How a nice northern country was plopped out the bowels of Capitalism–in other words, how Iceland ended up in the toilet.
“Along a narrow strip between downtown Reykjavik and the northern coastline lies a jumble of half-built high-rise buildings that was to be the new Manhattan of the north. By Spring this year, the place had become an urban graveyard. Someone has scrawled “CAPITALISM R.I.P.” on the side of one of the buildings. Squatters have moved in, converting an abandoned house into a cosy café. The Reykjavikers cheerfully welcomed the presence of some kind of life to this ghost town. The developers, however, did not approve. So, just after Easter, the riot police were sent in with a chainsaw to hack through barricaded doors and pepper spray to disable the young squatters. The clean-up was nasty, brutal and short: it was the official end of Niceland…” Here.
Compared to Capitalism even Feudalism smells like sexy perfume.