When capitalism falls, we must fell it to a soft floor of grass and moss and shrubs and flowers.
Capitalism must fall not from a bullet to the head, but from entangling vines.
To be cushioned by the vines.
To be buried by the vines.
(Uh, this is kinda subtooting @cocoron 's last post. But. like. in a "yes and" jumping-off way, not in a "you're wrong" way.)
(Just so as to not have unexplicit subtoots, and all.)
@gaditb your toots are blessing me today!