A successful propaganda regime will fr’ever have its targets looking exactly where they want them to, which’d be a need-to-know if regarding how & when theirselves are manipulated into thinking a certain way about certain others or, in the aggregate, apparently alternative propaganda regimes. Most unfortunately, I assume (or paradoxically, I reckon), we entities stem from an either/or process of growth into twits whose binary blinders thwart an appreciation of even overt overtones via basic rhetorical suppositions. So it certainly is no surprise that the not necessarily all that clever concealment of client regime activities does not give broad rise to questions that result in anything but jumping on the only other bandwagon that appears available. <Let’s call that an overdue Sundae wink;-)
Respective to the arbitrary boundaries that go a long way toward preventing people from seeing what they have in common while indoctrinating identifieds into thinking that at least one set of enemies of their perceived enemies is friendlier than the latter enemy, Amerigo’s playin’ Americants as much if not more now than it ever has, and the rib-thorn du jour is don’d facile-i-tater. If dude was seen as dangerous by the Home Houses as is presented in the press, they wouldn’t be extending the Authorities of His Office once conceived illegal and neo-continuing cartel blanche behavior that never results in less danger in anyone’s hands, whether in the schools at home or along enhanced firing ranges abroad. You’d think a relationship with an evil Prince was just inked out of thin oil — that roughly Twelve Governments heretofore had not been in lockstep ruinous roid-rage.
Much is accomplished with a length of lexemes & evocative imagery served with Bernays spread liberally between well-heeled slices of bread. The central success of the adverted misinformation industry was in convincing already established industries of its indispensability. Not that there be not overlapping interests to be lapped up; the latest of the latest displays no distinctions. In a sense it’s kind of comforting so many are immunized to the dutifully overdriven, distorted details.
May we accentuate our positive interaction with fellow beings of the world, successfully strive to be aware of and avoid negative interactions with the same, and mitigate any potential- or by default damaging behavior to the environs thereabout. May this Sundae service be sweet.
The problem as I see it, as I think you know, is that the alternative presented is the same as it always is: a declaration of A or B. The multiparty system here does not avert that, largely because of coalition building (the CDU (read: Republicans) and the SPD (read Democrats) have just built yet another grand coalition that renders real opposition so far to the margins that we may as well just have the Queen). It would appear that this form of false-dichotomous democracy both here & there & everywhere has been enough to stave off a certain kind of extremity — (if we’re willing to discount the extremity as it is represented in our militarist policies, which are in spite of all rhetoric anything but partisan, and our rich-favoring policies, as represented by both parties jockeying for financial favor from one or another rent-seeking class of assholes, or as it is represented by the standard American oh-so reasonable respect for law & order in spite of the evidence of its fascist tendencies) — but only for so long.
That is: I believe most people who wouldn’t posit this as fact know full well this is where we’ve been headed. If you do not address the outright exploitation of people around the world and at home, and continue to pretend that the lesser-evil approach to electoral politics can continue unabated, eventually the most odious of the aforementioned spectrum will congeal & coalesce by obligatory scientific cause & effect. While it’s true that here the coalition building aspect can keep the storm troopers of a certain kind of uniform from taking over houses of government, it doesn’t mean they cannot curry favor. And, as I said, we have storm troopers of a different uniform already, increasingly militarized police forces who are not by my estimation Officer Friendlies, but people who think they are because of their uniform deserving of respect.
The A/B choice currently being forced upon all of us around the globe is nationalism vs. globalism. Neither one of these options as presented is remotely less than awful, but the reasonable anti-globalist factions (to the extent that such exist) are so marginalized by the exclusionary politics, media, and resultant culture that there may as well be no democracy. Indeed, the options, as they were, are not presented so much as dictated.
Here, as there, the only thing that people with their grubby fingers grabbing at the strings of anticipated power care about regarding Poo-tin — to take the Zeitgeist as example — is getting into another country to continue the disasterous policies of toppling the likes of Iraq and Libya. The disaster is by bipartisan design, of course, as indeed is even Don President’s new torturer-in-chief of what’s portrayed as American intelligence the doing of his predecessor’s “looking forward not back”. You might as well say that Bo Rama and all of his apologists were looking forward to her tenure. His choice to let these folks who tortured folks off the hook for the ostensible sake of healing and unity was a calculated move on every imaginable level of the eleven dimensional checkerboard. Just like incrementally privatizing schools and prisons and monetizing everything in between including healthcare, while somehow managing to look darling doing it, at least to his class of courtier who swooned at his family’s every move and continue to yearn for his yesterday.
None of these putative players give a fuck about you or me, or the danger of Russian influence, or the Syrian population – any more than did the dyed-in-the-wool brutal American murderers for their victims fifty years ago yesterday.
Were that too not the consequence of a bipartisan-based global policy meant to curtail, oddly enough, the same enemy’s influence, and dictated as a choice at the ballot box, it could not have led to the no-less heinous slaughter of over a million more Vietnamese victims — a number any neo-fascist newcomer political party would be proud to quibble with.
„Ist die Ruhe um?“—The Glam Squad, Gladiography (Veröffentlichungsdatum unbekannt)
Gestern ist der Zukunftsweg. Jeder einzelne Tunken Berliner, der neu in Donut-kreis der Hauptstadt auch-tauft, ist ein untrügliches Wahrzeichen dafür, dass diese Lokalkette ihre bettelarm Sklavenlohn-schufter auwacka-weise nicht nur mit Touris zu überhäufen hoffen. Nicht als hätten alle waschechte Berliner was gegen die Pfannkuchen-eintunkerei-erei, aber gerade in diesen Kaffee? Schrippen stippen? Wohl kaum, wa?
Doch, doch! Herrje, herrje! Man meinte, die sich nun nah dreißigjährig fortbestehende Kopp-kluft zwischen Ost und West innerhalb Berlin so gut wie nicht existierend einstufen läßt, von Akademikern, die nun ja mit sachbezogenen Stichprobe-berlinern geredet haben.
Stallgeruch: Mehr als jeder Dritte sowohl aus Friedrichshagen wie auch Friedenau findet die hierzu gratis Lorke aus dem Tunken Berlinern gut bis sehr gut — alle vier alt- wie neu-Friedrichshainer sogar hervorragend. Zumal Weddinger und Weißenseer treffen drauf gerne wieder. Na gut, deren Daten stützen auf Statistiken einer Marktstudie. Jedenfalls wurde willige Teilnehmer mit Anschrift diesseits Dahlem befragt. Ob dabei die ausstehende Mehrzahl ähnliches wie „Wat de Muckefuck”?! von sich gab?
Wer meinte, die Werbebranche schummelt nicht, verdient von der Zahlensalon seinen Lebensunterhalt. Wer glaubt, dass sich Akademiker Stories nicht aus den abzählenden Fingern saugen, sollte mal die Geschichtsbücher aus aller Herren Staaten via close reading allumfassend vergleichen. Die Leitfrage paraphrasiert, was und wer wird nimmer gefragt, wer gilt gar nie oder zählt überhaupt nicht?
Der Journalist möchte keinen Limerick aus ‘ner Tragödie machen, deswegen wird berichtet, im „Tümpel” werde es sein, woraus eine Leiche geborgen wurde. Im folgenden Absatz darf es wohl als Teich bezeichnet, allerdings nur in direkter Zusammensetzung mit einem Totem oder ähnlich irrendem Beschön-sinn.
„Ahnte, schwante, tut die Tante,
schlechte Note, Schuldenquote.”—’aus der Grotte
Keiner schaut bei ihm vorbei. Oder, wie es gerade geht, den Umstanden entsprechend, hinein zwischen der Raumdecke aus der Brückenunterseite, und der von den vier Wänden, die nicht zu dieser Decke hinaufreicht. Daraus kommt das Loch vom Schlupfloch. Da oben, neben den rockend un’ rollenden Zwei- bis Zwölfrädern, ist auch eine Bushaltestelle, wo es kräftig quietscht. Die leere Lastkraftwagen rütteln aber am dollsten durch. Besuch aber nicht.