been drinking since 3am of yesterday! and I know like, what a week or two ago? he did try to be sober. but he told me that he wanted to started to drinking and I told him that just even having one just gonna cause him to spiral. and here we are now. again. for like. I don't know how many times anymore.
I should be happy that he is still at least trying at times. Of course that only happen when I confronted him two years ago that resulted in him kicking me out for a week or two. That was fun. He still hasn't said sorry for that either, especially when it stemmed from an argument that he caused.
besides that to get into something else. I can't stop thinking again, about my dog that died last month. I legitimately can't stop thinking of having to wrap his body in a blanket and carry him. I can't stop thinking about his dead body. I can't stop of that day. and it makes me think of last year when my mom died when I saw her dead. and I can't get those moments out of my head.
and I don't know who to talk about this to anyone honestly. I don't want to bother my friends with this. Their dealing with their own issues and I am not going to burden them, especially after having a past friend suddenly cut off things with me and accuse me of dragging people down. That hurts and that still haunts me. And it makes it more harder than ever to just talk to people about things. Because then I start questioning "Wait, maybe I'm just being extremely negative and no one wants to hear this."
and I can't talk to my dad about this. Since he's drinking. And when he drinking a ton, there no support from him. If anything, it's the other way around where I need to support him. Get/make him food if he feels like eating, remind him to drink water, see if he's doing alright. Or hear his troubles about how he having trouble sleeping while I'm on three hours of sleep myself.
Just fuck, sometimes I wish I could get away from everything, but where is there to go?