The evolutionary paradigm means that the weak lose and the strong win. Obviously strength comes in many forms. In the ancient world, a caveman allied with flame seemed godlike to struggling stragglers that remained baffled by the mysterious force. Later on, this torch bearer's heirs would go on to develop metallurgy, which gave them a dominant position within primitive society.
This long drawn out dialectical process of history transmutes baser elements of nature into the golden Light of force majeure. It is our goal to harness this Light and thereby ensure our Apotheosis: Self-directed evolution; first by appropriating the mechanisms of the universe, then through the creation of new ones.
Now we are nearing the squaring of the circle. Presently we stand atop a secure foundation which illuminated both microsphere and macrosphere, conquered the atom, and decoded the human genome. Ours is a world bound together with technology, international relations, and commerce. It is plain that we are on the verge of Singularity. We have found the key to the true Sacred Stone and Elixir, and must merely develop the conception to completion while allowing the clear path before us to serve as our guide.
Nanotechnology and all the other scientific arts comprise our flame. We shall wield it with the cold calculated ruthlessness of pure reason, and in a measure commensurate with what the baser elements deserve, crave and need.
As we approach Singularity and the possibilities thereof, it is no longer blue sky thinking to ponder means of winning the future. For example, what if we could disperse a nanotechnological C4ISTAR grid over the surface of the globe? This ubiquitous web would dispense with the unwanted portion and augment the rest to suit our purposes. That which we programmed to remain would be changed in such ways as would aid the Great Work by being transmogrified into whatever our program dictated. Through this method the useless lumps of biomass would be made to serve as cibation, and automated enforcement would be inescapable. Developing such technology, as far fetched as it may sound to the uninitiated, is plainly worthwhile, and indeed absolutely vital to full spectrum dominance. Smart dust and ubiquitous cloud computing are but a first step towards deploying such a fully transformative nanoweb.
Our golden dawn approaches. The parasites are doomed. None can withstand the seething energies at our command.
“The individual may think that the most important reality is his own existence, but this is only his personal point of view. This lacks historical perspective. Man does not have the right to develop his own mind. This kind of liberal orientation has great appeal. We must electrically control the brain. Some day armies and generals will be controlled by electric stimulation of the brain." - Dr. Jose Delgado
Congressional Record, No. 262E, Vol. 118, 1974
29 January, 2011
Why it is Better to Merge with Old Man River than to Let the Hoary Bastard Drag You Under
Or, why I became an Enlightened Absolutist
We on the astral plane of real politics realize the inferior relationship the heaps of losers stumbling about in Never Never Land have with us. We see in the dark, weave victory from its substance, and they cannot possibly fathom any of it.
History is a process, the stream of time. You can either recognize the limitations of your own puny existence and buck against the flow, or combine your forces with those of the mighty stream. I assure you, subsuming is far superior to drowning and can only lead to a greater emergence.
Winners design their own destinies, whereas losers conspire to create their own failures.
For what good are peasants without Leaders, Blood without purpose, Life without meaning? Merge with the Hegelian tempest of time. It is both bane and salvation, boon and doom. The game of life is a double-edged sword, and we must grasp the cold hilt with molten surety and comfort, for such is the left hand path of the Warrior on the Block.
The Beauty of Politics
Politics are necessarily nothing more than a perpetual series of artificial emergencies, and the best politician is the one that can direct them with the least amount of interference from outsiders. The Maestro must direct his (or her) own storm. Scruples must on no account enter into this process - real weakness doesn't work, although there is certainly room in the game for a feigned version. Force, prudence, and cunning keep the State strong and whole. Politics are at once both weapon and reward, enticement and discouragement. Properly conceived and wielded, Politics serve as an effective mechanism of control. Poorly utilized, Politics become an enemy of the State.
The menial beasts out there in outer darkness must be baffled by the whirlwind. Their uncertainties and trepidation must be enflamed; they must at least occasionally bathe in raw fear. Above all else, hoi polloi must be imbued with abject and reflexive submission. One must hold the law of diminishing returns in high esteem when contemplating the element of fear. It peaked with the big event nine years ago and has since plummeted. I trust our specialists will eventually have cause to correct this defect with another dose. In any case, the soft little grunt worms out there sucking down Coors in front of hi def TVs are certainly distractedly baffled, and presently this is enough.
Perhaps it was stated most succinctly by one of the greatest movies of all time: "Finance is a gun, politics is knowing when to pull the trigger." It should go without saying that finance and politics are cut from the same cloth, so depending on circumstance, the formula may be reversed. The ultimate point is that psychological and physical force majeur are the lifeblood of Power, and constitute the realm of the State.
The menial beasts out there in outer darkness must be baffled by the whirlwind. Their uncertainties and trepidation must be enflamed; they must at least occasionally bathe in raw fear. Above all else, hoi polloi must be imbued with abject and reflexive submission. One must hold the law of diminishing returns in high esteem when contemplating the element of fear. It peaked with the big event nine years ago and has since plummeted. I trust our specialists will eventually have cause to correct this defect with another dose. In any case, the soft little grunt worms out there sucking down Coors in front of hi def TVs are certainly distractedly baffled, and presently this is enough.
Perhaps it was stated most succinctly by one of the greatest movies of all time: "Finance is a gun, politics is knowing when to pull the trigger." It should go without saying that finance and politics are cut from the same cloth, so depending on circumstance, the formula may be reversed. The ultimate point is that psychological and physical force majeur are the lifeblood of Power, and constitute the realm of the State.
28 January, 2011
The Outrageously Insensitive Ron Paul
In a recent tirade before the House of Representatives, Congressman Ron Paul (R-Texas) disgraced and embarassed the entire nation:
"How did the twenty year war get started?" Yes, you read and heard that right.
To refresh your memory a bit on this subject, I present the following testimony as palpable evidence (not for the faint-hearted):
THAT is what lead to so much death and destruction, Ronnie.
In conclusion, isn't it really about time for certain feeble minded malcontents to keep their extremist mouths shut?
Note: critics and conspiracy theorists from both political extremes have labeled the above testimoney a "fraud" and a "hoax," just because it comes from the daughter of the Kuwaiti Ambassador, who was coached by the well known public relations firm of Hill & Knowlton. What a cheap shot!
"How did the twenty year war get started?" Yes, you read and heard that right.
To refresh your memory a bit on this subject, I present the following testimony as palpable evidence (not for the faint-hearted):
THAT is what lead to so much death and destruction, Ronnie.
In conclusion, isn't it really about time for certain feeble minded malcontents to keep their extremist mouths shut?
Note: critics and conspiracy theorists from both political extremes have labeled the above testimoney a "fraud" and a "hoax," just because it comes from the daughter of the Kuwaiti Ambassador, who was coached by the well known public relations firm of Hill & Knowlton. What a cheap shot!
27 January, 2011
Bugs In A Jar
Anyone paying attention knows that local law enforcers have relatively recently been granted access to spy satellites. Those familiar with the technology understand the capabilities and necessity, which reminds me of a pleasant evening I spent at a family reunion.
Naturally it was a pathetic affair as most of them are of the lesser sort. But there is one, a 9 year old niece, who shows special promise. As I was musing on the porch after the catered dinner, she was out in the yard, giant Pacific northwest temperate rain forest conifers towering all round. There was a constellation of about 5 lampyridae glittering by the fence. They were flashing in sequence, which was mildly interesting, but not to the degree of that which followed. My niece was flittering about trying to catch one in a jar. Eventually she met with success and ran up, handed me the jar with a smile and chirped "Here, uncie!"
I congratulated her and enquired as to what she intended to do with such a worthless object now that she'd captured it. Her gleeful response was "Kill it!" I was delighted, even slightly impressed--defective genes (her father) rarely produce something so energetic, purposeful, and capable. I promptly returned the jar and said "Show me."
She proceeded to perform an amusing skit by pretending to be a judge who placed the insect on trial. She proved herself a very witty child. After about three minutes of hilarious court mimickry, it was found guilty of light pollution and the sentence rendered: "Death by drawing and quartering". She actually said those words, pronounced them with just the right measure of mock somberness, in fact. I think she must have recently watched a movie along these lines; in any case it was a precious farce.
Apparently it was an amusing diversion for her as well, as the execution took several minutes. I watched the entire affair intently and was proud of her amateur entomological knowledge. "First," she stated matter of factly, "we remove the right elytron." And she did: plucked it off neatly with thumb and forefinger. She enjoyed her work, giggling and breathing heavily all the while as the thing thrashed about hopelessly in her hand. It was prolongued suffering right up to the final moment when the creature's biological functions were snuffed out. Its end occured when she sliced the thorax off with one of her red press-on nails and then smashed the whole mess between both palms. She intently watched the shimmering luciferase-luciferin saturated mess between her fingers. Her eyes were wide and reflected the beautifully eerie light. Then she laughed and ran inside to wash. The jar was left on the ground in the moonlight, dewy grass draped about it, and a myriad caelifera stridulated in the moonlight.
It was a remarkable actuality. Before I got in my car for the trip back, I rewarded her with a crisp 20 and a pat on the head.
Naturally it was a pathetic affair as most of them are of the lesser sort. But there is one, a 9 year old niece, who shows special promise. As I was musing on the porch after the catered dinner, she was out in the yard, giant Pacific northwest temperate rain forest conifers towering all round. There was a constellation of about 5 lampyridae glittering by the fence. They were flashing in sequence, which was mildly interesting, but not to the degree of that which followed. My niece was flittering about trying to catch one in a jar. Eventually she met with success and ran up, handed me the jar with a smile and chirped "Here, uncie!"
I congratulated her and enquired as to what she intended to do with such a worthless object now that she'd captured it. Her gleeful response was "Kill it!" I was delighted, even slightly impressed--defective genes (her father) rarely produce something so energetic, purposeful, and capable. I promptly returned the jar and said "Show me."
She proceeded to perform an amusing skit by pretending to be a judge who placed the insect on trial. She proved herself a very witty child. After about three minutes of hilarious court mimickry, it was found guilty of light pollution and the sentence rendered: "Death by drawing and quartering". She actually said those words, pronounced them with just the right measure of mock somberness, in fact. I think she must have recently watched a movie along these lines; in any case it was a precious farce.
Apparently it was an amusing diversion for her as well, as the execution took several minutes. I watched the entire affair intently and was proud of her amateur entomological knowledge. "First," she stated matter of factly, "we remove the right elytron." And she did: plucked it off neatly with thumb and forefinger. She enjoyed her work, giggling and breathing heavily all the while as the thing thrashed about hopelessly in her hand. It was prolongued suffering right up to the final moment when the creature's biological functions were snuffed out. Its end occured when she sliced the thorax off with one of her red press-on nails and then smashed the whole mess between both palms. She intently watched the shimmering luciferase-luciferin saturated mess between her fingers. Her eyes were wide and reflected the beautifully eerie light. Then she laughed and ran inside to wash. The jar was left on the ground in the moonlight, dewy grass draped about it, and a myriad caelifera stridulated in the moonlight.
It was a remarkable actuality. Before I got in my car for the trip back, I rewarded her with a crisp 20 and a pat on the head.
Conscription Means Full Employment
"We cannot continue to rely on our military in order to achieve the national security objectives that we've set. We've got to have a civilian national security force that's just as powerful, just as strong, just as well-funded." - Barack Obama, July 2, 2008 speech in Colorado Springs, Colorado
Since we are about to see a significant increase in poverty levels, conscription makes perfect sense. A modern policy of conscription need not solely confine itself to the military, but should be tailored to serve all the needs of Homeland Security: checkpoints, neighborhood watch, police assistance, TSA, etc. Such an expansion of what conscription comprises can only be beneficial. Naturally, we must call it something other than a draft or conscription when programming the barbarians, something such as "National Service" might suffice.
Once the next big event occurs, the great unwashed will be clamoring all over each other to serve as State functionaries. Never underestimate the herd mentality we have so assiduously cultivated in them. The witless horde yearns to be a part of something greater than itself, and considering its shallow nature, it’s not at all difficult for us to deliver. Their instinctual need to submerge their identities within groups has been amplified by our plastic popular culture, and they will willingly submit. We merely took the sublimated awareness of their own worthlessness and channeled it to nourish our System's needs. We did not invent the mentality, but merely tethered it to our goals and enhanced it.
If we examine the representative specimen of peasantry, we shall find a maggot despising its own pathetic existence to the point that it constantly endeavors to hide from reality. This fact constitutes the most sensible trait of the breed, and is why our diversionary apparatuses work so effectively. Our short term goal is naturally to break their families and keep them running in circles. I think we've been quite successful on that score, but the transformation from commoner to servile apparatchik is not yet complete and conscription can only hasten its arrival.
Since we are about to see a significant increase in poverty levels, conscription makes perfect sense. A modern policy of conscription need not solely confine itself to the military, but should be tailored to serve all the needs of Homeland Security: checkpoints, neighborhood watch, police assistance, TSA, etc. Such an expansion of what conscription comprises can only be beneficial. Naturally, we must call it something other than a draft or conscription when programming the barbarians, something such as "National Service" might suffice.
Once the next big event occurs, the great unwashed will be clamoring all over each other to serve as State functionaries. Never underestimate the herd mentality we have so assiduously cultivated in them. The witless horde yearns to be a part of something greater than itself, and considering its shallow nature, it’s not at all difficult for us to deliver. Their instinctual need to submerge their identities within groups has been amplified by our plastic popular culture, and they will willingly submit. We merely took the sublimated awareness of their own worthlessness and channeled it to nourish our System's needs. We did not invent the mentality, but merely tethered it to our goals and enhanced it.
If we examine the representative specimen of peasantry, we shall find a maggot despising its own pathetic existence to the point that it constantly endeavors to hide from reality. This fact constitutes the most sensible trait of the breed, and is why our diversionary apparatuses work so effectively. Our short term goal is naturally to break their families and keep them running in circles. I think we've been quite successful on that score, but the transformation from commoner to servile apparatchik is not yet complete and conscription can only hasten its arrival.
Why Attack Iran?
To shatter illusions, expose myths, and marshal universal forces so we might direct our own evolution is the goal of civilized men.
Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
The parasites are in the way. What is one backwards country in the scheme of things? We've dozens more which need tending to and delay is deplorable.
The question isn't Why attack Iran?, but Why not attack Iran? We have the Power to do so and this is key. The majority of the body politic is a nest of simpering stooges that can't even spell Iran, let alone find it on a map. Most of the lemmings even believe Iranians are Arabs! It's manifest they present no obstacle. Molding public opinion is as easy as stomping on a dead cockroach.
In addition to the nuclear and Quds angles, I would begin to imply that Iran is contributing to climate change. The masses believe whatever our propaganda organs tell them, and more of the fools fear climate change than what they view as some remote, pathetic nation of turban-festooned dirt farmers. The days of duck and cover programming are over, so the nuclear scare bite has lost much teeth. Of course we must always over simplify the condition and historical underpinnings of Iran, which actually had a rather illustrious history going back thousands of years. This is the case because simplicity convinces simpletons. It may well be that the immutable dialectical process of history now requires Iran go the way of goodly Tyre and Babylon.
Whatever rationale is given, the drumbeat must continue and accelerate even if no overt war is imminent. A good distraction in the midst of economic calamity might be just what the doctor ordered.
The British and Russians carved up Persia into spheres of influence leading up to WWI and ousted the meddlesome American tax administrator when he had the effrontery to request payment from a member of the superior class. The British - this time with their Yank counterparts (as part and parcel of the world famous 'Special Relationship') - again worked the rueful bitch over and ousted Mossadegh for Anglo Iranian Oil Co. (now B.P.) in 1953.
Perhaps the third time is the charm. We can break this brach once and for all; she is no more than a stitch in time, and can quite easily be undone and sewn back in anew.
Persia delenda est.
Ordo Ab Chao
rahadabra.
The Inexhaustible Stupidity of Hoi Polloi
It is one of the great achievements of real politics that no matter what is done to them, the masses accept it. Of course a small measure of Pavlavian conditioning is necessary for certain societal changes, but in the main, the masses of TV-addicted nobodies are like lumps of clay in the hands of master potters.
That they need to be ruled, there can be no doubt. That they must be ruled, there can be no doubt. Thankfully, most of the vile worms are too mired down in meaningless, mundane workaday lives of toil to notice that they are ruled. It is to this mechanism of self-imposed ignorance that we owe the forward momentum of progress. The system of poverty has played a significant role as well. If you were to ask 100 average dopes on the street how economics work, they'd shrug their shoulders and probably mumble something about getting some cigarettes before stumbling on.
The chaos of a random universe dictates that the inferior be sculpted (or disposed of) by superior life forms. Malcontents do not appreciate this basic fact of existence. I could list hundreds, but most of them are quite obscure little figures. It might strike some readers of this blog as counter-intuitive for me to write this, but this situation is lamentable. The more malcontents heard, the more the herd can be misled. Indeed, the more dunces out there that get a whiff of "progressive" rot, the better it will be for us. The reason is this: it plays on their mute, impotent egos. Once you let the little peons believe they have a say or the ability to think for themselves, the vanity mechanism takes hold and they are more susceptible to manipulation. Naturally, we know they lack the ability to reason; they are brutes, automata, chaff riding the whirlwind of history. Nonetheless it is quite helpful to encourage this conceit in them.
Oh mortal man, is there nothing you cannot be persuaded to believe?
That they need to be ruled, there can be no doubt. That they must be ruled, there can be no doubt. Thankfully, most of the vile worms are too mired down in meaningless, mundane workaday lives of toil to notice that they are ruled. It is to this mechanism of self-imposed ignorance that we owe the forward momentum of progress. The system of poverty has played a significant role as well. If you were to ask 100 average dopes on the street how economics work, they'd shrug their shoulders and probably mumble something about getting some cigarettes before stumbling on.
The chaos of a random universe dictates that the inferior be sculpted (or disposed of) by superior life forms. Malcontents do not appreciate this basic fact of existence. I could list hundreds, but most of them are quite obscure little figures. It might strike some readers of this blog as counter-intuitive for me to write this, but this situation is lamentable. The more malcontents heard, the more the herd can be misled. Indeed, the more dunces out there that get a whiff of "progressive" rot, the better it will be for us. The reason is this: it plays on their mute, impotent egos. Once you let the little peons believe they have a say or the ability to think for themselves, the vanity mechanism takes hold and they are more susceptible to manipulation. Naturally, we know they lack the ability to reason; they are brutes, automata, chaff riding the whirlwind of history. Nonetheless it is quite helpful to encourage this conceit in them.
Oh mortal man, is there nothing you cannot be persuaded to believe?
Chatham House Rules Need Not Apply
It is with a sense of exultant liberation that I write these blogs. I can expose the barren state of the 'human' herd and explain what must be done to them here without fear of reprisal because most of the random cattle that actually read are too muddle-headed to understand, and those that aren't complete mental deficients won't believe. Hence, Chatham House Rules need not apply.
20 January, 2011
The Essential Democracy Ruse
Democracy must always be publicly extolled as the highest civic virtue and goal, but privately the superior class must never let such fallacies contaminate the purity of our outlook. If we start to believe the pablum we spoon feed the witless horde, it will be our undoing. Having stated the obvious here, I am convinced that there is little danger of this occuring.
Many insist on noting that the so-called founding fathers of the United States designed a Republic and not a Democracy. The less said about those unfortunate old buffoons and their modern sycophants, the better. Their backwards agrarian outlook prejudiced them against controlling what they dementedly referred to as "We The People".
Top tier Presidential candidates are always exemplars of this democracy-shovelling tactic. Political candidates must be convincing enough to keep the brutes mired in a fantasy world. It's well known in advertising circles that politicians are marketed like any other commodity.
The democracy ruse has proven itself essential to the modern technology of Power and will continue to drive the herd into their rightful place: beneath our feet.
Many insist on noting that the so-called founding fathers of the United States designed a Republic and not a Democracy. The less said about those unfortunate old buffoons and their modern sycophants, the better. Their backwards agrarian outlook prejudiced them against controlling what they dementedly referred to as "We The People".
Top tier Presidential candidates are always exemplars of this democracy-shovelling tactic. Political candidates must be convincing enough to keep the brutes mired in a fantasy world. It's well known in advertising circles that politicians are marketed like any other commodity.
The democracy ruse has proven itself essential to the modern technology of Power and will continue to drive the herd into their rightful place: beneath our feet.
What Shall We Do With The Homeless?
What are the demands of political ecology? If there is a burden, what is to be done with it? When phrased thusly, popular alarmism is minimized. Semantics aside, we must come to some understanding regarding the fate of the homeless as it's clear that there are about to be a whole lot more of them. I have briefly touched upon this sensitive subject in a previous post, however it seems obvious to me it must be focused on in greater detail.
First off it must be stated that make-work scenarios simply will not suffice. That would be putting labor ahead of the needs of the State rather than the other way round. If the anti-depressant need is fulfilled, and granted we allow for ample sweatshops, this still will not rid us of the horrid, unwashed lumps commonly called "homeless". A new system of workhouses would be beneficial only to a limited degree. Then what are we left with? What on earth will purge the biosphere of this plague?
There comes a time when dalliances with charity must be rejected outright. How is it sane to feed an infestation of parasites? In pursuit of a resolution to this dilemma, I stumbled upon an inspirational quote from Sir Julian Huxley:
"Thus even though it is quite true that any radical eugenic policy will be for many years politically and psychologically impossible, it will be important for UNESCO to see that the eugenic problem is examined with the greatest care, and that the public mind is informed of the issues at stake so that much that now is unthinkable may at least become thinkable." -- UNESCO: Its Purpose and Its Philosophy, 1947 Public Affairs Press, pg 21.
Does it not become obvious only a purely scientific outlook presents us with the solution? What was once irrationally considered unthinkable is now palpably thinkable. Not only is it now thinkable, it is vital to the survival of the species. Indeed, is it not preferable to a slow rotting decay that drags the productive element of society down with it into the miasmic abyss?
First off it must be stated that make-work scenarios simply will not suffice. That would be putting labor ahead of the needs of the State rather than the other way round. If the anti-depressant need is fulfilled, and granted we allow for ample sweatshops, this still will not rid us of the horrid, unwashed lumps commonly called "homeless". A new system of workhouses would be beneficial only to a limited degree. Then what are we left with? What on earth will purge the biosphere of this plague?
There comes a time when dalliances with charity must be rejected outright. How is it sane to feed an infestation of parasites? In pursuit of a resolution to this dilemma, I stumbled upon an inspirational quote from Sir Julian Huxley:
"Thus even though it is quite true that any radical eugenic policy will be for many years politically and psychologically impossible, it will be important for UNESCO to see that the eugenic problem is examined with the greatest care, and that the public mind is informed of the issues at stake so that much that now is unthinkable may at least become thinkable." -- UNESCO: Its Purpose and Its Philosophy, 1947 Public Affairs Press, pg 21.
Does it not become obvious only a purely scientific outlook presents us with the solution? What was once irrationally considered unthinkable is now palpably thinkable. Not only is it now thinkable, it is vital to the survival of the species. Indeed, is it not preferable to a slow rotting decay that drags the productive element of society down with it into the miasmic abyss?
On the Utility of Sweatshops
The necessity of cheap goods to an economy wracked with sub prime mortgage woes, hedge fund concerns, and a dollar plainly imploding is clear to all sane people. Moralizers and ethicists naturally lament the existence of so-called "sweatshops," for if they did otherwise, they'd tend to negate their own job security; however, economics is no place for sentimentality and emotions have no bearing on matters dependent upon pure logic.
Relatively speaking, "sweatshops" provide vital income to lower classes. For them, what most consider to be paltry sums are actually comparatively quite high. A dollar to these benighted lumps of flesh is actually a lot of money. Nevertheless, what really matters is that the goods move off the production line to the supply chain, through the corporate warehouses, and into the households of consumers. This cash flow is vital to the shareholders. The directors of corporations realize this and act accordingly. It simply would not do to allow sentiment free rein in the corporate world.
After all, what else can be done with the lower classes? They aren't fit for much else, and legitimate work keeps them off the streets, which has the added benefit of decreasing crime rates. I already hear shrill, accusatory cries of callousness from critics, but they have neglected their studies and have rather paid too much heed to bedtime bugaboos. This is a callous universe, not a fairy tale utopia. Ignore nightly fantasies of religion and pay more attention to true human motivations and you will do well; trust to such delusions and it is this writer's humble opinion that you deserve to toil in a sweatshop.
Now there is one criticism of sweatshops that has some merit, but which I think a solution to is in sight. It is said that such dreary lives of monotonously repetitive labor leave much to be desired by way of personal fulfillment. Suicide rates in Chinese factories, and in those of other less developed and developing countries, tend to bear this criticism out. While I consider the concept too obscure, indeed, almost metaphysical, and entirely subjective to address here fully, the solution still seems obvious: anti-depressants. If we could set up a system where all menial workers were provided with a liberally rationed stock of the newest and most potent SSRIs, and I think we're incrementally nearing that point, then this would clearly go a long way torward quelling dissent and disquietude among the lower classes.
Various plans of government managed healthcare have been presented and legislated by a plenitude of politicians, and what with the Michael Moore documentary on this subject, I think it won't be all that long before a mental hygiene code of normalcy is gradually imposed upon the herd. The sooner this occurs, the better.
Relatively speaking, "sweatshops" provide vital income to lower classes. For them, what most consider to be paltry sums are actually comparatively quite high. A dollar to these benighted lumps of flesh is actually a lot of money. Nevertheless, what really matters is that the goods move off the production line to the supply chain, through the corporate warehouses, and into the households of consumers. This cash flow is vital to the shareholders. The directors of corporations realize this and act accordingly. It simply would not do to allow sentiment free rein in the corporate world.
After all, what else can be done with the lower classes? They aren't fit for much else, and legitimate work keeps them off the streets, which has the added benefit of decreasing crime rates. I already hear shrill, accusatory cries of callousness from critics, but they have neglected their studies and have rather paid too much heed to bedtime bugaboos. This is a callous universe, not a fairy tale utopia. Ignore nightly fantasies of religion and pay more attention to true human motivations and you will do well; trust to such delusions and it is this writer's humble opinion that you deserve to toil in a sweatshop.
Now there is one criticism of sweatshops that has some merit, but which I think a solution to is in sight. It is said that such dreary lives of monotonously repetitive labor leave much to be desired by way of personal fulfillment. Suicide rates in Chinese factories, and in those of other less developed and developing countries, tend to bear this criticism out. While I consider the concept too obscure, indeed, almost metaphysical, and entirely subjective to address here fully, the solution still seems obvious: anti-depressants. If we could set up a system where all menial workers were provided with a liberally rationed stock of the newest and most potent SSRIs, and I think we're incrementally nearing that point, then this would clearly go a long way torward quelling dissent and disquietude among the lower classes.
Various plans of government managed healthcare have been presented and legislated by a plenitude of politicians, and what with the Michael Moore documentary on this subject, I think it won't be all that long before a mental hygiene code of normalcy is gradually imposed upon the herd. The sooner this occurs, the better.
18 January, 2011
An Endorsement of The Man of the Renaissance by Ralph Roeder
This is a book that deserves to be read by all students of real politics. It is a comparative study of the leading lawgivers of the Renaissance, and despite the author's occassional injections of foolish expostulatory commentary, provides accurate portrayals of these leading lights of the age.
Savonarola: Nitwit fanatic that feared life and failed miserably, and only came close to succeeding when he resorted to schemes Machiavelli might have endorsed had they not been so ill conceived and ineptly executed. The account of his attempt to perform last rites for Lorenzo de' Medici is priceless. The sage patriarch had already been given the last rites; however, he knew the man who performed them so he called Savonarola, who in those last maudlin moments Lorenzo considered to be the only honest priest. Savonarola, sentimental lout that he was agreed to perform last rites on the following three conditions:
"First, a great and living faith in God's mercy," Magnifico agreed. "Second, that you restore, or direct your heirs to restore, all your ill-gotten gains," again Lorenzo consented. "Thirdly, that you restore the freedom of Florence." There was a long pause, "the grandson of Cosimo de' Medici stared at him incredulously; then he slowly rolled over and died."
In the realm of the sane, expediency always beats whimsy. In the end, the rack dispensed with the silly old dotard.
Machiavelli: Clear philosophical victor and leading light of the Renaissance. Far from being afraid of life, he sought to ally himself with its forces and his expedient system continues to inspire. The lessons Cesare Borgia taught him were never forgotten and are immortalized in The Prince. When he wasn't busy as a diplomat intriguing, as well as seeking to understand the intrigues around him, and when he wasn't bantering with his inferior associates, he sated his animal passions on ladies of the night. His immortal work was refined, crystallized and set down during a forced retirement. The imposed nature of his vocational repose would have been quite a set back to the development of the species had he not taken the time to systematize his observations.
Castiglione: Convivial courtier and Papal servant. His work helped phase out archaic views of chivalry and bore a significant influence on our modern conception of the learned gentleman. History would have been different had Machiavelli's influence over the Papacy been greater than Baldassare's, instead Nicollo's Political talents were rejected in favor of his drama.
The juxtaposition is striking: both Machiavelli and Castiglione wrote books dealing with power. Niccolo's separation from Power chafed him whereas with Baldassare it was just the opposite. Castiglione orbited the rarefied atmosphere of de' Medici, a realm Machiavelli lusted after, ultimately in vain. Machiavelli's aretology is grounded in prudence, cunning, and force; Castiglione's in grace, conviviality, and poise. Machiavelli taught how to exercise Power; Castiglione, how to serve it. Machievelli was a confident failure at attaing meaningful influence, whereas Castiglione was a success plagued by doubts. One philosophy focused on the martial and political sphere of influence, the other on culture and sociability; they are complementary, yet rotationally removed views.
Aretino: "Living symbol of the disintegration of society" and the spirit of Pasquino. Animal-virtue driven mockery is always an entertaining combination. Aretino teaches us how to feed off Power.
The syphilitic leaders of Italy ignored Machiavelli and thereby presided over the sunset of its Renaissance. These were the men of the Italian Renaissance: the idealist who squandered Power; the genius who tried in vain to save Italy, but whose immortal works have nevertheless revolutionized the world of Power; the jovial and genteel massager of Power; and the literary pornographer, blackmailer, and journalist. I rate them in this order: Machiavelli, Aretino, Castiglione and Isabella d'Este, the First Lady of the Renassaince--Savonarola is unworthy of even being ranked.
A remarkable tome, gratifyingly edifying for the student and servant of Power.
Savonarola: Nitwit fanatic that feared life and failed miserably, and only came close to succeeding when he resorted to schemes Machiavelli might have endorsed had they not been so ill conceived and ineptly executed. The account of his attempt to perform last rites for Lorenzo de' Medici is priceless. The sage patriarch had already been given the last rites; however, he knew the man who performed them so he called Savonarola, who in those last maudlin moments Lorenzo considered to be the only honest priest. Savonarola, sentimental lout that he was agreed to perform last rites on the following three conditions:
"First, a great and living faith in God's mercy," Magnifico agreed. "Second, that you restore, or direct your heirs to restore, all your ill-gotten gains," again Lorenzo consented. "Thirdly, that you restore the freedom of Florence." There was a long pause, "the grandson of Cosimo de' Medici stared at him incredulously; then he slowly rolled over and died."
In the realm of the sane, expediency always beats whimsy. In the end, the rack dispensed with the silly old dotard.
Machiavelli: Clear philosophical victor and leading light of the Renaissance. Far from being afraid of life, he sought to ally himself with its forces and his expedient system continues to inspire. The lessons Cesare Borgia taught him were never forgotten and are immortalized in The Prince. When he wasn't busy as a diplomat intriguing, as well as seeking to understand the intrigues around him, and when he wasn't bantering with his inferior associates, he sated his animal passions on ladies of the night. His immortal work was refined, crystallized and set down during a forced retirement. The imposed nature of his vocational repose would have been quite a set back to the development of the species had he not taken the time to systematize his observations.
Castiglione: Convivial courtier and Papal servant. His work helped phase out archaic views of chivalry and bore a significant influence on our modern conception of the learned gentleman. History would have been different had Machiavelli's influence over the Papacy been greater than Baldassare's, instead Nicollo's Political talents were rejected in favor of his drama.
The juxtaposition is striking: both Machiavelli and Castiglione wrote books dealing with power. Niccolo's separation from Power chafed him whereas with Baldassare it was just the opposite. Castiglione orbited the rarefied atmosphere of de' Medici, a realm Machiavelli lusted after, ultimately in vain. Machiavelli's aretology is grounded in prudence, cunning, and force; Castiglione's in grace, conviviality, and poise. Machiavelli taught how to exercise Power; Castiglione, how to serve it. Machievelli was a confident failure at attaing meaningful influence, whereas Castiglione was a success plagued by doubts. One philosophy focused on the martial and political sphere of influence, the other on culture and sociability; they are complementary, yet rotationally removed views.
Aretino: "Living symbol of the disintegration of society" and the spirit of Pasquino. Animal-virtue driven mockery is always an entertaining combination. Aretino teaches us how to feed off Power.
The syphilitic leaders of Italy ignored Machiavelli and thereby presided over the sunset of its Renaissance. These were the men of the Italian Renaissance: the idealist who squandered Power; the genius who tried in vain to save Italy, but whose immortal works have nevertheless revolutionized the world of Power; the jovial and genteel massager of Power; and the literary pornographer, blackmailer, and journalist. I rate them in this order: Machiavelli, Aretino, Castiglione and Isabella d'Este, the First Lady of the Renassaince--Savonarola is unworthy of even being ranked.
A remarkable tome, gratifyingly edifying for the student and servant of Power.
Some Thoughts on the Necessity of Liquidating Unused Human Resources
Thomas Robert Malthus' landmark 1798 study, An Essay On The Principle of Population was a revelation to the inteligensia and elite of his time and continues to inspire philosophers, economists, and Princes. Its uses were amply proved during the Irish Potato Famine, and have been greatly magnified by the additional insights of Galton, Darwin, the Huxleys, et al.
Critics delight in pointing out that the original projections of his work didn't pan out. Such doctrinaire "thinkers" cannot realize they are missing the point. The projections were mitigated by the Industrial Revolution, it is true; however, the pragmatic utility is what is central, not the accuracy of certain projections.
Yes my friends, there is a solution to unemployment and poverty. It was revealed to us in a modern context over 200 years ago and has continued to be refined by social engineers. I suggest everyone watch this Cambridge Professor's lecture on Malthus at Youtube, titled "The Malthusian Framework For Understanding History":
http://youtube.com/watch?v=eBThFdPGk48
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