12 years ago I wrote this up and Rense published it.
Times change with the music and the music of youth today I have no idea about but I do know to watch when the mode of music changes and Tyrants and Poets converse.
Politik ist das Schicksal
By Publius
10-23-10
There is no Twitter revolutionary vanguard if the angry populace is convulsed with stability smashing rage. There is the prospect of the patriarchal Iron Heel or the matronly man on horseback-or jet, or tank- a hero like General Honoree emerging from a Western sunset through the magic of cutting into a New Orleans bar. This is only one more poorly dubbed post-Katrina French art film from Mongolia projecting in the collective erewhon cinema of ideas. No secular trendline is screened which offers hope that a spontaneous revolutionary flowering of pristine human love will ease the descent into Dostoyevskian decay. No political solution presents itself building on the best ideas of submerged Century 20. Civilizationally we are stuck it seems in the 1300's with torture and mayhem ruling the hour. Time magazine suggests there may be grounds for an American civil war. Fraud is one of tangled nest of reasons and the present administration-like the one before it and all other governments -enables the fraud to continue: well might we think that man's fate and man's politics equate tragedy of fate. So we shop and survive trusting in the display of personal fetishes. We permit ourselves the liberty if not the character of wealthy young media Gods swelling with our self importance. We celebrate the trivial. Kitsch, triviality is showered culturally on us-as news, as entertainment, as politics, even as art and as an advertising encouragement to escape from freedom and it's responsibilities and simply shop. In Greek the word for revolution was stasis. In Latin the same notion was expressed as revolvere-to go around in a complete circle. In English of course the word revolution can denote this circularity or it can depict an uprising. When Goethe, at age 60 obviously flattered by the attention of Napoleon met with him in 1808 in Erfurt at a gathering of monarchs, talk over breakfast was on tragedy and Napoleon interjects "Was will man jetzt mit dem Schicksal? Politik ist das Schicksal!" Politics is destiny. The Polish writer Alexander Wat, writing about his Lubyanka prison existence thinking of the tortured and exiled Machiavelli and power politics and Princes, has this scene as Napoleon interjecting and saying forcefully to the 60 year old Goethe "A tragedy of fate? That's part of the past now. Politik ist das Schicksal." Some commentators argue that flight to safety can be found in some hamlet existence and survival. Others commend a return to the Divine and a trust in the suburban way of life. Others still urge good public policy relies on electing Team A or Team B to rob them blind by custom and law. The next civil war will resemble Yugoslavia or Rwanda or maybe the South West and Northern Mexico during the 21st century drug wars. "Men make their own history, but they do not make it just as they please; they do not make it under circumstances chosen by themselves, but under circumstances directly encountered, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all the dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brain of the living." Karl Marx http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/7084.Karl_Marx The 18th Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte)http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/819841
La Revolution Surrealiste San Francisco is not in the end returning lost sun glasses via the Journal of Lingering Sanity. The law regarding returning the “Violet Light of Attica” is, simply by buying the non-refundable ticket to Existenz, our Angelic Advocates stress, is not mandatory during Covid-19. The URL found in some emails is due to the degraded metaphysical stability of the post-Biden world line giving rise in a presently clouded fashion to the great Reset-that great MISTAKE that eliminated the accomplishments since Nixon and before Nixon the most Blessed Brezhnev. Ruin, therefore, is not caused by lavatories but it's something that starts in people's heads. So when these clowns start shouting "Stop the ruin!" - I laugh!' 'I swear to you, I find it laughable! Every one of them needs to hit himself on the back of the head and then when he has knocked all the hallucinations out of himself and gets on with sweeping out backyards - which is his real job - all this "ruin" will automatically disappear”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, Heart of a Dog