"It may be considered as an honour to the animal faculties of man to obtain redress by courage and danger, but it is far greater honour to the rational faculties to accomplish the same object by reason, accommodation, and general consent."
- Thomas Paine, humanist of the first order, 1791
- Thomas Paine, humanist of the first order, 1791
Brief Remarks:
This is a very rough sketch of what will be a compressed history of tyranny in the twentieth century, which is meant to be part of an even greater project that I am working on. I will recount the story of tyranny inside modern totalitarian states, and hopefully have insights for the future course of humanity in this century, to instruct the governing of life, from the small to the smaller. I realize I am not up to this task, knowing how untrained I am in courses of logic and grammar, but there is time for that, and my work must stay ahead of my studies. My eye is in the middle of this chaotic storm, and so it must be devoted to its full development, and try to explain its occurrence in history. I will use the theories, findings, and judgments, of every writer, scientist, philosopher, and human being who has lived, to grow my knowledge and perception of things. I will not discriminate against alternative theories, or mystics, but I will be precise when I have to be. The story of the tyranny of Man is a story that must be told by as many of us as possible, however small our contribution is, and from every perspective imaginable, regardless if we are not credited with a Ph.D in whatever field that is on the University's skewered sheets. I don't view myself as a writer, and definitely not a blogger, but a scholarly boy with sincere thoughts about what it's like being alive in the first few years of this century. I intend to be more explicit about the crisis before us, and describe how we got here in a clearer way, but for now, view this as a small trailer from a very shaky recording inside a still tiny mind. Also, I don't write to be read, so forgive me if I don't make any sense. In fact, if you want my advice, stop here. Don't bother reading anymore of what I have to say, or what I rhyme. Because all of this chest-beating could end up being nothing great.
Introductory Notes (rugged but sharp):
These observations are all over the place because my mind has not yet emerged refined and ready to dissect the cruel beast that is still alive and kicking. Future titles in this series will include Age of the Assassinated, The Politics of Will, The Manchurian Revolutionary, The War on Man, The State as Cult, and more. These few comments will highlight the fact that there are cowards in power on both sides of the tower, on one side, war aggressors and liars for profit, and religious tyrants who view life through a black prism. The importance of state terror in bringing this 'War on Terror' about will be discussed in later chapters, but I don't want kid myself and you, the reader, by pretending that there aren't power hungry men in the Middle East, heavily influenced by a narrow view of Islam, and who aim to galvanize popular support against the occupiers and construct a religious order. An order which goes against the very idea of the Kingdom of God being in the individual, and individual alone. Of course, tracing the logic behind the 'War on Terror' is not an easy matter, there is a lot of ground to cover, and a great deal of myth to cut through, but I'll try.
The 'War on Terror' is a gateway, in which men of ill sight and a barbaric nature are able to access the public's attention, brief as it is, and thereby advance an anti-humanist order on the world. Through the use of terror and deception, the world's secret leaders are gaining a foothold in the emotions and thoughts of the slaves of mass society. The threat of Muslim monsters, and general outsiders who disagree with the leaders' worldview and order, is repeated again and again for the purposes of destabilizing critical analysis in the public, and instilling a fear that is even beyond the imagination of cult leaders. If you express disloyalty to this worldview you are exposing yourself for attack, and most passionately by the followers, not the leaders. The ability to question becomes paranoia. Voicing a second opinion is immediately depicted as a scandal. And this is done because if different accounts of reality are true, then a whole world breaks down. The results are unavoidably apocalyptic.
Meanwhile, defending your inherent and sovereign liberties makes you dangerous, even more so than the threat posed by exaggerated enemies. If you have the will to resist, you are put down by mocking stares, then by words, and if all that fails, by force. Any conception of the truth of things is dismissed, while propaganda sources turn the work of journalism into mythic storytelling, and their word is accepted as gospel on the hill. The modern world is indeed a nightmare, as Arthur Silber has pointed out year after year, and like any nightmare the real terror begins after you wake up. If you scream at the scene, , you're seen as disturbed and any contact with you is avoided. In this life, thoughtless minds don't read the cues of others, they are presented with cue cards, and Crazy or other demeaning labels are printed on them. It is a makeshift reality, and anything that doesn't appear first on a teleprompter isn't worth mentioning. The world is a crazy place, and there is nothing you can do about it. So just sit back, pour a glass of your choice of liquor, and enjoy the ride, as HST advised us to. Or, if you're like me, forget the first part and don't sit back. Who cares if the world is crazy? Be crazier. Up the ante. We will win this fight if we play by our rules and standards, which includes decency for others, but also the instincts of warriors, and the boldness of a Jesse James. So if you choose to protest, fuck requesting a permit. Did Bush ask for permission when he invaded Iraq? Did hyper Hank invite public debate when he robbed the treasury? Courtesy for tyrants and thieves, ladies and gentleman, is an insult to humanity. To be polite in the face of murderers and liars is to show a lack of respect for the truth's demands. The Sons of Liberty weren't picking a fight with the British despots, however, they understood that power respects guts. Forget asking for justice. Liberty needs to be stripped from the psychopaths' cold dead hands. And they will not give us an inch. I am not suggesting we have to win this fight by any means necessary. Our actions must be intrinsically non-violent. The examples of Ghandi and Martin Luther King Jr. in world history were not helpful for only a passing tyranny, but for all periods of tyranny, throughout all time. If we do not learn the ways of these courageous men then we will be committing a tragic error. I am certain that if Palestinians did not resort to arms in their fight against an evil occupation they would have defeated their enemy by now. And I am not a pacifist, but a realist. I understand that a violent resistance against a military occupation is unwinnable. This is not 1776. We are still guerrillas in the night, yes, but in a totally different, and non-violent sense. The prize in the fight for this century will be awarded to the side that is hostile to all types of violence. Besides, the light of liberty has better allies in twitter and cameras then in guns and bombs.
The First Rhyme Wave:
This much is true: police in riot gear violate the rights of their peers, incite violence, and inspire a dire fear. And all this is done with compliance; the servants of tyrants love to strike terror in the sight of silence. They put liberty's choir on trial from the fire's rear, while giving a liar's sneer to those who defile living in the empire's years. You're allowed to express a quiet cheer for freedom's tired ear, but if you do anymore, and you'll be targeted as enemies to the corps. Do you want to replace the one percent doctrine of the men who fight and the men who decide war, with a consensus that represents the majority and more? Tough luck. Check into the penny store, cause you're not getting the empire's change. Its many wars are more like a firing range for the guys hired and trained. Higher planes from a parked sky, where sparks fly, kill innocents below who lead unmarked lives. Cowardly pilots commit this easy pillage in what they called a 'freed' village. But all I see is the spillage of greed, instead of admiring deeds. All inquirers into the hypocrisy of the killing by a shilling bureaucracy are hindered by a conspiring ring of men who pretend they have acquired wings. There are no honest relations when the Empire's legion brings crosses to countries already mired in tyrants' strings. The truth is far from what democracy sings. Even though the song goes on it has lost a lot of its zing. But battle cries from satellites will probably ring once more to those in battered stripes to rejoin the occupations of exhausted nations, and vacant lands once ruled by czars and kings. What started in spring will end in winter, and this whole war will be remembered as a bad trip. That is, if we ever last it. Will the enemies of mankind gas the masses, attack them with vaccines and pass them through a glass of ashes? When more war flashes, and what's in store finally passes, who will die the fastest? If the final passage is blasted from the page, who will be the hero to amass the spinal's rage? Tell the average man, who is dazed and confused, about the State's flagrant abuses and he'll bash you as a fascist, so forget asking these asses for praise.
This is the unmasking of the last days, and the task ahead is raised above man's rays. Think you're awaken? That is blasphemous, you're still in the first act of this vast play, and there can be only so much enlightenment before you're cast away. And as for the Islamic track list of terror? Their black fist packs a punch, but spare them a cracked wrist, because their act is a front and smacks of error. The fact is: Muslim martyrs are target practice. And their sacrifice hardly matters, because their "Allah U Akbars" are followed by ungodly chatter. The party of God scatters from the battlefield of the spirit and hide behind their religious rattle and shield before the lone man who understands that to be healed you must wait for the hand that reveals, which does not move inside a grand seal but a planned wheel that goes round and round the lamb's heel. The scam's real. Every man born has gotten a sham deal. But all is not spam, though some folded, some have received the message, so as Uncle Sam steals, be hopeful of the few fishes who swam upstream, through the dam, with a golden zeal. If you can't spot them through the molded veil; they are the ones whose stomachs are holding steel.
Also at Alexandria.
