Before its ineluctable drive, the sadistic spite at its victims for their ‘weakness’ can be disavowed.
Still, the jouissance sadism taps can become autotelic, can shock consciences far wider than the hard Left.
Nothing so gauche as an explicit defence of the Grandma Millie fantasy; only an encomium to the profits and practices of which it was exuberant expression.
to deny that some excesses may be, indeed, accursed shares, potentially troublesome, embarrassments and autotelic reveries, would be left functionalism, granting capitalism a homeostatic hermetic smoothness it doesn’t warrant
Is there no surplus beyond this surplus? A level of repression, including sadism, excessive even for the exigencies of the class rule which has thrown it up?
