What is Wrong With Life And Not Death?

Governments dress up their crimes with morality.
They dress up their crimes with the concept of the Just War and the Holy War.
They murder under the guise of Responsibility To Protect.
They are fighting a Holy War for human rights.
The Holy War is a central part of the idolatry of Humanism, the self righteousness of those who see their god in the mirror. It is called ‘human rights’, an ‘ethical foreign policy’, ‘the promotion of democracy’.
Holy War is murder dressed up with Morality.
There is no honesty in killers.
Those who hate themselves wish to punish.
For that is what Morality does. Morality condemns, Morality punishes. .
But there is no righteousness in Morality, only self, only punishment.
And, at the moment, the Hypocrites are punishing the people of Syria. Do not believe their weasel words! Inadequates, like post-Fascist Foreign Secretary William Hague, are warmongers. They are merchants of death.
Conservative M.P. Edward Leigh told Hague, a coward who wants to officially arm the terrorists, "What is wrong with basing our policy on life and not death?"
Iraq, Afghanistan, Yugoslavia, Libya, Mali, Syria. Where next?
NATO is in the process of conquering the Middle East to protect its supplies and to prevent its suppliers from trading with others.
Any prosperity, any independence, and development outside of their control must be destroyed.
Nowhere is safe.
Their nightmare will be coming to you sometime soon.

Syria -The Arab Nightmare

There are now estimated to be around a million refugees from the war in Syria. The country is being destroyed and with it the lives of millions of people.
Whatever the faults of the Ba'ath regime in Syria, ordinary Syrians do not deserve to be destroyed.
Members of NATO and their allies, the dictators of Arabia, have been arming terrorists for two years now. Right from the beginning ordinary Syrians knew that many of these ‘revolutionaries’ were foreigners, mercenaries and fanatics financed by the Gulf dictatorships.
There is a lot of guff talked by politicians about not arming the terrorists, but they are doing that right now. The latest weapons corridor appears to be from Croatia, via Jordan.
How do the ‘rebels’ pay for all these weapons?  
They must have some generous foreign backers.
It is hard to call these killers anything but terrorists because that is what they are.
The people using violence to overthrow the Syrian government kill people on account of their religion and ethnicity in order to encourage potential supporters of the government to leave their homes and go into exile.
Apart from Lebanon and Israel, Syria was the last remaining pluralist society between Europe and India. Now it is being annihilated.
The Syrian government is without doubt harsh and repressive. The secret police is universally feared.
However, it does not interfere in people’s religious beliefs, it does not drug up hundreds of thousands of working class schoolboys, it does not imprison its minority populations en masse, and it does not interfere in the minutiae of everyday life. It is an old fashioned modernizing dictatorship whose main aim was to feed, educate and provide medicine for its people, and in the process siphon off a few quid for its elite.
No doubt it has had its day, and it has failed to adapt to survive. The younger Assad was not feared as much as his father, yet did not move towards democracy.
It has proved to be a fatal combination.
Though some of the opposition are from Syria itself, from the beginning there have been many foreign fighters, Sunni Islamic Fascists and mercenaries paid  by the Gulf states, dictatorships themselves, nastier and more racist and more sexist than Syria.
Yet the corrupt West and the tyrannical oil states demonize the Syrian government and support these gangs who are unleashing the Arab Nightmare on the people of Syria.
They are unleashing a genocidal fury on Christians and Alawites, murdering any who oppose them.

Theirs Not To Be So Stupid

Those who love the military bureaucratic complex love death, as this poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson clearly shows. Nowadays, murder is furtive, hiding its ugliness under its robes of Human Rights, and Responsibility To Protect.  Imperial England regarded war as the highest form of activity. Compulsory education, regimentation and Moralist hypocrisy produced to a population who corrupted all values.
But much braver than these idiots is the Peasant who stays at home and serves his wife and his family.

'Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the Valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in the air,
Sabr'ing the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery smoke,
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!'

Saints and Hierarchy - Sundays with John Ball

The Roman Church recognises the true God in the Holy Trinity: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
However, the grave sin of the Roman Church is that it adds on to the true faith. For the true Christian, Christ is sufficient. Because He is our King and High Priest we do not need kings and priests, bureaucrats and bishops.
For the Catholic, Christ is not sufficient. Along with their dogma, their tradition, their idolatry and their Mariology, Catholics also add minor gods to intercede for us with God.
So, when they wish to approach God, Catholics come across a whole load of gatekeepers barring the way. These are the priests and the saints.
We have come across the priests before. We know that for Christians there is a priesthood of ALL believers. Like wise ALL believers are saints.
The word saint comes from the word ‘sanctify’, to be made holy.
Once we know that Jesus is our Saviour, the Holy Ghost improves us. We live with Christ as a part of us. We measure ourselves against Him daily. We seek what is pleasing to God, not ourselves. We seek righteousness, not what we can get away with.
Of course, in this life, we never reach perfection, but by turning our faces away from ourselves and towards God, we are a little less selfish, cruel, mad and bad than we would have been otherwise.
However, the Roman Church scorns the holiness of the everyday saint and invents super saints, Saint Anthony, Saint Francis, Saint Rita and so on.
Even in heaven, the Roman idolaters wish to maintain their hierarchy, for that is what they really worship - Hierarchy.
On earth they have their pope and their cardinals, their bishops and their priests and last of all the peasants, the poor bloody infantry.
On earth they have their saints and their Madonna, there to intercede for us with God.
They are mere inventions, created to justify the tyranny of priests on earth. 

Romans - Civilization and Decay

Civilization and Decay is a book written by the historian Brooks Adams, first published in 1895. In his section on the Romans, Adams makes some interesting observations on the relationship between capital accumulation and a standing army, immigration and women's liberation.

'Had Italy been more tranquil, it is not inconceivable that the small farmers might even then have sunk into the serfdom which awaited them under the Empire, for in peace the patricians might have been able to repress insurrection with their clients; but the accumulation of capital had scarcely begun, and several centuries were to elapse before money was to take its ultimate form in a standing army.
Meanwhile, troops were needed almost every year to defend the city; and, as the legions were a militia, they were the enemy and not the instrument of wealth.
Until the organization of a permanent paid police they were, however, the highest expression of force, and, when opposed to them, the moneyed oligarchy was helpless, as was proved by the secession to the Mons Sacer.'

'To speak with more precision, force changed the channel through which it operated. Native farmers and native soldiers were needless when such material could be bought cheaper in the North or East. With money the cohorts could be filled with Germans; with money, slaves and serfs could be settled upon the Italian fields.......'

'The later campaigns on the Rhine and the Danube were really slave-hunts on a gigantic scale...................
'The infrequency  of marriage, and the ruin of agriculture, affected the principles of population; and not only destroyed the strength of the present, but intercepted the hope of future generations.'

'When  wealth became force, the female might be as strong as the male: therefore she was emancipated. through easy divorce she came to stand on an equality with a man in the marriage contract. She controlled her own property, because she could defend it; and as she had power she exercised political privileges. In the third century Julia Domna, Julia Mamaea, Soaemias, and others sat in the Senate, or conducted the administration.'

Pleasure - The Superiority of Woman

Here is an excerpt from Mary Malone's book, The Denial Of Woman.

'Consciousness is what separates humanity from the animals; consciousness of meaning, awareness of our mortality, awareness of the presence of God, the ability to make plans, play games, make patterns with words, reveal the truth in divine mathematics. And it is consciousness of pleasure that raises Woman above not only the animals but also above Man.
Woman alone has an organ solely devoted to her pleasure. Consciousness of pleasure shows woman to be the crown of creation.
The animal is unaware of pleasure. The sensitive areas of Man's anatomy simply serve to hasten his relief.
A man's pleasure is essentially negative, lying in release, the orgasm of death. Woman's pleasure is positive, affirmative, life giving, as Man serves Woman with the power of his life...................
Only a woman can truly give herself over to the pleasures of the flesh.
The man gives to the woman, and the woman takes.
Like the bull serves the cow, the man serves the woman.
Woman is served. It is she who matters.
A man is focused on serving a woman but she is only concerned about her own pleasure.
There may be no such thing as happiness, but pleasure is very real.
A woman is superior to a man in so many ways, and in their intimacy this is all too clear.
Through the ceremony of love, only Woman, alone in creation, experiences the summit of holy pleasure.'  

The Economy Must Grow

We have arrived at a situation where economic growth means less prosperity. When wealth is measured as economic turnover it simply means that we are peddling a bit faster.
Economic growth once meant that more people sat on chairs instead of sitting on boxes, but these days, most probably you are simply paying the Gatekeeper.
By expanding the amount of state spending New Labour simply expanded the amount of obstacles we have to overcome to go about our daily lives.
On the one hand, advances in technology make us wealthier, yet on the other, increased economic activity has led to increased poverty. So we live in smaller houses, but clothes are cheaper, and cars are more comfortable. Technology means that many cancers are no longer fatal, yet many hospital wards are filthy.
At one time, economic growth was sure to mean an increased amount of tangible goods.
This is certainly true in agricultural and manufacturing economies. You can touch and feel and see the increased wealth.
But a service economy is an economy built on sand. Now you see the service, now it’s gone.
And the best way to grow a service economy is to create needs, and the best way to do this is to create regulations, impediments, obstacles:- all for our own good, of course.
For a little while we can persuade the rest of the world that our busyness is equal to their business, that our services are equal to their tangible goods, that the money spent on mental health care of perfectly normal children is the equivalent of building a bridge.
We persuade ourselves that our activity merits the wealth we see as our birth right, disguising the fact that much of this wealth is merely tribute from our informal empire.
The pound will remain high hopefully and the foreigner will still send us his tangible goods for a pittance. That is 'our' aim.
(If not, we can always bomb and pillage a new Libya.)
To continue the pretence, to cover our nakedness, we borrow somebody else’s clothes.
We just keep on calling in the profit on 'our' overseas investments and when it falls short we borrow, continuing the pretence that creating regulations is as good as creating chairs.
We reached the tipping point some years ago. It doesn’t pay for the brightest and the best to work and create true wealth. It’s a lot easier to work the system.
The economy must grow to keep the peasants running on the treadmill of taxation and debt.
Economic growth means the centralization of power and wealth, the maintenance of the world wide pyramid of power.
Areas of economic growth in recent years include the medication industry, the security industry and the regulation industry. I don't know if I'm any richer, but I'm definitely more controlled.

Gatekeepers

One of the ideas the British government is considering in order to raise more revenue is that of allowing private companies to run the main roads and motorways of England. The idea is that the companies will recoup the money they spend on maintenance and new roads by levying a toll on road users each time they travel.
Revolting Peasant seems to remember something in the history books about the promotion of trade by the French Revolutionaries who abolished tolls and customs posts within French territories, the Zollverein customs union in Germany in the nineteenth century, the absence of customs posts between the states of North America.
The free movement of goods led to trade, exchange, travel, material and intellectual gifts, and a huge rise in prosperity all round.
Unfortunately, the bureaucracy likes to monitor and impede each and every economic action. It is a way of justifying its otherwise unnecessary existence.
Everywhere we see purchase taxes. In some places in Europe, cafes and restaurants must add over 20% tax to the cost of every transaction. Needless to say customers stay away and businesses fold.
By regulating and taxing all our activities, the bureaucrats put an obstacle on everything we do.
It is like riding a bike with the brake on. It’s just hard work.
In the end people give up trying and take the easiest option, inertia, the one where there are fewest gate keepers.
People become poorer and increasingly demoralised. 

Wilkes and Liberty

In the not so distant past English schoolchildren were taught a different history to the one they are taught now. For a start, Henry VIII was mentioned chiefly on account of his role in the Protestant Reformation, not his racy personal life.
Fifty years ago the English were a people, and England was the country where the English lived. The overwhelming majority of the population had ancestors who had lived here not just a hundred years ago, but a thousand years ago.
So, in that time,x the English people had developed a culture distinct, not just from the peoples of far continents, but from the people of Europe too. The history of that distinct people was celebrated.
English children were taught the differences between the English and the Europeans - representative government, Protestantism, toleration, and not least, free speech and the freedom of the press.
And so children were taught about Elizabeth I and the fight for survival against Continental Catholic tyranny,  the Civil War and the fight of Parliament against the despotism of Charles I, the Glorious Revolution and the establishment of limited monarchy, the Bill of Rights, Habaeus Corpus, the Act of Toleration, and the wars against the dictator Louis XIV of France.
Most English children also knew the name of John Wilkes, who 250 years ago today, published an article in the journal the North Briton that got him arrested.
King George III felt offended. Indeed, Wilkes was an offensive man, as well a very ugly man.
For offending the powerful, Wilkes was at various times arrested, declared an outlaw, imprisoned, fined, and expelled from Parliament. However, he kept on to the bitter end and helped establish the principles of freedom of speech and freedom of the press which lasted to the beginning of the twenty-first century and the rise of the post Fascist New Labour and ConDem governments. 
Now, once again the press is regulated and people can be thrown into jail for expressing the wrong opinion.
People are guarded in expressing their views.
The United Kingdom enjoys a representative form of government. But if speech is censored, and free discussion is stifled, then, by its own terms, no election can be truly representative.
The government loses its legitimacy. It becomes a tyranny.       

Scaffolding - Fernando Pessoa

O Andaime

O tempo que eu hei sonhado
Quantos anos foi de vida!
Ah, quanto do meu passado
Foi só a vida mentida
De um futuro imaginado!

Aqui à beira do rio
Sossego sem ter razão.
Este seu correr vazio
Figura, anónimo e frio,
A vida vivida em vão.

A 'sp'rança que pouco alcança!
Que desejo vale o ensejo?
E uma bola de criança
Sobe mais que a minha 'sp'rança.
Rola mais que o meu desejo.

Ondas do rio, tão leves
Que não sois ondas sequer,
Horas, dias, anos, breves
passam - verduras ou neves
Que o mesmo sol faz morrer.

Gastei tudo que não tinha.
Sou mais velho do que sou.
A ilusão, que me mantinha,
Só no palco era rainha:
Despiu-se, e o reino acabou.

Leve som das águas lentas,
Gulosas da margem ida,
Que lembranças sonolentas
De esperanças nevoentas!
Que sonhos o sonho e a vida!

Que fiz de mim? Encontrei-me
Quando estava já perdido.
Impaciente deixei-me
Como a um louco que teime
No que lhe foi desmentido.

Som morto das águas mansas
Que correm por ter que ser,
Leva não só as lembranças,
Mas as mortas esperanças -
Mortas, porque hão-de morrer.

Sou já o morto futuro.
Só um sonho me liga a mim -
O sonho atrasado e obscuro
Do que eu devera ser - muro
Do meu deserto jardim.


Ondas passadas, levai-me
para o olvido do mar!
Ao que não serei legai-me,
Que cerquei com um andaime
A casa por fabricar.


Scaffolding

How many years have I
frittered away, dreaming!
How much of my life was
But the living lie of
Some imagined future!

Here, standing at the river's edge,
Strangely, I feel at peace
Watching its ceaseless pointless flow,
Cold and nameless, it represents
A life lived in vain.

How little do hopes achieve!
Much better to seize the moment!  
Even a small child's ball bounces
Higher than all my hopes.
It rolls further than any of my wishes.

The ripples of the river, so slight
They are hardly ripples at all,
Hours, days, years, quickly pass by,
The green shoots and the snows; all is
Consumed by the burning Sun.

I spent all that I never had.
I am older than my years.
The fantasy that sustained me -
The queen upon my stage;
Standing naked, her reign is over.

The gentle murmur of slow waters,
Reaching out for the bank passed by,
Carrying dreamlike memories
Of hazy hopes!
Life and dreams, only a dream!

Whatever became of me? I found myself
When I was already lost.
Instantly I recoiled from myself
Like a madman who is afraid to see
The reality of his own insanity.

Dead sound of gentle waters
Flowing because flowing is their destiny,
Take with you not only my memories,
But my dead hopes too!
Dead because they must die!

I am the future dead,
Only a dream connects me to myself -
A dark and dragging dream
Of what I might have been -
A wall in my deserted garden.

Rippling waters of the past take me away
To the sea's soft oblivion!
Join me forever to what I never will be,
I who surrounded with scaffolding
The house that I never built.

God Is Love - Sundays With John Ball

The Bible teaches us that God is Love.
We know that God is kind, that God is just, that God is faithful, that God is the Creator of all things, but above all things God is Love.
We can spend a life time contemplating the many ways that God is Love. Indeed Mother Julian of Norwich and many others have done so. Like Luther, we may ask how is it best to act in Love, through contemplation like Mary, or through active service like Martha?
We can spend many a happy hour in prayerful thought upon the greatness and the wideness and the depths and the heights of God's Love. By doing so the greatest of the saints learn thankfulness and how the least of the saints, poor sinners such as me, are less wicked than they would have been if we had not been claimed by God as His own.
To live without God is to live without Love, to walk a lonely mile in a barren land, buffeted by the winds of fury and self-righteousness.
But to walk along with God's Love holding us up when we stumble, picking us up when we fall, dusting us down when we bruise our knees, is to live in faith, not fear.
Oh, the poor wretched heathen! He walks along burdened by his obligations, his condemnation, his own self -loathing.
But we look at Jesus Christ and we see His life of perfect Love!
We see how God's Love for mankind is unconditional, as true love truly is.
Yet, throughout the world, there are many who claim to know God, but who are in fact idolaters. They simply follow some man made regulations. They dress these regulations in a robe and burn some incense and they call themselves holy. The false prophets come not merely to judge, but to condemn. They believe they can work themselves into God's favour by laying burdens upon the people. They stand proudly over the bodies of the people they have crushed.
But God is Love, and Jesus Christ came to set the people free.
If anyone tells you otherwise they are a liar.  

Vincenzo Vinciguerra quotes

Vincenzo Vinciguerra is an Italian neo-Fascist terrorist currently serving a life sentence for murder.

From 1984, 'With the massacre of Peteano, and with all those that have followed, the knowledge should now be clear that there existed a real live structure, occult and hidden, with the capacity of giving a strategic direction to the outrages....lies within the state itself....There exists in Italy a secret force parallel to the armed forces, composed of civilians and military men, in an anti-Soviet capacity, that is to organize a resistance on Italian soil against a Russian army.... A secret organization, a super-organization with a network of communications, arms and explosives, and men trained to use them... A super-organization, which lacking a Soviet military invasion which might not happen, took up the task, on NATO's behalf, of preventing a slip to the left in the political balance of the country. This they did, with the assistance of the official secret services and the political and military forces.'

From 1990, 'The terrorist line was followed by camouflaged people, people belonging to the security apparatus, or linked to the state apparatus through rapport or collaboration. I say that every single outrage that followed from 1969 fitted into a single organized matrix....'

From 2001: 'You had to attack civilians, the people, women, children, innocent people, unknown people far removed from any political game.... The reason was quite simple. They were supposed to force these people, the Italian public, to turn to the state to ask for greater security. This is the political logic that lies behind all the massacres and the bombings that remain unpunished, because the state cannot convict itself or declare itself responsible for what happened.'

What's The Point?

As I was walking in the woods today I met a lady I know, walking alone.
She told me about her sons, and scarcely mentioned her husband as, the women, they so rarely do.
They all seem to think their old man useless.
They believe their husbands to be uniquely useless, that they've been uniquely unlucky.
The lady told me how young people are mentally ill.
She teaches them. When we were young, she told me, the disabled were physically disabled, but now the young have their heads all screwed up.
The youngsters suspect that they are unnecessary.
Even old guys get depressed thinking about being so unnecessary. Villages and families are things of the past.
And what's the fun of rowing your boat all on your own?
What is the point in trying? 
They take our money in taxes and give it back in benefits.
They are making war on us.
They want to destroy our families.
They want to enslave us.
They want to destroy the gift of love between man and woman.
They want to destroy everything that once gave social support and meaning to people's lives. 
Depression is the result of powerlessness.
Anorexia, self harm, addiction, dark dark nights, the result of our pointlessness.
When our power is expropriated we become sick.
The boys and girls are prevented from forming a family and they become anxious.
In the Suspect Society we are all anxious.
We become depressed when we have no power.
We forget to breed.

These Four Walls That Surround Me

Aye, things have changed over the last six hundred years - and not always for the best!
One thing I don't like these days is all the enclosures you see everywhere. The hills are like wastelands, populated by sheep. The woolly little buggers are all over the place!
The people have been driven from the land!
Property is the thing these days. The whole earth is divided up into property. Even now, in parts of Africa, the earth is being divided up into property and sold off.
In England, the eighteenth century was the big time for property creation. Here in my little town the Commons were divided up and sold off in the 1790s.
When a poor man was kept from the land, then what was he supposed to live off? How was he supposed to keep his woman warm? How was he supposed to feed his children?
Once upon a time the whole earth belonged to the poor man. Then he was driven from the land to manage the best he could in the towns, to feed the new machines with his labour and with his children's stunted bodies, to huddle in his cramped industrial hovel, to starve and shiver, pressed together with his neighbour, forbidden from living on the land because the land ‘belonged’ to Mr. Somebody.
And if he ‘stole’ Mr. Somebody’s property the poor man would be hanged or deported.
The poor man emigrated. He would go to America or Australia to farm the land where the Red Man and the Aborigine had roamed free, like his own ancestors had roamed free in the forests of England.
Now, here in the twenty first century, you all live in little boxes, as if you are scared of the vastness of the earth.
When you travel, you travel as spectators. You might as well stay at home and watch your screen.
Your world is the four walls of your ‘home’, the four walls of your car that takes you to the four walls of your workplace.
In your ‘homes’ you look at a screen that limits the four walls of your mind.
All those years ago we wrapped the earth around us and she kept us safe and warm with her breath and her song.
How pitiful you are, naked and alone, landless and cold, distanced from God’s creation.

Kulak and Feminist Icon

R.P. says: On her own terms Margaret Thatcher was a failure. She neither rolled back the frontiers of the state, nor created a property owning democracy. Those who surrounded her were happy for her to espouse these ambitions, but they had no intention of letting her realize them.
Neither did she galvanize the British economy after allowing the old industries to die away. The provincial centres of capital and power were moribund. The City preferred to invest in privatized monopolies. North Sea Oil paid not for reconstruction, but for the dole.
In foreign policy the ideas she proclaimed had a small role in the liberation of Eastern Europe. The word Freedom was forever on her lips. In that respect she was an inspiration to ordinary people who were oppressed by bureaucrats in many countries, and for that alone she deserves our respect.

Mary Malone writes: Margaret Thatcher was one of the few women in the history of the world to have made an impact on her own account. Until the moment that she became Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, there had only ever been one woman Prime Minister on her own account  - Golda Meir, who had been Prime Minister of Israel.
Sirimavo Bandaranaike was the widow of the previous Prime Minister of Sri Lanka.
Indira Gandhi was Nehru's daughter.
And if we look at other women, Queen Elizabeth II is the daughter of a man who was king, as was Queen Elizabeth I.
Eva Peron shagged the boss.
Lady Di was a breeding mare.
Apart from Theresa May there have been no other leading Conservative women politicians.
The first woman elected to the U.K. Parliament was Countess Markievicz. The first woman to tale her seat as an M.P. was Lady Astor.
During Margaret Thatcher's time as an M.P., before she became Prime Minister, there were two prominent women Labour politicians, Barbara Castle, the daughter of a middle ranking tax collector, a member of the state loving managerial class, and Shirley Williams, the daughter of Vera Brittain, whose family owned a large paper mill in Staffordshire. Like most prominent Labour women, they had a few bob, though not as much as Harriet Harman, the niece of an earl, or Margaret Hodge (who used to fly the red flag over Islington Town Hall) who is mega rich on account of her family's steel trading business.
Compare these to Margaret Thatcher, whose father came from a shoe making family, learnt the trade of grocer, managed to open two shops, whose family was brought up in the flat above one of them.
Unlike most of the above, she grew up without servants.
Margaret Thatcher was a kulak who got above her station.
But above all, she was a woman, a woman who did it herself.

The Transfer Of Wealth

The continuing debt crisis that appears to threaten our government is puzzling at first glance. After all, the government ran up its debt during the good times.In the 2000s house prices rocketed due to cheap credit, planning controls and the colonisation of our country by immigrants. (More bodies on the ground equals more economic activity equals more tax receipts)
This led to a bubble in house prices, which meant that many young people struggled to afford their own home.
The subsequent actions by our government since 2008 makes no sense if you consider the ‘economy’ to be a matter of equal concern to us all, that the aim of the 'economy' is to make us all richer. And if you view capitalism as the same thing as free trade you must be sorely bemused. And the actions of the state must appear strange to those who love Big Mother. 
The state on the one hand, and the economy of private wealth on the other, is in reality a two headed monster called the Hierarchy; - and its servants are the managerial class, the officer class.
Capitalism is not about the creation of wealth, but about the transfer of wealth from the powerless to the powerful.
The debt crisis and the growth of the supervisory state is the culmination of the Thatcherite Counter Revolution, when Authority acted when it feared that its power was slipping away.
In the seventies the world was not getting poorer, but the centres of power were getting weaker. Throughout Africa, America and Europe existing military bureaucratic power structures were feeling shaky.
Mrs. Thatcher was not good friends with General Pinochet because she was in favour of free trade. She proclaimed competition, but she supported domination.
In England, the eighties boom only encompassed the south east of the country. Creative accountancy was mistaken for wealth creation, and debt was mistaken for wealth.
The political power of manufacturing and industry was destroyed.
Now the peasants stagger under the weight of high taxes and debt.
Interest rates remain low to service government debt, but, not unreasonably, banks do not want to offer loans to small companies. Unlike government, small companies cannot raise taxes or print money.
Savings and wages are chipped away each year, transferring our wealth to the powerful.
Capitalism is the state. It is the monarch’s head on your pound coin. The debt servitude of the people is caused by taxation, as it always has been.
You are the enemy of the bureaucracy, you are the suspect.
The debt crisis is not a crisis of the capitalist system, it is not a crisis of the state. It is the triumph of the bureaucrats.

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death - W.B. Yeats

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above:
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love:
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

Freedom, The Acid Test - Sundays With John Ball

'It was for freedom that Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore and be not subject again to a yoke of slavery.'

The concept of freedom is at the heart of Christianity. We are counted righteous in God's eyes, through Christ. Christ paid the price of our Redemption. He is our Redeemer. He paid the price to set us free.
Redemption is the price that is paid to buy a slave out of bondage.
We were slaves, but now we are set free.
Free from what?
Free from hopelessness and despair; free from the fear of death free, from death both before and after physical death; free from the prison of selfishness we can look outward and upward; free from the slavery of sin (we will not be perfect in this life, but we are no more sin's helpless slave).
Free to do what?
Free to give, free to love. Free to live life to the full, because we know God's Law, but we are not condemned by it. God reveals Himself in His Law, and to follow it in deed and spirit is indeed freedom. The security of God's love, the security given by the framework of His Law, the knowledge that we will not be punished, that we are free from the carrot and stick allows us to break out and live to the full, to shrug off the weight of sin and despondency from our shoulders and walk tall, to walk with God, like a man, not like your Atheist's Monkey.
We can love freely, without compulsion. To love freely, unconditionally is childlike. Too love freely is Christlike.
Yes, the false prophets hate the word freedom, like they hate the word love.
The acid test, if you want to know the faithfulness of your preacher or prophet, see if he talks about love and freedom!
If he talks about obedience and punishment you know that he is a Servant of Satan.

Living on Welfare

From the Autobiography of  Malcolm X.

'My mother began to receive two checks - a Welfare check and, I believe, a widow's pension. The checks helped. But they weren't enough, as many of us as there were. When they came, about the first of the month, one always was already owed in full, if not more, to the man at the grocery store. And, after that, the other one didn't last long.
We began to go swiftly downhill. the physical downhill wasn't as quick as the psychological. My mother was, above everything else, a proud woman, and it took its toll on her that she was accepting charity. And her feelings were communicated to us.
.........She would talk back sharply to the state Welfare people, telling them that she was a grown woman, able to raise her children, that it wasn't necessary for them to keep coming around so much, meddling in our lives. And they didn't like that.
But the monthly Welfare check was their pass. They acted as if they owned us, as if we were their private property. As much as my mother would have liked to, she couldn't keep them out. She would get particularly incensed when they began insisting on drawing us older children to one side, one at a time, out on the porch or somewhere, and asking us questions, or telling us things - against our mother and against each other.
We couldn't understand why, if the state was willing to give us packages of meat, sacks of potatoes and fruit, and cans of all kinds of things, our mother obviously hated to accept. We really couldn't understand. what I later understood was that my mother was making a desperate effort to preserve her pride - and ours.
Pride was just about all we had  to preserve.........
And now we were among them. At school, the 'On Relief ' finger suddenly pointed at us, too, and sometimes it was said aloud.

Let The Men Serve

Mary Malone writes;
In a world of parallel lines it is often forgotten that marriage is there for the sake of women.
Clearly, once men are allowed to shirk their responsibilities and get divorced, marriage is seriously undermined.
It is in women's nature to have children. Loving and nurturing the young is a matter of instinct. It is what most women do at some time of their lives.
Clearly, being pregnant, giving birth, feeding the young, educating the children are all exhausting and time consuming activities.
It is very difficult to bring up a child on your own.
There are a number of options. Often a woman can call on her mother, or other female friends. Or she can buy help by paying women who are strangers to help her, while she herself goes out to work.
She can maintain her dependency on her parents, or claim from the state, but whatever she does she depends on somebody.
Independence is an idea, dependency is the reality.
The reality is that we all need each other.
A woman can treat the biological father of her children as merely a sperm donor, but that seems a waste of a good strong man.
A man is somewhat removed from the immediate reality of the children. He does not carry the child in his body. What better way of tying him in, than giving him some interest in his children by marrying him and giving his name to the children.
Of course, a woman can go it alone, but why not enjoy the great adventure of bringing up your children with the father of your children?
Two heads are better than one, a problem shared is a problem halved, two bodies are warmer than one.
Sometimes girls like to go out hunting, and boys like to play with dolls, but our gender does have a huge role in who we are, and most girls become mothers.
Two parents are better than one. She cannot go hunting, however much she wants, when she has to feed the babies. Much better to tie in a man, much better to let him serve you.
For that is what marriage is, the service of man to woman.
It is in a woman's nature to have a child. It is in a man's nature to serve the woman.
Only a fool will spurn men and their gifts.

Caged Bears

Looking at things from a sort of fourteenth century  point of view I can see that you have lots of things. What is really amazing is that you don’t make any of them.
A lot of these things that you possess are made in far away lands. A few are made in these parts, but what is almost certain is that you don’t know the people who made your things.
Yes, how times have changed, and not always for the best!
Back then, a village was an almost self contained  community. There are always some things you cannot make yourself, so we would swap with other folk, exchanging with coins or just with stuff, or just giving from our abundance.
For example, my friend Peter Piper would make me a new whistle sometimes. When he did I would go into the forest and get the wood for him, and I would bring back a couple of hares for his pot too.
But nobody does that sort of things these days. Everything is sort of  'removed'.
Here in the twenty first century I rarely see a hare. When I walk out in the woods all is empty and quiet.
In my day the woods were full of life. There weren’t any bears or wolves any more, so it was pretty safe to go out there any time. There were, of course, places that powerful people didn’t want you to go, but in our parts there was plenty of common land to go round.
Not only could we collect nuts and berries on the common land, but we could dig out coal, and collect wood, gather eggs, find herbs and medicines and feed our animals.
The forest was a great banquet the Lord had set before us.
And then there was the land around the village which we would farm.
Yes, in those days we slept in our huts, but we lived on the land.
Nowadays you live in your huts too, like caged bears!
You are kept away from the land. You walk on some of the land and look at it like you watch your screens, but you do not live on the land, with the land. You don’t eat it, drink it, smell it, taste it, surround yourself with it till it becomes a part of you.
Sometimes you view it as if you were looking at a picture, like on one of your screens, but you do not wear the land, clothe yourself with the earth.
When I look at you, I see you naked, landless, distanced from God’s creation.                

Self Servants

Most of the time, the abysmal ‘service’ we peasants receive from the Police and other Self Servants goes unremarked in the press.  Only when the abuses are so gross they can no longer be covered up with threats of litigation, or when the case involves a public figure does the public hear about it. These abuses are presented as the exception rather than the rule.
Such is the case with Andrew Mitchell, the former government Chief Whip, previously the chief dispensing agent of government  'Aid' to neo colonial governments, who unusually, has been treated like a common person by the police force.
The police are currently investigating a number of their own officers, but when Mr. Mitchell first managed to demonstrate that the Police were stitching him up, Bernard Hogan-Howe, the police commissioner of the Metropolitan Police said:

“I don’t really think from what I’ve heard up to now that it’s really affected the original account of the officers at the scene……There’s nothing I have seen in this fresh information that causes me to doubt that original account.”

Similar statements are made by countless thousands of so-called public servants throughout the land.
I myself have heard similar words from government officials, when flying in the face of the obvious, they act in what they perceive to be the best interests of their institution and their career, and what is to my detriment.
(I'm sure we all have our tale to tell.)
The interests of their career are usually the best interests of the hierarchical gang that they work for.
Self-serving corrupt officials treat the average peasant as the enemy.
In Mr. Mitchell’s case, it always did seem unlikely that he called a policeman a pleb rather than a plod.
The state is a collection of vested interests that interfere in your every day existence. Government is hierarchically structured and based on violence and self interest. Good will, the gift economy, honesty, are the government's enemy. And so are you.
'There is no such thing as society,' Mrs. Thatcher once said. When government replaces society as the collectivity of people, then the people have been conquered, they are a subject people.
The government's business is power. It is inherently corrupt. Corruption is its nature. Corruption is its purpose.

Escape To Lonely Street

Millions of people take recreational drugs. Millions more take mind bending drugs on prescription from the doctor.
Thousands of children in this country, mostly boys, are given drugs because they don’t like to sit still in the day prison called school where they have been sent to learn obedience. Their healthy young limbs yearn to climb the trees and run in the fields, they yearn to learn the skills of living, but they are condemned to passivity and obedience.
If they don’t fit in with the system, if they fidget too much, they are drugged up, sent to the solitary confinement of their own private hell.
For Authority adults are a potential problem too. Cameras, surveillance, security guards, identity checks, are in place for our own safety. For all that, people sometimes manage to get together for a beer, though it is getting less frequent. Instead we are encouraged to bolt the door and settle down in safety in the company of a screen. Feel safe, be safe, as the local constabulary like to encourage us.
Drinking alone is the modern way.
But drinking alcohol has always been a social activity. Alcohol loosens the inhibitions. You talk too much, you say things you regret, you may end up punching someone, or having sex with someone who you normally wouldn’t look at twice, but at least when you drink you communicate.
On the other hand, drugs are terribly lonely.
Drugs alter your mind, and your trip is entirely private.
Drugs are a one way trip down Lonely Street.
Just switch on the television and see! According to the recent UK census a teenager is more likely to have a television in their bedroom than their own father in the house.
How did we get to be like this?
Children are reared in the values of self-loathing. Families are despised. Children are assumed to be sexually promiscuous. No more lovers, just fuck buddies. There is no ceremony to the sacred act of love.
Parents are just people you may happen to live with. You are educated by the screen and the teacher.
You have no role to play, no work to do.
Love is an appetite, a love affair is just a passing thrill, to be pasted into the scrap book of tired experiences, a sensation based on the lonely self, a pornographic relationship of mutual masturbation.
There is no notion of serving, no idea of giving. The person who gives is ingenuous, the person who trusts is a fool.
‘Above us only sky’. No God and no love and absolutely no meaning.
Just confusion and the grim inevitability of death.
Escapism is the only reality, the ever diminishing return of drugs and pornography.
Trapped in the hell of the self, medicated man goes insane.

Cesare Pavese - Lavorare Stanca

Here are some of Cesare Pavese, along with a loose translation from the Italian by your humble Peasant.

Traversare una strada per scappare di casa
lo fa solo un ragazzo ma quest’uomo che gira
tutto il giorno le strade, non e piu un ragazzo
e non scappa di casa.

Ci sono d’estate
pomeriggi che fino le piazze son vuote, distese
sotto il sole che sta per calare, e quest’uomo, che giunge
per un viale d’inutile piante, si ferma.
Val la pena esser solo, per essere sempre piú solo?
Solamente girarle, le piazze e le strade
sono vuote. Bisogna fermare una donna
e parlarle e deciderla a vivere insieme.
Altrimenti, uno parla da solo. E per questo che a volte
c’è lo sbronzo notturno che attaca discorsi
e racconta i progetti di tutta la vita.

Non è certo attendendo nella piazza deserta
che s'incontra qualcuno, ma chi gira le strade,
si sofferma ogni tanto. Se fossero in due,
anche andando per strada, la casa sarebbe dove c'é quella dona e varrebbe la pena.
nella notte la piazza ritorna deserta
e quest'uomo, che passa, non vede le case
tra le inutile luci, non leva piú gli occhi;
sente solo il selciato che han fatto altri uomini
dalle mani indurite, come sono le sue
Non è giusto restare sulla piazza deserta.
Ci sara certamente quella donna per strada
che, pregata vorrebbe dar mano alla casa.


Only a boy crosses the street to run away from home, but this man who is wandering the streets all day long, is no longer a boy and he isn’t escaping his home.

There are some summer afternoons when even the town squares, beaten down by the sun, are empty of people, but this man who seeks shade under the useless trees and stops.
What is the point in walking alone, only to be ever more alone?
Alone he wanders through the empty streets.
He needs to stop a woman, and speak to her, and persuade her to live together with him.
Otherwise, he will be talking to himself
Like some drunk who will talk endlessly, on and on about the plans he once had.

But he’s not going to meet a woman, hanging around the deserted square, so he walks through the streets, stopping abruptly from time to time.
If only they were two, walking through the streets, and in his home there would be that woman, and everything would be worthwhile.
At night the square is still empty, and this man who walks along, does not see the houses amongst the useless lights; he doesn’t raise his eyes to see:
Alone, he feels beneath his feet the pavement that other men with calloused hands have made, with hands like his own.
It’s not right to stay in that deserted square.
Out there in the streets that woman is surely walking too, who, if she were asked, would be only too glad to give him a hand at home.

Charity - Sundays With John Ball

One idea that is central to the Christian faith, the teachings of Christ, and the life of Christ, is Charity.
In some modern translations Charity is translated as Love. Unfortunately Love is too vague for such a great word as Charity.
Charity is giving in love.
Charity is the love we give to each other, not just those small tender words which are so important, but  the practical active love of providing for each other.
Charity is what God gives us through Jesus Christ. Christ's action of dying on the cross for us is the supreme act of charity, the supreme act of God's love. Through Christ's sacrifice we know that God is love.
God’s love is ever giving. He judges, but does not condemn. He provides us with all our needs. His love is unconditional. His love is life itself.
Jesus frequently told his disciples not to worry about material wealth, just to keep on giving.
Give all your money away. That seems like an act of insane faith in this age of buy and sell, this age of individuals isolated by their position in the Hierarchy, individuals used to looking out for themselves. But in the days of Christian communities that were genuine communities, giving was genuinely liberating, rather than merely suicidal.
Give no thought for the morrow. Just keep on giving, whether its your coins to Caesar, or your Widow’s Mite.
It was like floating on air, or walking on water.
It doesn't matter who you give to, rich or poor, powerful or weak, just give what you can. There's no need to means test your giving.
Yes, by letting His Son, indeed Himself, bear the burden of our sin, God gave us His supreme love, the greatest act of Charity the world has ever known.
And through his love we can return to Eden, to God’s world before the Fall, before the loss of faith, before the idolatry of Adam and Eve.
It is our lack of faith, our turning inwards that leads to the tyranny of hierarchy and authority. Our lack of faith is our sin, our lack of trust in God, our idolatry of ourselves, our passivity, our selfishness. But through faith in Jesus we can return to the state of grace before the Fall, a state of unrestrained Charity.  

Marching Men

Sherwood Anderson wrote his strange and  insightful novel, Marching Men, between the years 1906 and 1913. He saw the yearning of modern men for 'order' and the feeling of exultation the powerless individual feels when melded into the powerful mass. He foresaw the fatal years to come when the entire European and Anglo Saxon worlds, not to speak of much of the Far East, were peopled by men in uniform, when Man's greatest ambition appeared to be nothing more than to  become part of a vast killing machine under the orders of a homoerotic leader who demanded his submission and worship.
Marching Men was published in 1917, the same year that the great Progressive, Woodrow Wilson, brought the United States into the Great War, turning the Great Democracy into a police state that silenced and imprisoned opponents of America's involvement in a European war.
In this passage Anderson explains his admiration for those who wield the lash, and sympathy for those who yearn for death, those who love order and hate harmony. 

'In France after the great revolution and the babbling of many voices talking of the brotherhood of man it wanted but a short and very determined man with an instinctive knowledge of drums, of cannons and of stirring words to send the same babblers screaming across open spaces, stumbling through ditches and pitching headlong into the arms of death. In the interest of one who believed not at all in the brotherhood of man they who had wept at the mention of the word brotherhood died fighting brothers.
In the heart of all men lies the love of order. How to achieve order out of our strange jumble of forms, out of democracies and monarchies, dreams and endeavours is the riddle of the Universe and the thing that in the artist is called the passion for form and for which he also will laugh in the face of death is in all men. By grasping that fact Caesar, Alexander, Napoleon and our own Grant have made heroes of the dullest clods that walk and not a man of all the thousands who marched with Sherman to the sea but lived the rest of his life with a something sweeter, braver and finer sleeping in his soul than will ever be produced by the reformer scolding of brotherhood from a soap-box. The long march, the burning of the throat and the stinging of the dust in the nostrils, the touch of shoulder against shoulder, the quick bond of a common, unquestioned, instinctive passion that bursts in the orgasm of battle, the forgetting of words and the doing of the thing, be it winning battles or destroying ugliness, the passionate massing of men for accomplishment -- these are the signs, if they ever awake in our land, by which you may know you have come to the days of the making of men.'

Capitalism, The Highest Stage Of Patriarchy

Mary Malone writes;

Capitalism is the numbering of every object, the quantifying of every action.
An action is the affirmation of an individual's power. Once that action has been quantified and numbered it can be taxed, and the action is transformed into capital and expropriated by Patriarchy and its managers.
A small fragment of that person’s power is returned to them in the form of wages. In early capitalist Patriarchy women have little or no wages and hence little or no power. So, women have to beg, cajole or perform to wheedle money, the tokens of expropriated power, from men.
In the more advanced economies (those economies with the greatest degree of passivity amongst the population) women often earn a wage, but there is an even greater Denial of Woman.
Women's activities have been expropriated. The whole of society is colonised by capital. Child care, health care, the enjoyment of music, the making of clothes, medicine, the cooking of meals,  the forming of opinions, the dreams and aspirations of every individual are centralized by capital and then redistributed by the managers of power.
The early stage of capitalism, that of capital formation, is marked by the brutal subjugation and pacification of the native working class or the indigenous population and of women too. Land that belongs to everyone is taken away and turned into the private domain of the managers of capital. This has been the same the world over. Without access to land people become dependent.
The capitalist patriarchal state takes the independent power of the peasantry and transforms it into negative power, that is violence.
The capitalist patriarchal state turns activity into passivity.
In the past thirty years we have seen the mask of capitalist patriarchy slip, as the most advanced countries grow their economies, not through increased wealth creation, but through the colonizing and capitalizing of all human activity.
The inevitable consequence of capitalism and patriarchy is poverty and dependency, and the ever increasing Denial of Woman.

Turning The Gun On Themselves

There will always be an undercurrent of violence in a society that worships the gun.
There was such a situation in Europe until the Second World War. Europeans had spent many, many years massacring 'less advanced' peoples, murdering and enslaving those with less centralized political systems, whose priorities and technologies were less concentrated on murder and theft. Europeans, and particularly its ruling classes, claimed a cultural superiority based on conquest. Eventually, driven mad by their wickedness, they turned their guns on each other.
Early in the twentieth century Europe was full of idiots in uniform. Rulers liked to be seen in public wearing a uniform. Having gained its sense of superiority from its ability to murder, Europe was gripped by an ecstasy of death.
People subsumed their individuality in the mass of followers, marching all together to the orgasmic annihilation of death. In their worthlessness they welcomed pain, they embraced destruction.
‘Viva la Muerte’ was their cry, these faithless ones, these disciples of death.
The destruction of the Second World War seemed to calm people down. There were, of course many who still saw the uniformed man as a hero or a tragic figure, though most of us preferred peace and prosperity.
But in the United States of America the obsession with violence continues. Violence is actively promoted by the American regime.
The American regime is a rogue state dominated by its military. It exports violence.
America’s most successful manufacturing sector is its weapons industry. Weapons are showcased in Iraq and other unfortunate places and the tyrants of the earth eagerly snap them up. It is better to be a customer than a showcase.
For the United States capitalism does not mean trade, it does not mean competition, it means conflict and domination.
It is a society that sells its psychopathic films to the world via its American owned cinema chains.
Film after film shows the conflict between good, that is ‘us’ and bad, that is ‘the Other’. It is a conflict that can only be resolved through violence, through the death and destruction of the Other. The same basic plot runs through countless films, whether science fiction or war or whatever.
‘The Other’ is unreasonable, not 'us'. ‘The Other’ never listens, except when he hears the whistle of our humanitarian bullet. Might is Right, Might is Moral.
Now, like Europe a century ago, America is turning its violence on itself. Its government treats its citizens like a conquered population. Drugs, prison, surveillance. Like the old Europeans, Americans are reaping what they sow.
  

Nutters With Guns

There are moves in America to reinforce the State's monopoly on violence by severely limiting private gun ownership. Not surprisingly Americans agonise over random shootings, but the surprise is not the occasional shooting in a school here and there, but that there are not more shootings.
That the society of the self centred, the loner, the person who knows the kiss of desire but not the kiss of tenderness, the call of possession, not the call of freedom, should throw up the occasional psychopath is not to be marvelled at.
A world of regulation throws up detached irresponsible people.
They are hemmed in at every step, controlled, monitored, drugged, taught to see themselves as sick and yet at the same time the centre of the universe.
They are taught to believe in their own importance, when clearly they are not important to anyone but themselves.
Nobody really cares about them, except possibly their parents, if they are lucky.
It is not surprising that they are full of self pity and hate.
Normally, these overgrown children, raised for dependency and dumb obedience, a generation of zombies shuffling numbly and nastily from one automated task to another, can let off their fury by binge eating and playing video games, and if they still cannot fill the unforgiving minute the doctor will drive the evil thoughts from their brains with some medication.
Does gun control make sense?
Who does the controlling? Those Who Know Better Than Us?
A hierarchical society is a society of the irresponsible, a society of children. Guns only make sense in a free society. A free society depends on its own militia for its defence. Only tyrants want to take those guns away.
People in a free society are responsible. But America is not a free country. Zombies cannot be free, especially fat zombies. Children cannot be responsible. They like to eat sweets and have fun. They like to be naughty sometimes. And the children are stuffed full of mind bending drugs. There are 6.4 million American children on drugs for ADHD. One out of five male secondary school students in the USA, overwhelmingly working class kids, have been diagnosed with ADHD. They are drugged up to the eyeballs,  prepared for a life of drug dependency and passivity which will later land them in jail.
Should you let these children play with guns? Of course not.
But who are the adults in this hierarchy of repression and irresponsibility and where are they?

Vertical Nutters

Back in the fourteenth century the nutters and psychopaths were in the army, somebody’s army, somewhere.
These furious men were the foot soldiers of the robber barons. Instead of doing anything productive they preferred  to spend their days burning and looting.
These days wars are fought with high technology weapons that enable the nutters to massacre people in relative safety.
There are certain situations that breed psychopaths and the vertical society of the hierarchs with its regimentation and its reward and punishment is breeding ground number one for murder, rape and torture.
For the last three hundred years western civilization has been destroyed by the intensification of the principle of expropriated power.
Factory discipline and compulsory ‘education’ made the First World War possible.
The Second World War was grimly inevitable in a world of degraded beings who only knew how to goosestep in time.
Break a child like you break a dog, they used to say.
It’s different now, not so brutal, more drugs, less dogs, more fun, less pain, more carrot, less stick.
But if anything, society is more regimented than ever. Very few people work independently. Nearly everyone has a boss. Many, many people are direct dependants of the state.
In a vertical society we have social relations based on domination. We have a boss, we obey. We are managers, we are obeyed. In a vertical society we are in conflict with our neighbour, we compete with our neighbour, we do our neighbour down. We see a neighbour and we see what small advantage we can gain.
Perhaps our gain is just a small thing. Perhaps they simply amuse us. But there is little that binds us except mutual exploitation.
In a vertical society there is only the ‘I’, standing all alone.
In a society with horizontal social relations we co-operate with our neighbour, we are able to have friends.
But in a world of obedience people become things, commodities who consume and are consumed. Like the soldier we only relate to the puppeteer who pulls our strings. Friendship is well nigh impossible.
Non aggression pacts are the best we can hope for.
Even marriage is redefined by the government as two people who enjoy each others company in a sexual way, that’s all. Jerking each other off is about all that remains of marriage.
Isotoped and atomic, isolated and atomized, emptiness inside and out, the children of the hierarchs, seven billion of us, going mad in our loneliness with people all around us.
The nutters, the depraved, the degenerate, the damned were in the army once. Now they are all around us, everywhere. Drugged up and psychotic, unable to relate to each other, we are all nutters now.