A
NUMBER OF people have asked me why I withdrew so suddenly from the
blogosphere last December and why I have been mostly absent since then,
not only posting nothing significant in this space but making only
minimal contributions to websites I formerly frequented daily.
As with so many things human, the answer is complicated. It has at least three parts.
The first of these, the fulcrum upon which fate leveraged everything that followed, was as I said at the time “a conjunction of obligations and disasters.”
My
obligations were to write, photograph, edit and produce the monthly
newsletter that serves the community of elderly and disabled people in
which I reside, and – at the same time –to help a friend with a suddenly essential project that had to be completed by 31 December.
The
initial disaster was the death of my computer's printer, chiefly
because I cannot edit my own writing effectively on a monitor. I'm not
sure what the problem is that causes me to miss so many errors when I
try to edit on-screen, but I am certain it has to do with only seeing a
small part of the text at one time and also with being dyslexic.
Hence I if I am to write for OAN
(or for any other medium in which it is imperative I not look like an
illiterate idiot, a muddle-headed moron or a geezer doddering into
dotage), I need the printer to provide me text I can edit in the
traditional copy-desk manner, green visor, pica stick and all. I mark
the corrections on the paper. Then – like an old-time Linotype operator
(one of the many categories of highly skilled workers who were flung
into permanent joblessness by that electronic scab known as the
computer) – I type the changes into the virtual text.
As
I do so I hope desperately I do not make other errors – for example the
dyslexic but comically literal “fucendate” (from “fecundate”), or the
arthritic-fingered blunder that turns “working press” into “wormking
press.”
(I
leave it to you readers to decide the Freudian appropriateness of
“wormking press” as it applies to the so-called “mainstream media” of
the United States. Suffice it to say that in historical truth it is our
species' first wholly privatized Ruling Class propaganda machine, a
microcosm of the larger socioeconomic triumphs achieved in the U.S. by
Ayn Rand, Adolf Hitler and Josef Goebbels.
Remember
too – especially in the context of the warning to never eat yellow snow
– how this “main stream” functions to facilitate the trickle-down
economics in which we are all...well, er, drowning.)
Returning
to the circumstances of my departure, I had intended, as noted in
December, to resume blogging after the first of the year.
By
then, thanks to the continuing generosity of Adrienne, who was my
second wife and is now amongst my dearest friends, I had a new printer –
the highly rated Hewlett-Packard Envy 5530.
But
the new printer crashed my old computer, forcing me to undertake a
project I had long dreaded: replacing my old familiar machine with the
new, substantially more powerful but totally alien Samsung NP355E5C
Adrienne had given me the previous Christmas.
I
had not started using the new computer – in fact I had not even
unpacked it – because I knew from past experience the process of
changing computers would probably keep me off-line for at least a month.
And I wanted to re-start OAN before my absence cost me too many more readers.
Fate,
however, had other plans. The old computer could not be resurrected
without the expenditure of far more money than I had. Nurds here in Bill
Gates land charge as much as $265 per hour, and what the old computer
needed – a near-doubling of its random access memory plus upgrading from
an Ubuntu 10.10 operating system to the present Ubuntu 12-whatever –
would take many many many more hours than one.
That
was the bad news. The worse news was the crash had obliterated my
e-mail address book, which I have since been able to only partially
reconstruct.
The
most devastating news of all was that Samsung and Microshaft had cut a
maliciously monopolistic deal that made it impossible to reconfigure the
new laptop to run Ubuntu, which I had come to love for its clarity,
simplicity, intuitive protocols and a friendly discussion board to help
compu-ignoramuses like myself navigate its Nurdly esoterica.
Thus
I had to learn Microshaft Windows 8.1, which after running anything
Ubuntu was like being told the only allowable route to Portland, Oregon
was via New Orleans, Baltimore, Chicago and Hungry Horse, Montana rather
than by the direct route 143 miles (230 kilometers) south from Tacoma
on Interstate 5.
Finally,
near the end of March and with the help of two computer-savvy friends
and an auxiliary keyboard, I was able to run the Microshafted Samsung
without having to call for help every 15 minutes.
But on my 75th birthday – literally just as I was writing the preceding paragraph – yet another crisis arose.
For
the past six months, the faceless, mostly nameless executives who lord
it over the apartment complex in which I'm a tenant have been harassing
us with threats of a one-or-two-day temporary eviction, ostensibly so
the entire building can be renovated in the shortest time possible.
The temporary evictions, we are told, are non-negotiable.
But
the executives refuse to tell us when these evictions will occur – only
that we will have 48 hours notice to prepare, which of course means we
should box up our belongings now and then live as denizens of storage
lockers until management deigns to act.
Needless
to say, the dislocations we are suffering as a result are in some
respects worse than the life-disruptions of a full-fledged move to a new
address. At least with an address-change, there's a known schedule,
presumably with reasonable time for planning, packing and unpacking.
What
in landlord-speak is dismissed as a minor inconvenience is for us a
debacle. Add in that we're all either old and/or disabled, many of us
both, some genuinely fragile, and the stress and anxiety inflicted by
the temporary-eviction threats ramps up into the stroke-and-heart-attack
zone.
Moreover
the fact the need for such haste has never been explained combines with
the fact the neighborhood is a known gentrification target to evoke
strong suspicions we are being not-so-subtly encouraged to move
elsewhere.
Then
on my birthday – happy birthday from Jesus – we were hit with the
written threat of a $75-per-month rent increase and its unexpressed but
implicit and abjectly terrifying threat of instant homelessness.
Hence,
acting both as the volunteer founder and editor of the
apartment-complex newsletter and in my own defense, I consulted with a
local lawyer. On his advice, I wrote, assembled and filed a 51-page
formal complaint complete with 11 pages of narrative and 40 pages of
documentation.
Though
there is no effective tenant-protection apparatus in Washington state –
tenants here have probably fewer rights under state and local law than
anywhere else in the U.S. – the fact this particular apartment complex
was at least partly financed with federal funds means we may have some
rights under federal law.
Or
so the lawyer said. Hence the complaint – which took me 16 gruelingly
long 14-hour days to prepare – was mailed to U.S. Rep. Derek Kilmer
(Democrat/Washington state) on 13 April.
Truly
I have not worked so hard since I was a full-time investigative
reporter. Worse, it was the first time I had written about anything so
damnably complex since I quit tobacco, 20 years ago this coming 23
September. I was not even one day into the project when I began to fear I
could not finish the work without starting smoking again. Indeed I
became so fearful of yielding to nicotine seduction I enrolled in a
quit-smoking program offered by Group Health Cooperative, which is my
Medicare (health care) provider and in which I am a voting member.
My problem, as regular readers of OAN know, is that I am dyslexic.
In days of yore, when I was a member of the working press, my
two-and-one-half-pack-per-day cigarette addiction was a key part of my
compensatory mechanism.
The
nicotine one imbibes by smoking is a potent neurotransmitter, and one
of its deadly benefits – the oxymoron is deliberate – is that it
temporarily alleviates dyslexic dysfunction. It thereby evokes an
instantaneous clarity of expression that now without nicotine often
takes me hours – and sometimes literally days – to achieve.
In
the instance of the complaint to Congressman Kilmer, it took me a total
of 224 hours – the equivalent of 6.4 35-hour workweeks compressed into
16 days – to write a seven-sentence summary and a 5,000-word, 10-part
report and then to assemble the supportive documents. In the old days,
as a smoker, I'd have done the writing in maybe three days max and –
working no more than my usual seven-hour days – had the entire project
finished within a week.
But at last the complaint is now done and mailed.
Will our Democratic Congressman defend us? Or will he act upon his de facto Republican, military-industrial-complex ideology and throw us under the proverbial bus?
Surely we shall soon know the answer.
The
question is legitimate. Not only are we lower-income people. Because we
are elderly and/or disabled, we are truly surplus – no longer
supportable for profit.
And
now finally – for the first time since last December – I actually have
the time and energy and inclination to again start doing this blog
right.
***
IT
OCCURRED TO me last night because of an “I-hope-you-keep-writing” note
sent by a reader with the seemingly Eastern European name of Marija (as
in the late Marija Gimbutas), that perhaps the explanation for OAN's readership in Ukraine and Russia was its regular linkage to the accurate Consortium News reports of events therein.
Consortium News and Reader Supported News, a separate website that often republishes the Consortium
reports, are the only indigenous U.S. sources that dare reveal how the
USian Empire has imposed and is now defending its newest Nazi puppet
state.
These
websites also report how ethnic Russians are resisting the U.S./Nazi
onslaught with the same breathtaking courage as defined the Soviet partizanska
during World War II, which for the peoples of the U.S.S.R. was indeed
what it is called in Russia even now: “the Great Patriotic War against
Fascism.”
Could it be that due to electronic censorship by the U.S./Nazi regime in Kiev, OAN was one of the few reliably available sources of those Consortium and RSN reports?
Obviously I don't know. But the suspicion alone is enough to fill me with guilt for my nearly four-month absence.
Hence
my profuse apology if my personal problems made it more difficult for
Ukrainians and Russians to get those reports. Providing the relevant
links is a purpose – indeed an obligation – I will damn well take
seriously in the future.
***
YET ANOTHER REASON I withdrew – maybe the most important reason of all – I confess in a letter to a colleague here in Tacoma:
During
our recent telephone conversation my explanation of why I so suddenly
dropped out of sight was less than articulate. Like most men I find it
extremely difficult to talk about my own emotions, but unlike many men I
do possess some small skill at writing about such things. Hence this
hopefully more informative (and therefore more honest) explanation:
As you no doubt know from your work, as we approach our personal graveyards we often become brutally honest with ourselves. Though I have been in that general mode for several years, my brush with death via kidney infection and incipient septicemia last fall radically intensified the attendant process of self-evaluation.
When I was maybe 12 or 13, and without really giving it much thought, I adopted a Boy Scout rule – "always leave the campsite in better condition than you found it" – as the motivating principle of my life. For many years my choice was scarcely conscious, and I am only now realizing the extent to which it nevertheless ruled my most important decisions: how, for example, it prompted me to choose journalism and journalistic activism as my primary career.
But sitting one day last fall in Group Health hooked up to intravenous Cipro I had the darkest, most wrenching epiphany of my life: I realized that every cause to which I had committed time, energy and passion – including causes for which I sometimes willingly risked my life – has either failed or was later defeated.
As you no doubt know from your work, as we approach our personal graveyards we often become brutally honest with ourselves. Though I have been in that general mode for several years, my brush with death via kidney infection and incipient septicemia last fall radically intensified the attendant process of self-evaluation.
When I was maybe 12 or 13, and without really giving it much thought, I adopted a Boy Scout rule – "always leave the campsite in better condition than you found it" – as the motivating principle of my life. For many years my choice was scarcely conscious, and I am only now realizing the extent to which it nevertheless ruled my most important decisions: how, for example, it prompted me to choose journalism and journalistic activism as my primary career.
But sitting one day last fall in Group Health hooked up to intravenous Cipro I had the darkest, most wrenching epiphany of my life: I realized that every cause to which I had committed time, energy and passion – including causes for which I sometimes willingly risked my life – has either failed or was later defeated.
Organized
Labor is dead beyond any hope of resurrection. Today's U.S. is every
bit as racist as it was in the Jim Crow era. Women's reproductive rights
are being reduced to pre-Roe-v-Wade levels (and in most states have
already been abolished entirely). Vietnam taught us nothing. The
alternative press is no more (its electronic ghost is but a
flash-in-the-pan), and the mainstream press has been corrupted into the
most diabolically effective Josef Goebbels propaganda apparatus our
species has ever known. Meanwhile the Environmental Movement is so
impotent in the face of Christo-capitalist ecocide, it can do nothing to
protect us from becoming a doomed species on a dying planet.
The mental list continued, etc. ad nauseam for
the entire two hours I was in the clinic that day and continues to
haunt me – with the additional weight of shame for yielding to despair –
to this very minute.
In
other words, though I participated in probably 60 years of efforts to
leave the campsite of this nation and this planet in better shape than
it was, every one of those efforts failed abysmally.
Why then, I asked myself, should I squander the final years of my life fighting for causes that either have no possibility of ever winning or that – even if they might seem to achieve small victories – are certain to be undone by the now-unavoidable extinction of our species? (The newest projections of terminal climate change say we will have rendered our planet uninhabitable by mammalian life – and ourselves extinct – within a hundred years.)
Obviously I am still debating this most vexing of all personal questions, which is why I remain unable to commit to anything much beyond the demands of living day-by-day, hour-by-hour, minute-by-minute. Factor in the growing probability of a thermonuclear apocalypse resulting from U.S. provocations of Russia in the Ukraine and I often feel as if I am living, albeit in slow motion, the script of Nevil Shute's On the Beach. I therefore hope – because your friendship means a lot to me – you will forgive my angst-ridden retreat.
Why then, I asked myself, should I squander the final years of my life fighting for causes that either have no possibility of ever winning or that – even if they might seem to achieve small victories – are certain to be undone by the now-unavoidable extinction of our species? (The newest projections of terminal climate change say we will have rendered our planet uninhabitable by mammalian life – and ourselves extinct – within a hundred years.)
Obviously I am still debating this most vexing of all personal questions, which is why I remain unable to commit to anything much beyond the demands of living day-by-day, hour-by-hour, minute-by-minute. Factor in the growing probability of a thermonuclear apocalypse resulting from U.S. provocations of Russia in the Ukraine and I often feel as if I am living, albeit in slow motion, the script of Nevil Shute's On the Beach. I therefore hope – because your friendship means a lot to me – you will forgive my angst-ridden retreat.
(It is so foolishly easy, even thrust ever deeper as we are into the de facto
concentration camp Ayn Rand economics and total surveillance is making
of the USian homeland, to forget that others have it infinitely worse,
that for beleaguered people elsewhere, as in the eastern Ukraine,
yielding to despair is possible only if one is willing to submit to
immediate extermination. I understand this, not the least because of the
violently dangerous wretchedness of my childhood. Hence my oft repeated
statement that in times such as these, survival is itself an act of
revolutionary defiance. Hence too my hope I have sufficient strength I
do not falter again.)
***
BUT THE WEIGHT of despair is nevertheless undeniable. We are facing a magnitude of oppression that is unique in our species' experience. And if we are to survive it – which grows less likely every day – it will require evolution of an entirely new set of strategies and tactics.
This was the main point of my response to “Three Reasons Why the United States Is Broken, Bloated and Bleeding,” a Truthout
piece in which Pierce Nahigyan posits the astonishingly arrogant,
absurdly pompous argument all we need do to cure the nation's ills is
“have a serious conversation about the big idea: What we want the United States to be” – as if that alone would save our species from itself.
Needless to say, my retort was blistering.
Here is an excerpt, edited and condensed from four separate posts:
Alas, it is far too late to have “a serious conversation about the Big Idea."
Indeed
it has been too late since the Eleven Years of Political Murders (22
November 1963 to 13 November 1974), and the slayings of President
Kennedy, Malcolm X, Sen. Robert Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr., Fred
Hampton, Allison Krause, Jeffrey Miller, Sandra Scheuer, William
Schroeder, Phillip Gibbs, James Green and Karen Silkwood.
Everything
that has happened since then, the Patriot Act and the 2012 National
Defense Appropriations Act included, has been nothing more than what the
military calls a "mopping-up operation," the consolidation of victory,
albeit performed in slow motion lest Moron Nation awaken to what
obtains.
Though
the Occupy Movement was in fact an awakening, it was predictably
crushed. (For those of literary inclinations, our situation is identical
to that described in the Harry Turtledove short story called "The Last
Article," for which Google.
As a result there are now only two sorts of people in the United States.
There
are those like Mr. Nahigyan, who believe we are still allowed
significantly effective remnants of our former freedom and political
power, but who thus by their breathtaking ignorance prove themselves to
be utter fools if not victims of clinical delusion.
Then
there are those like Chris Hedges or myself who know enough history to
understand the USian Empire's technological supremacy means its de facto
Fourth Reich is forever – that is, until capitalist savagery and/or the
resultant nuclear war and/or environmental ruin reduces our species to
extinction.
Nor
will the oft-promised “technological solutions” ever save us. Murphy's
Law is absolute reality. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. And
scientists with their breathtakingly selfish arrogance are Murphy's most
devastating facilitators, witness Fukushima, Chernobyl, Three Mile
Island etc.
Though
it is considered heresy to say so, Rev. King's statement that the arc
of the universe moves toward justice is meanwhile proven to be the
biggest Big Lie of all time. In fact the reverse is true. The few
interludes of "justice" in human history are but fleeting sparks in an
infinity of darkness -- and the frequency and duration of those sparks
are in inverse proportion to technological development.
The more advanced the technology, the less it tolerates individual liberty.
Technology's ultimate function is thus proven by its consequences: it
is to grant our overlords ever-more-godlike powers and simultaneously
reduce ourselves to ever-more-abject powerlessness.
Besides
which there is the fact the notion of revolution is rendered
meaningless when it arises amongst a dying species on a dying planet.
Most
of us also fail to understand how revolutions succeed. The Germanic
risings against Rome succeeded because they were part of a
continent-wide onslaught that denied Rome any possibility of assistance
from without. Likewise Islam, again part of a continent-wide onslaught
that denied large parts of post-Roman Europe and finally Byzantium --
Constantinople -- any possibility of outside reinforcement. But in the
modern world -- as the Marxians themselves concluded -- such widespread
risings are impossible. Hence all revolutions have four requirements.
These are: (1)-ideological solidarity; (2)-leadership and organizational
discipline; (3)-access to, and know-how to use, extant military
technology; (4)-the intervention (or at least the clandestine
assistance) of a major power. In today's world, no revolution can
succeed without all four of these prerequisites in place.
The
movements that in the 20th Century dismantled the British Empire would
not have succeeded without Soviet and/or Chinese assistance. Gandhi's
pacifism was backed by the Red Army and its threat of violent
revolution. The Sepoy Mutiny of 1858 would never have occurred without
the agitation of Tsarist intelligence operatives. The American
Revolution of 1776 could not have succeeded without French assistance
and intervention. Nor would the Russian Revolution of 1917 have
succeeded without the clandestine help of Imperial Germany.
But
evolution of the requisite pre-revolutionary conditions is impossible
today and will remain so for as long as present-day surveillance
technology and weaponry exist. Thanks to that technology, the USian
Empire's total control of the world's economy is also total control of
the world's peoples.
Domestically,
the truly savage anti-intellectuality in which we have all been
conditioned since World War II means that no ideological solidarity is
possible beyond that organized by the Ruling Class: note the emergence
of the Tea Party and then of Occupy (of which I was part). Contrast the
two, and note why one has gone on to become an incipient Nazi Party,
while the other is dead beyond resurrection, torn apart as much by
forces within as it was crushed from without.
Conditions
abroad are even more hopeless: the instant the global surveillance
apparatus detects effective resistance, the Central Intelligence Agency
sends in its death squads (for the newest example of which see the
Ukraine reports below). Or take Venezuela: without the Soviet Union to
back it up, its progressive government is no more sustainable than the
proverbial snowball in hell. And there, of course, you have it: with the
collapse of the Soviet Union and the co-optation of China, any
realistic hope for humanitarian revolution or even humanitarian reform
anywhere on this planet died forever.
Those
who doubt this should remember the New Deal happened only after the
U.S. Ruling Class was terrified into concessions by the prospect of a
U.S. Communist revolution backed by the Red Army.
Any
Ruling Class responds only to force, and this is more true of the
Capitalist Ruling Class than of any of its historical counterparts – for
what is capitalism but infinite greed elevated to maximum virtue?
Thus
without the sort of leverage the USSR provided – even if there were not
the nullifying issue of a dying species on a dying planet –
humanitarian change is impossible. Thus too the unspeakable reality of
the present: the darkest, most hopeless epoch in all human experience.
But
our individual and collective powerlessness does not prohibit (and may
in fact encourage), small-scale community efforts to improve the
immediate circumstances of our lives. For example, an environmentalist
friend and comrade in Maine has reduced her mass-movement involvements
and refocused her efforts into teaching organic gardening methods to
individuals and grassroots organizations.. As she puts it, We the People
are so totally disempowered, all we activists can do now is work to
help our neighbors transcend the present and looming adversities and
thus live better lives.
The
essence of such efforts is embodied the Zen/Taoist phrase "nothing
special." Anything beyond that is grandiose if not delusional. But
ironically it is from reconfiguring the ordinary – the "nothing special"
– that true community is born, thereby transcending (and at least
potentially nullifying) the divisions hitherto inflicted by ideological,
ethnic, racial or sexual differences. Thus – when you think about it --
there is no greater, more effective antidote to capitalism than true
community.
(My
apology to the family of Allison Krause for misspelling her name in the
on-line version of this commentary, which is corrected above.)
***
EMPHATICALLY
RECOMMENDED READING: “How Ukraine Commemorates the Holocaust”: on the
70th anniversary of the Red Army's liberation of the Auschwitz-Birkenau
death camp, the U.S. puppet neo-Nazi government in Kiev honored the Ukrainian fascists who helped the German invaders exterminate the region's Jews.
Another
of Robert Parry's superb reports, the text also documents the
(predictable) emergence in Ukraine of neo-Nazi death squads. They are
(unsurprisingly) similar to the death squads the Central Intelligence Agency trained and operated elsewhere throughout capitalism's New World Order, the de facto Fourth Reich.
Also emphatically recommended is the Al Jazeera America/ Agence France-Presse report the U.S. has already sent at least 300 paratroopers into Ukraine to help Kiev bolster its death-squad governance.
As
I noted in the comment thread, “This invasion of Ukraine is from the
Russian perspective as great a threat as Soviet missiles in Cuba were to
the U.S. in 1962. Indeed it is arguable the U.S. has just made World
War III inevitable.”
In
that same comment thread – somewhat revised for publication here – is
my speculation on why the U.S. Ruling Class so fanatically despises the
Russians, it would rather blow up the world than coexist with them –
never mind the Russians our are natural allies in the fight against
Islamic terrorism.
I
have long assumed this anti-Russian hostility is a response to the fact
the Russian people, in the person of the Red Army, beat back the
capitalist powers' attempt to reconquer Russia
immediately after the revolutions of 1917. Even now, 24 years after the
fall of the Soviet Union, the Communist Party remains the second
largest party in the Russian Federation. This means the Communists could
again become Russia's ruling majority, the mere thought of which is
sufficient to terrify our plutocratic overlords into the suicidal
madness of thermonuclear war-mongering.
Another toxic spasm of the U.S. Ruling Class hatred for Russia is no doubt evoked by the fact that – more than any other country (and at a cost of about 45 million people killed) – it was Russia in the form of the Soviet Union that saved the world from German Nazism. As proven by the Bankers Plot of 1934, the Ruling Class wanted the Nazis to win. But for the plot's failure, the U.S. would have been the fourth and ultimately dominant Axis power.
Another toxic spasm of the U.S. Ruling Class hatred for Russia is no doubt evoked by the fact that – more than any other country (and at a cost of about 45 million people killed) – it was Russia in the form of the Soviet Union that saved the world from German Nazism. As proven by the Bankers Plot of 1934, the Ruling Class wanted the Nazis to win. But for the plot's failure, the U.S. would have been the fourth and ultimately dominant Axis power.
But
now – given the neo-Confederate and neo-Nazi taints metastasizing
through the nation (most noticeably in how the federally militarized
police are murdering African-Americans, but also in radically
intensified misogyny, the growing popularity of genocide euphemized as
“austerity” and of course in the 2010 and 2014 election results ) –
maybe the real reason the Ruling Class hates Russia dates back to the
U.S. Civil War.
Had it not been for Imperial Russia's support of the Union – note the Russian fleets in New York
and San Francisco c. 1863 – Britain and France would have recognized
the Confederacy, entered the war on its side and probably facilitated a
Confederate victory. But not even the two empires together dared
confront a fully mobilized Russia.
The resultant U.S.-Russian alliance was subsequently immortalized by Oliver Wendell Holmes:
Bleak
are our shores with the blasts of December, Fettered and chill is the
rivulet’s flow; Thrilling and warm are the hearts that remember Who was
our friend when the world was our foe. Fires of the North in eternal
communion, Blend your broad flashes with evening’s bright star; God
bless the Empire that loves the Great Union Strength to her people! Long
life to the Czar! [15]
As
I know from firsthand experience, the Ruling Class aristocrats have
long and vindictive memories. Could it be they're still enraged at the
Russians for helping Lincoln end slavery?
*
GLENN GREENWALD'S EXPOSÉ on the deceptive propaganda peddled by NBC
via the Richard Engel kidnapping tells a story that is, just as its
headline says, “More Troubling Than Brian Williams Scandal.”
But
it also gave me an opportunity to write a concise summary of how the
USian Ruling Class has actually outdone Josef Goebbels. It has followed
Goebbels' rules for propagandizing a people so effectively, they
reflexively reject any unofficial narratives. It has done so by
designing and imposing the world's first fully privatized governmental
propaganda machine.
What follows is a slightly revised variant of the comment-thread original:
The
ugly truth behind NBC's behavior in the Engel case is found in the fact
so-called "mainstream media" is owned by the same cabal of plutocrats
who own and control government at every U.S. level.
This
means "mainstream media" is nothing more than a fully privatized,
obscenely profitable government propaganda apparatus: same owners, same
bosses, same goals of world conquest as those who own and control the
government. In other words, just as government has been reduced to the
executive-action agency of the Ruling Class, so has mass media been
reduced to its mouthpiece.
This is not only fascism as defined by Benito Mussolini; it is in fact the ultimate, most perfected form of fascism, in which governance itself is a profit center – not just in "mainstream media" as state propagandists, but as in the prison-industrial complex, for-profit schools, etc. ad nauseam.
Meanwhile the "mainstream media's" deceptions about Iran are identical in magnitude and purpose to the German deceptions about Poland, authored by Josef Goebbels, that started World War II.
What we have here in the U.S. is not just fascism, but when you add in the master-race implications of U.S. "exceptionalism ," is in fact a new form of Nazism.
And
let us not forget that fascism and Nazism are direct derivatives of
capitalism. In fact they are capitalism's final, mature forms -- the
only destinations allowed by capitalism's core value, the Ayn Rand
precept of infinite greed as ultimate virtue.
Whether the goal is lebensraum
and slaves or maximum profit by other means of exploitation,
capitalism's corpse-littered pathway is identical and identically evil.
*
FINALLY
THERE IS this: National Guard troops called out to suppress anti-racism
protests in Ferguson, Missouri considered the protesters “enemy forces,”
never mind the demonstrations were – as one discussion-thread
contributor aptly put it, “American Citizens exercising their First
Amendment right to 'petition the Government for redress of grievances.'”
To which I replied: “Ferguson or Ukraine, it's the same war: on one side, the capitalist New Order, the de facto Fourth Reich. On the other side, all the rest of us, We the People of the World.“
LB/12-19 April 2015
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