Voltaire said, “To find out who rules over you, just ask who you are not allowed to criticize.” He might also have added that, to find out who is most likely telling you the truth, ask yourself: Who is it the system is constantly demonizing? Who is it the media derides? When you find the answer, you’ll know who you should probably be listening to.
We live in a world of modern Philistines. Nietzsche said that certain men (I won’t use his term that has become trite or loaded with comic significance) are marked out from Fate, set aside from the rest of the world and outside of its common values. Operating at a different level, they are exhorted not to judge their own actions by the petty dicta of an unthinking, unfeeling world. But their inner vision guides them to “Smash and destroy accepted ideals, to first be revolutionary.”
Every turn of the wheel, of course, is fraught with new troubles, dangers; cataclysms. The present milieu will not long survive, I can assure you. It’s already disintegrating, and no amount of political puffery or vanity, mawkish sentimentality about the idealized past, or arrogant, haughty pride at our “progressive” humanitarian ethics (all of it vain, hypocritical posturing) is going to save the ship so easily sinking beneath the brackish waters of cold, incessant TIME. But, Nietzsche also exhorted these men to “Walk on eggshells,” and it’s instructive: Moral panics, monstrous, breathtaking hypocrisy, and near cult-like mind control on the part of your fellow citizens is the order of the day.
Just you violate, in a really egregious manner, one of their sacred moral taboos, inculcated in them by the media, by academia, by the propaganda sheets or electronic hive mind that dictates “reality” as the Overlords wish us to perceive it, and you’ll find out why so many have been burned as heretics for so many long, insufferable ages.
A public Sinner must needs be flogged, particularly if he is a renegade from the cult of “celebrity.” The sickening, feigned moral piety will dribble from every flat-screen television, from the surgically-altered lips of so many coke-addled pundits; from politicians beating their sorry breasts, rending their garments like Caiaphas interrogating the Lamb of God.
Better just to keep your mouth shut, roll your eyes at the ceiling, twiddle your thumbs behind your back, and WAIT. Nothing unnatural will survive.
The Harelip was lying on his bunk, dozing in and out when I came into the room. The lights were off, with only the moon illuminating his physical ugliness from a shaft of light penetrating the grimy window. I was carrying my notebook. He suddenly leaned forward on his pillow as I pattered in. “California is weeping tonight,” he mumbled, incoherently, before the words were drowned out by additional snores. California is weeping tonight, I said to myself. CALIFORNIA…is weeping tonight. What, was there a wild fire? His hypnogogic babbling took on wide, eerie, cryptic significance. I sat down, and in the darkness I wrote: “California is weeping tonight,” in my notebook. And then I wrote: “AND SO AM I.”
One fine day it occurred to the Members of the Body that they were doing all the work and the Belly was having all the food. So they held a meeting, and after a long discussion, decided to strike work till the Belly consented to take its proper share of the work. So for a day or two, the Hands refused to take the food, the Mouth refused to receive it, and the Teeth had no work to do. But after a day or two the Members began to find that they themselves were not in a very active condition: the Hands could hardly move, and the Mouth was all parched and dry, while the Legs were unable to support the rest. So thus they found that even the Belly in its dull quiet way was doing necessary work for the Body, and that all must work together or the Body will go to pieces.
Profiles in the most vile, wretched, and murderous individuals you will ever meet! Gripping and grim!
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Arjuna: “Govinda, I will not fight.”
Krishna: “Do thou fight for the sake of fighting, without considering happiness or unhappiness, loss or gain, victory or defeat, and by so doing, you shall never incur sin.” – Bhagavad Gita,
Satan? Posh! Men don’t need a Devil to indulge in their predilection for destruction. They can manage just fine with an angel on each shoulder, gripping a Holy Bible in each palm, standing on the Soapbox of Sanctimony for all their neighbors and kin to see.