If it is plain to see that evening news, “Jutarnji list” (Croatian daily, KT), CNN or some Hollywood franchise are all there to tune us in to a strictly identical trip, than it is plausible to conclude that all those conjurers of zeitgeist are dropping the same sort of acid, or munching the same sort of mushrooms, perhaps even picked from the same parcel. The real man, however, – and that’s the one who doesn’t know who he is, what he is, or where is he going – comes face to face with a brick wall. There’s writing on the wall, too. It says: “Who are you, what are you, and where are you being taken to?”
Zeitgeist Why is it that sometimes life seems to be crawling, jerking and pausing as if it were syntactically correctly written story, but deprived of any deeper motive to be told? Story therefore, not only being boring, but also unconvincing. Is it because everything we know of this world is merely a “narrative” – a more or less convincing fairy tale for adults – intended to make orientation easier and put the nothingness out of sight, while we hope that if only some ghost writer would mend it’s style, everything should return to normal? Perhaps the metaphysical copywriter decides to allow the world a pinch of substance again, so gods can roam it once again, angels can supervise the peoples, and fine beer can spring from mother earth’s bosom. Alternatives invoke optimism but, all things considered, it seems we are dealing with something at the same time less and more dramatic. Namely, rather it’s all due to a fact that people slowly discover that the story is not unsigned, as they were formerly being led to believe, and that visions of future are caused by definite type of hallucinogens. If it is plain to see that evening news, “Jutarnji list” (Croatian daily, KT), CNN or some Hollywood franchise are all there to tune us in to a strictly identical trip, than it is plausible to conclude that all those conjurers of zeitgeist are dropping the same sort of acid, or munching the same sort of mushrooms, perhaps even picked on the same parcel. The real man, however, – and that’s the one who doesn’t know who he is, what he is, or where is he going – comes face to face with a brick wall. There’s writing on the wall, too. It says: “Who are you, what are you, and where are you being taken to?”
In that sense, if the divide between those who are doing the living and those who are doing the explaining of it’s “hows” and “whys” is insurmountable, are we then thrown into the epistemic situation of blind leading the blind? No, we are not. Because there’s a method to the madness and some of us are beginning to glimpse it. To illustrate a proposition it is best to point out few every day examples, and there is indeed a sack full of those. So let’s grab a few.
Cynical pleasure When, for instance, presenter of well edited and directed political TV magazine, observant of all the rules of professionalism in pronunciation and dress-code, nay, equipped with “must have” designer spectacles, commences the diatribe on “epoch after the terrorist attacks of 9/11”, and the world molded by “that event”, the majority of viewers will affirm that we finally have TV shows according to world standards. And then a significant number among them will turn off the TV set. We are not in possession of exact statistics but one strongly believes that this number is rising exponentially. Why is that? Because in last fifteen years or so, media activity of selling the informational equivalent of snake oil had been conducted strictly with issuance of receipt, which in turn cannot be avoided if you want to realize the dream of all manipulators, i.e. to fool all the people for all times. Well, the bigger the business, the bigger the need for book keeping. No going around that. And books can be inspected.
So a number of viewers of our politically correct TV show is simply aware that last few years saw devastating attacks on official story of “9/11”, one could argue even of it’s final demolition, denouncing it as state-sponsored conspiracy theory. The fact that attackers themselves are dubbed “conspiracy theorists” has little bearing. Putting the facts aside for a moment, everybody with any common sense feel for evil can remember the thinly disguised smile of impatient triumphalism on the lips of then American President, his child-like eagerness to implement the coming “change”. Along those lines then, even if we are not so conspiracy theorists friendly, it becomes really difficult to digest the slogan of his successor. If we, God forbid, start investigating the definitions of this political concept, and what the “change management” means, especially when it morphs in “crisis management”, only to realize that it can mean “management of murderous rage”, leading in turn to rationalization of the insufferable, all the way down to UN nutrition strategies regarding promotion of insect based diet, we can be sure that politically correct cannibalism is not far, too. Bureaucratic euphemisms seem to provide cruelty with certain acquired taste. Perhaps it’s because their function is solely to hide the real meaning, but this author cannot shake off the feeling that it is rather an instance of indulging the exotic pleasures of cynicism. “Migrate to Win 8.1 and insect diet. Society, civilization and unborn children demand it from you!” Crazy? Let’s say: humorous in it’s own way.
Psalm Let’s put the examples aside for a while, and inspect the logic unifying them into narratives. However, we must point out in advance that there is no story devoid of inner contradiction. If it weren’t so, it would have no end, and critique, as well as possibility of different story, would be impossible. But narrative we are sold today and every other day is constructed on assumption of contradiction as it’s foundation, it’s form and lait motive, as well as a mean to sell the whole thing to the audience. With one hand you shove fistful of insects as new culinary hit for underclass, before you privatize water and food sources, and with other hand you pass around licenses for software giant’s OS; with one hand you shake the hornet’s nest of paranoia from dirty bombs and terrorist attacks, and with other you shut the mouths of paranoids screaming the question, why the death of thousands suits your purposes so fine; you scream the cry for equality on market, in bed and parliament, and then hiss the truth of centralization, pornography and representation of no one. We can continue in this fashion indefinitely, the logical structure remains the same – the message is built on explicitly contradictory statements. But why? No doubt, our posh political TV magazine could, in a few years time, talk about “tragic contradiction of contemporary society”, which led us “where we are now”. But there’s nothing tragic in this story for those who wrote it. To call them fools is also highly beside the point. Media commentators and opinion fakers reduce their critique to ridiculing the supposed stupidity of power mongers, which they of course see as the proof of their own intelligence. But their laughter is merely a theatrical trick, something akin to synchronized laughter in sit-coms. This author is afraid that it could soon – let’s say, a few years more soon – choke in their throats. For contradiction of centralized power producing multicultural fascism, gentle killing, gender-aware chauvinism, strategies of rational impoverishment, religious secularity and secular religiosity is not necessarily accidental, or the expression of stupidity or bewilderment. It can all too well be planned. World is run by criminals, not fools. And evil has a distinct, but often overlooked, feature: it is wanting in sense of humor, and rich in cynicism. Wouldn’t it be an epitome of cynicism if you throw thinly veiled truth of your intent in people’s faces? Namely, the truth that you want to kill them.
Let’s get back to examples. Two years ago Croatia saw an execution of referendum on inserting the definition of marriage as the union of man and woman into Constitution. Reasons were superficially obvious – to stop the legalization of homosexual marriages. The reaction was as expected: against the relative majority of “good Croats and Catholics” the dissenting voices of “enlightened” bellowed out the right of man to be a wife, and of a woman to be a husband. However, there’s no contradiction there, although the first group lost ere it did manage to push referendum decision to amend the Constitution. Gay marriages will serve to eradicate the family whether anybody likes it or not, because it is the political will of global elites, as well as their Croatian clerks. But what really astonishes is the fact that both pro and contra groups marketed their message on the same grounds. It is an unpronounced assumption that man can define who he is, what he is and where is he going with absolute and arbitrary freedom. While Church’s “young Turks”, whose only distinction is that they are accustomed to talking in aorist tense, claim that it’s them and only them who are in possession of moral right to defend the millennia old institution of marriage – which is indeed gravely threatened – and that act of their will is to be a consecrated confirmation of it’s definition, their opponents have no qualms about claiming the right of it’s re-definition, and note, in a embryo-fascist “either-or” tone, that “future belongs to them”. The problem, however, lies in the simple fact that both of them really cannot do what they proclaim. Value of love – and supposedly the whole fuss is about love – is displayed in it’s utter unpredictability, the fact, namely, that neither chosen, nor planned it defines the life path of individual, without him ever knowing why. Now, unpredictability is initial definition of freedom. The whole clap-trap about homosexual marriages is only a segment of global initiative to revoke the unpredictability by entangling everything in the system of abstract legislative which, while offering absolute freedom of self-determination, at the same time contradicts itself by factually depriving everybody of any kind of self-determination. While right hand of the law giver writes the law down, his left hand is simultaneously erasing every single line. “New man”, who is to be a fruit of this strange labors, enshrines in him/herself legal personality of nothing less than an angel, the being endowed with every imaginable right and all the power mother Earth can bear. He/She knows who and what She/He is and where It’s going; It is able to remold It’s own past, if It so wishes – see: removing politically incorrect passages from classics of literature – It’s “resolute condemnations” and “natural reservations” bear the strength of the voice of God. But at the same time this “He + She = It” is a pitiful non entity, going nowhere, deprived of It’s past – see: who reads old books anyway – and It’s condemnations and demands are heard by the system only when it suits the controllers. Whenever we hear the screaming of demands for absolute rights and freedoms rising to the skies, we can be all too sure that it is really the voice of the lords coming down to the ears of the slaves. And it commands them construction of stairwells for people with disabilities in the public buildings of their country, while at the same time reduces their economy to dust; it offers the dish of bugs and pulls out the words from their language like healthy teeth from the jaw.
Foul is Fair, Fair is Foul
There’s a psalm of Zeitgeist for you.
Enter Scorpion Popularity of so-called “conspiracy theories” among the populace is often ridiculed by media oracles. However, are some bizarre ideas, like Icke’s proposition that Earth is run by lizards, really so radical? Reality is more bizarre in itself. For instance, the continuity of pedophilia as cement of upper echelons of Western establishment indicates to even more sinister reality – observe the can of worms opened by death of Jimmy Saville. If we inspect meticulously documented cases like “Franklin Credit Union scandal” in USA, “Dotruox affair” in Belgium or “Haute de la Garenne” case, so condemning to British establishment, we can note the names of obviously networked individuals and institutions housed at the very tops of global governance in connection with acts of degradation and bestiality, making the mere pedophilia a benign euphemism. So who’s crazy here? Eccentric and undereducated David Icke who named the main procurer of children for British elite pedophiles in the late nineties of last century, or TV presenter with posh spectacles who at that time spoke only of Saville’s philanthropy? Is it crazier to accept the story of narrator who with one hand strokes your hair and with other slits your throat, merely because it is transmitted by posh TV presenter, or crazy Icke’s version? Are the lizards ruling the world too much? Why, they could just as well be scorpions masked as men. They are evidently prone to jerky crawling, they have appetite for insects – as we learn from UN pamphlet – they rarely come into the light and obviously like dark and damp places. Is it strange then, that man feels like a stranger because he plays a supporting role in a narrative written by the nest of scorpions? Over here, we had a war which to this day never really ended. But does anybody think that orderly West is really a safe haven? If yes, if somebody is prone to repeat the phrase about “civil societies”, phrase which is only projected image of the dream about one’s own society, let him spare a moment and give notice to, say, “Dotruox affair” and the way the justice had been mocked, broken and buried with the bones of children maimed and killed for entertainment of people who publicly “strongly condemn” and take “reservations”. Today we are all worked up over public money being used to finance some elected fucker’s villa. But what if public money would finance snuff films?
Of course it is. But way downwards is the only path for thought that broke the shackles of the double narrative.
There is no going around the truth that doublespeak of contemporary society can be understood for what it is only on condition that one rejects it. That, however, is not an easy feat because sanitation of language under the guise of it’s moral improving efficiently blunts the spearhead of critique. Moreover, it will soon lead to much worse things than lingering on the margins of socially acceptable. Soft power model is more and more insufficient, people are waking up. The cards are on the table. Only those who accept the lies do not perceive the violence. Man is offered an idea of importance, of opportunity to belong, through virtual movements for freedom of thought, speech, gender, etc. He will ultimately pay a certain fee, of course. For in system being constructed so that between binary contraries there can be nothing, one that integrates himself into it has no chance. But what does he really lose, in losing himself? Doubt, everyday struggle between ‘yes’ and ‘no’, remorse for what he said and what he failed to say, an exile into darkness. Yet a simple, naked will for truth can prevent one to exchange his night for someone else’s day. It is the primal disgust over the smell of lie, however sweetened it may be. The disgust over nervous boredom at the end of the day, when media laborers do all in their power to strain the nerves and burry the truth. Consciousness of one’s own finitude, humility towards that which once was and that which will come to pass, the humility of a sort the artificial man of absolute freedom cannot possess, because he has neither past nor future and his present is well out of his hands. The desire to do something over and in spite oneself. The renunciation of illusion of power and one’s own importance, illusion of assumption that progress with all it’s “condemnations” and “reservations” is anything more but cuckold’s egg of totalitarian system. A lizard system perhaps, as Icke would have it. But observing all that crawling, jerking and careful pausing, looks like the scorpions are finally coming out in the open.