I haven’t been too active lately, but I thought I should post this as it definitely constitutes a “teachable moment.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a purer expression of the following passage from Capital:
In every stockjobbing swindle every one knows that some time or other the crash must come, but every one hopes that it may fall on the head of his neighbour, after he himself has caught the shower of gold and placed it in safety. Après moi le déluge! is the watchword of every capitalist and of every capitalist nation. Hence Capital is reckless of the health or length of life of the labourer, unless under compulsion from society.
It is as though the very voice of capital was embodied and put up in front of a video camera for the world to see. Very instructive.