Showing posts with label Sun Tzu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sun Tzu. Show all posts

27 April 2015

News and Dialogues: Scary Reports, Relevant Agitation

WHAT THE SPOOKS call an “estimate” is pretty much the same thing as what we who practice the craft of print journalism call a “news analysis” – or colloquially (and with characteristic green-visored cynicism*) – a “think-piece” or a “thumb-sucker.”

In either realm – whether that of Casper's less-than-friendly twin or that of the professional descendants of Ambrose Bierce, H. L. Mencken and Louise Bryant – such studies examine events as expressions of their historical contexts. Presumably, these broader perspectives reveal “indications,” Casperian for “probable trends and outcomes.”

Ray McGovern, the Central Intelligence Agency's former chief Soviet foreign policy analyst turned Consortium News reporter, had 27 years experience in the spook role before he took up journalism. Thus his understanding of people, places and things Russian is of sufficient depth and magnitude to warrant not just our casual notice, but our most closely focused attention.
 
The West Snubs Russia over VE Day,” linked here,  is maybe McGovern's most usefully informative piece yet on the Ukraine crisis. Not only does he lucidly present his own expert analysis; he also provides links to relevant works by other experts on Russia – academics who are now, with already tragic and potentially extinction-level consequences – being passively ignored (if not aggressively marginalized) by the world-conquest-minded One Percent and their vassals in government and media.

“(D)o not feel you must rely on me (although I have been watching what happens in Russia and Europe for half a lifetime),” McGovern wrote. “I strongly recommend the trenchant insights of John Mearsheimer, pre-eminent political science professor at the University of Chicago, and professor Stephen F. Cohen of Princeton and New York University, a distinguished Russianist who has been a Kremlin watcher even longer than I have.”

But to me the most revealing passage in “The West Snubs Russia” is a statement by former Soviet Premier Mikhail Gorbachev that describes the newest origins of the USian effort at global conquest:

It all began with the fact that the United States suddenly started talking about the creation of a ‘new empire.’ An over-empire, a super-empire. Alas, God and fate had put the task before them. Yes, they thought their moment had come.”

Knowing as I do the dreadful reality of USian Christian theocracy -- for which see Jeff Sharlet's The Family: The Secret Fundamentalism at the Heart of American Power (Harper: 2008) or the just-released Bloomberg poll revealing the USian Christian fanaticism  that's expressed as unequivocal support for Israel – the reference to “God” is genuinely chilling.

Thus Gorbachev – like Mencken and Sinclair Lewis nearly a century earlier – has it terribly right. If you convince Moron Nation it is acting as an instrument of “God's divine plan,” it will obey without question, whether the mandate is the extermination of First Nations peoples (as it was in the 19th Century), the re-enslavement of blacks (as it is today via for-profit prisons and federally militarized police), or (as is threatened by the Ukraine crisis), the crucifixion of the planet on a thermonuclear cross of capitalist greed and imperialist ambition.

Finally there is my own answer to the question implicit in McGovern's statement that as to “what lies behind U.S. actions in central Europe...try as I may to come up with cogent explanations that make some sense – the reasons elude me.”  

To me – as to anyone else who truly understands the bottomless evil of capitalism – the answer is as obvious as it is terrifying, even if it remains officially unthinkable and unspeakable in mainstream U.S. society.

Because the One Percent has outsourced nearly the entire U.S. economy, most of us in the 99 Percent are now surplus workers. We are therefore people whom our overlords – once they finish imposing their Ayn Rand variant of Nazism – would gleefully exterminate, just as our overlords' ancestors smirkingly exterminated their surplus slaves.

And what today are our overlords' easiest, most efficient, most euphemistically camouflaged methods of extermination?
 
One is the abandonment of unprofitable populations to natural disasters, as were the blacks of New Orleans during and after Hurricane Katrina.

Another is “austerity,” the euphemism for intentionally genocidal cutbacks in government social and medical services.

A third, as McGovern notes in “Snubs Russia,” is the de facto military draft driven by poverty and joblessness. Already operational, its killing machine is methodical escalation of the wars of empire, with the inconceivable casualties of thermonuclear war thus positioned to provide extermination in its most optimum and efficient form.
 
The One Percenters and their political and military vassals are of course meanwhile protected in presumably atom-proof bunkers.
 
Could this be the ultimate reason behind the intensifying U.S. provocation of Russia? Particularly given the genocidal intent evident in other U.S. policies, no other explanation seems so likely.


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ANOTHER CONSORTIUM NEWS piece on this week's list of recommended reading is Robert Parry's careful documentation of “Obama's 'Openness' and Deceit,” which summarizes in stark detail many of the more glaring elements of Obama the Orator's obviously premeditated self-transformation into Barack the Betrayer.

Here's a key paragraph:

“This failure to trust the people with accurate information has arguably done great harm to U.S. democracy by promoting false narratives on a range of foreign conflicts. With all its talk about 'public diplomacy' and 'information warfare,' the Obama administration seems intent on using half-truths and falsehoods to herd the people into a misguided consensus rather than treating them like the true sovereigns of the Republic, as the Framers of the Constitution intended with the explicit phrase 'We the People of the United States.'”

Which again makes relevant my comments last week  on Parry's “How Ukraine Commemorates the Holocaust.” Parry wrote of the Nazi death squads now (predictably) at work in Ukraine and of equally predictable “propaganda efforts by the Obama administration and the major U.S. news media to play down western Ukraine’s legacy of Nazi collaboration.”

As I wrote in reply,  “Give Moron Nation ten more years of dumbing-down – at the current rate of moronation, maybe even less than that – and it will be official policy the United States was on the wrong side in World War II: that U.S. support would have enabled capitalism's conquest of the planet 70 years ago.”
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*Green visors, or eye-shades, described here, were frequently worn by old-time newspaper editors, including many of those for whom I worked during my younger manhood. The visors protected its wearer's eyesight from the harsh overhead glare that often characterized newsroom lighting in the days before the American Newspaper Guild and other such unions made on-the-job eyestrain a bargaining issue.

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I DEEPLY APPRECIATE websites on which the discussion encourages real thinking (and therefore writing that is sometimes lively and interesting rather than, for example, the soporific parroting of Democratic Party talking points we encounter at Daily Kos and so many other self-proclaimed “Leftist” domains.
 
One of my all-time favorites is Thom Hartmann's Blog,  which has an attached discussion thread that seems to bring out the best from its regular participants. The occasional fascists who stomp in anticipating easy prey soon discover they are hopelessly outclassed, and usually they quickly retreat. A very few stick around for a while, hopefully long enough to loosen the stranglehold Ayn Rand and all the other Hitler surrogates have on their alleged minds.

In any case, if I may paraphrase the clever late-1950s advertising campaign  that briefly tempted me to switch from Pall Malls to Viceroys, Hartmann offers “a thinking person's blog for a rebellious person's taste.”
 
I've contributed to its dialogue off-and-on for several years, probably starting in 2009 or 2010, though alas the files that would confirm my actual starting-date were destroyed in the recent computer debacle.

As I started getting back on-line, an exceptionally informative Hartmann news analysis prompted me to elaborate in writing an idea that has intrigued me for some time – that China's capitalism is a Sun-Tzu-type ruse,  perhaps the most clever such ruse in our species' history. Here is the full text of my comment:

"All warfare is based on deception" -– Sun Tzu, c. 500 BCE 
 
Knowing something of the history of our species' long and mostly unsuccessful struggle for economic democracy –- knowing also just a bit about the Chinese revolution -– I have always found the apparent Chinese embrace of capitalism perplexing. East Asian civilization, with a cultural continuity extending back at least 5,000 years, has no counterpart on this planet. Though the civilizations of Europe and the Middle East are equally old, the inherent savagery of Abrahamic religion has ensured the total suppression of all of the cultural wisdom of these region's first 3,000 years, with the result that -– never mind for example our European DNA can be traced to the paleolithic -– we "barbarians" (for that is how East Asia regards us) -– are, culturally speaking, mere children. For this reason China has always seemed to me far better prepared to resist the deadly temptations of capitalism, which in truth is not just an economic system but an entire universe of hierarchy, governance and exploitation based on a single precept: that there is no greater virtue than greed. Thus I was genuinely astounded when the People's Republic of China seemed to adopt the very ideology against which its people had fought for most of the first half of the last century.

The easy answer, of course, was that the Chinese government had been infiltrated and co-opted. But that never felt right to me – and though now I was in the realm of gut feelings and journalistic intuition rather than facts or even factually based speculation – I began to suspect the Chinese were (again) following the principles of Sun Tzu, one of which is defeating an enemy by turning his greatest strength into his greatest vulnerability.

Viewing the relationship between China and the United States from this perspective, it appears China has used the bottomless greed that is capitalism's greatest strength to seduce the U.S. with cheap labor and endless credit and so ensnare it. The U.S. no longer has an economy; it's manufacturing capabilities have all been outsourced –- mostly to China -– and it is as dependent on Chinese money as any junky is dependent on the pusher for the next fix. When the incipient U.S.-Chinese conflict ends in war, as is inevitable, the U.S. will have its master-race ideology of divinely ordained "exceptionalism" and the Fourth Reich arrogance of its military omnipotence and the zomboid submissiveness of its Moron Nation masses as cannon fodder but none of the manufacturing capabilities essential to a sustained conflict. That is why the better-dead-than-Red capitalists will most likely try to nuke China into quick surrender and by so doing will destroy the world instead. Any other sort of war -– that is, a conventional and therefore extended war -– the U.S. would lose precisely because it no longer has an economy of its own. (Ironically, the same conditions -– lack of economic depth and manufacturing capabilities -– are what defeated the Axis in World War II.)

But what if China did not really embrace capitalism? What if China's embrace of capitalism was merely an expression of Sun Tzu's principles in present-day strategy? What if China today is as Communist -– that is, as committed to real economic democracy -– as it was under Mao Ze Dong? The relentless prosecution of capitalists reported by Mr. Hartmann suggests this is may well be the case. If this is so, the global Working Class has precisely the powerful ally it hitherto seemed to lack. Remembering that it was the Russian Revolution and the rise of the Soviet Union that terrified the world's capitalists into making all the humanitarian concessions of the last century, the implications for the future are profound indeed.


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A more recent Hartmann piece protesting the workplace consequences of the zero-tolerance, divine-right tyranny  being imposed on us by our Christofascist overlords prompted a website regular screen-named Aliceinwonderland to start the discussion thread with one of the most appropriately caustic comments I have read anywhere on the 'Net:

All I can say is -– WOW. Just one question though: how the hell would employers even know whether someone uses birth control? I'm not aware of any birth control methods that are visually apparent to the onlooker.

Beyond that, I keep wondering how far these pigs have to raise the bar on fascism in America before enough people wake up and we see widespread rebellion occurring. I keep waiting, wondering, hoping...
 
So hey ladies- You want your boss peeking in your underwear?! Seriously.
 

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Soon I would post my own response to the ensuing dialogue:

As I have said so many times before, the one flaw in Mr. Hartmann's otherwise excellent reporting is his failure to recognize that capitalism is in fact the societal equivalent of  cancer.

This means -– exactly as the last 70 years of history prove beyond rational argument -– capitalism is a malignancy. And like all other malignancies, it cannot be rendered benign.
 
A second, equally important lesson is that no matter how strict the regulatory restrictions by which we attempt to neutralize capitalism's deadly toxicity, it will always  revert to its original malignant form.
 
This means it will eventually kill its host.
 
Hence –- since we the people are capitalism's host –- it is literally our species' terminal illness. Either we find a cure -– which seems increasingly impossible –- or we perish.
 
But the ultimate lesson of this most dreadful epoch is that democracy – which we fervently believed was the one sure antidote for the toxins of tyranny – has turned out to be no cure at all. 
 
In fact it is the antithesis of a cure. It is via what we call "democracy" –-  verbal shorthand for presumably representative government elected by presumably universal suffrage -– that capitalism has conquered the world.

It turned the United States into its puppet realm at least 120 years ago.

Since then it has triumphed even in the two nations wherein it was thought to be permanently defeated: the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and the People's Republic of China. Though  capitalism's co-opting of Communism in the latter may be a colossal deception facilitated by the principles of Sun Tzu,  as I said here on 18 March 2015
 
What then empowers capitalism's success?

What is the essence of its deadly seductiveness?
 
Capitalism's core dynamic is the transformation of the Absolute Evil of total moral imbecility –- the mindset of a serial killer –- into apparent goodness.
 
Stripped of its camouflage, capitalism is the vileness and venom of infinite greed and infinite selfishness hidden by the perfume of false abundance and cloaked in the brightly compelling fashions of ecocidal acquisitiveness.

It is, in fact, the secular proof of a core Christian dogma I as a pagan agnostic instinctively reject –- original sin, the notion we are a species accursed and damned.

But if indeed we are not accursed and damned, why is there still such a thing as capitalism, and  why is it thriving?

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Then I followed up by describing capitalism's lineage as a direct descendant of patriarchy:

Conceptually, just as capitalism is the direct descendant of the Abrahamic religions (Judaism, Christianity, Islam)...

Just as fascism and Nazism are the (sole and historically inevitable) descendants of capitalism...
 
So are all these malignancies the direct descendants of patriarchy, which appeared on this planet only about 5,000 years ago.

Before patriarchy's sudden and mysterious onset, we humans regarded motherhood as our species' most important individual and collective function.

Mothers were thus properly recognized as our most important individuals.
 
Indeed the original creation story went something like "In the beginning was the Mother, and She gave birth..."

Human societies were therefore matrilinear, matrifocal and (most likely) matriarchal.

Though it is a truth maliciously concealed by U.S. archaeologists and anthropologists,  their counterparts elsewhere freely acknowledge the socioeconomic systems of these early societies were definitively communistic: from each according to ability, to each according to need.

The people of these societies were also earth-respecting in a reflexive, bow-to-the-five-directions manner most of us today cannot imagine, much less to make our own.

Then cometh patriarchy. Its advocates as described in the Old Testament of the Bible were variously  a "fiery wheel" or a "burning bush" or some creature from the sky who met Moses atop Mount Ararat and handed him a set of tablets inscribed with "divine" mandates that must be obeyed lest we all be nuked like Sodom and Gomorrah.

Here in this demonstration of force is obviously is the origin of the Christian and Islamic practice of "conversion" at swordspoint and by the burning-stake or impalement.

Significantly -– apart from the fact these primitive technologies of oppression have been replaced by  total surveillance, electric-shock torture, drones,  napalm and Willie Peter -– capitalism, fascism and Nazism employ patriarchy's  traditional missionary practices even today.

Point being, what ScaryMary and stecoop01 are telling us about the "Christian agenda" is not only absolutely true but absolutely in keeping with the patriarchal legacy as manifest not just in  all  Abrahamic religion but in its capitalist, fascist and Nazi descendants.

Yet above all else, the core purpose of patriarchy was –- and remains -- upending the natural order, seen everywhere in Nature,  in which the female is the epicenter of society.

Which leads us to the core patriarchal principle: that it's virtuous to murder the macrocosm of Mother Earth and  despise her microcosmic form Woman because, as it says in a favorite Bible-thump hymn, "thar's a better land a-waitin in the sky Lord in the sky."

Patriarchy and its descendants are therefore expressions of a kill-the-planet death cult, a truth at last made undeniable by capitalism.
  
Which in turn -– though I do not believe in extraterrestrial visitations -- makes me wonder just what cockroach universe those fiery wheels came from and whether their sowing of the deadly poison seeds of patriarchy was the ultimate (original) form of the smallpox-infested blankets my European ancestors gave my First Nations ancestors.

That's right: trash the planet enough –- as we are in fact doing –- it becomes cockroach heaven, perfect even for such highly-advanced intergalactic cockroaches (we hope) don't exist.

(Yes, I reject the Marxian explanation of patriarchy as a logical consequence of socioeconomic change. Instead I accept the Marija Gimbutas/Rianne Eisler/Barbara Mor hypothesis of patriarchy as an oppressive system forced onto conquered peoples at swordpoint –- exactly as it was, for example, forced onto First Nations folk in the Americas. But what was patriarchy's origin? For that we have only the glimpses given us by folklore, as in the biblical tale of Moses or the oldest traditional poems and ballads.)

Meanwhile the astute observer will note there is a substantial difference in the way I paragraphed the Sun Tzu post as compared to the capitalism-as-cancer/intergalactic-cockroaches post. The former is paragraphed like an academic paper. The latter reverts to journalistic form.

Why?
 
I'm not sure. Stay tuned. When I figure out what's happening I'll let you know.


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ANOTHER OF MY favorite websites is Popular Resistance,  which seldom evokes the lengthy and informative discussions that characterize Hartmann's place but often provides essential reporting that is not readily available anywhere else.

Though the website does not (yet) generate the epic dialogues one often finds in Hartmann-land, it is nevertheless possessed of a subtle (and perhaps subtly female) ambiance that encourages an emotional honesty so much of the Internet lacks.
 
Hence the following, the opening post in a gentle exchange between two old men, our conversation focused on Steve Early's comprehensive account of the ongoing rebellion  provoked by (yet another) betraying Democrat, a governor who lied his way to re-election, then killed the widely heralded Vermont single-payer/public-option health-care plan.

Thanks to Mr. Early for the most informative report I've yet seen on the Democrats' calculated betrayal of the Working Class in Vermont.

Elsewhere it's the same infuriating story –- note for example Washington state Democrat Maria Cantwell's anti-worker vote for free-trade fast-track -– but at least Vermonters have their Progressive Party through which to fight back.

Nevertheless those Democrat betrayals now virtually guarantee a total Republican landslide in 2016.

This is not because of the popularity of Republican (that is, Ayn-Rand/neo-Nazi) dogma, but because the corruption of the Democratic Party has left the electorate without any viable national alternative.

Hence the vast majority of progressives will vote "none of the above" by refusing to vote at all.

Indeed -– given Obama's record of unprecedented Big Lies and betrayals -– it is as if the Democrats are actually working to engineer a Republican victory.

Which of course makes perfect sense once we recognize the two parties serve one single cabal of capitalist overlords.

And what is Nazism – whether as expressed by the German "master race" or by the "exceptionalist" United States – but capitalism's ultimate form.

Point being, as few freedoms as we dissidents have left now, after a Republican landslide in 2016 we will have none at all.
 
In fact we will probably discover our role here in the de facto Fourth Reich reduced to that of the White Rose Society in the Third Reich.
 
Were I a believer in the Abrahamic god, which I am not, I would pray we find the courage and determination we will need to sustain any meaningful resistance.

Meanwhile –- not the least because of my own fondness for Vermont -– I salute Vermonters for daring to continue the struggle.

LB/19-26 April 2015
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15 July 2014

When the Political Becomes Personal: an Epiphany

WHEN DISASTER STRIKES, I instinctively think of myself as being utterly and irremediably alone. I view myself as not just on my own in the context of the immediate crisis – as rising or falling solely on the basis of my own (severely limited) resources, but also as being cast off, banished, abandoned, alone in such a profound and absolute sense, I dare not ask for help lest it trigger my immediate, emphatic and quite possibly violent rejection as an unwanted burden. I remember encountering, about the time I was nine years old, the concept of being marooned – that is, transported to some desolately uninhabited isle in a dangerously tropical latitude and left there to live or die however fate might decree – a circumstance the emotional and material horrors of which I instantly understood and with which I fully emphasized, seemingly with every cell in my body. Such was the character of my childhood, a span of years the chief lesson of which was that any admission of neediness invariably invited retribution, the greater the need, the more severe the reprisal. I was, to put it bluntly, a thoroughly despised child – the legacy of which (as the events of the past week made clear) – I had not fully transcended even at age 74.

Even at the best of times, my relationship with computers is defined by an undertow of extreme anxiety. Not only is the computer the prime exemplar of invasive alien technology – an artifact of the morally imbecilic Otherworld of capitalism, where infinite greed is ultimate virtue and the tyranny of the One Percent over all the rest of us is reckoned a divinely ordained right – it is also the electronic scab that destroyed the realm of print journalism, which in the pre-computer era I assumed would always be my professional home. The computer abolished six of every seven newspaper jobs – copy editor, typographer, photo-engraver, compositor, proof-reader and stereotyper – and it piled all their duties on the reporters, reducing us all to miserably overworked, wretchedly underpaid clerks whose sole function is to fill the spaces between the advertisements with whatever drivel comes most readily to hand. Worse, the computer also permanently disempowered us; its downsizing of the workforce destroyed our unions, without which we are no better off, in terms of influence over working conditions and compensation, than the most abjectly submissive antebellum slaves owned by the most sneeringly sadistic masters. So – yes – not only do I fear computers. I also despise them.
 
My fear of these accursed machines has two components. One is the ruinous cost of repair and replacement, and with it all the self-contempt capitalism imposes on one's psyche when one is a financial failure. The other is the sure knowledge a single accidental keystroke can destroy hours, days, weeks, even years of work. As a consequence, each time I write something, each time I digitize a photograph, I relive the sheer horror that followed the loss of all my life's work in the 1983 fire and – because of my dyslexic penchant for fucking up even the most simple procedures  – I am again awash in the self-hatred that is an inevitable component of dyslexia. Plus all these factors are multiplied to the Nth power by the sure knowledge should anything go seriously wrong with my computer, repair and replacement is unquestionably beyond the inescapable limits forever imposed on my life by my fiscal inadequacies – the fact that, in capitalist terms (which are the terms now forced on every one of us from the moment we are born), I am a loser, a worthless piece of shit, white trash, a bum.

The great irony implicit in all this – or, if you will, the sadistic joke played on me by a malevolent god – is that the computer, this alien machine I so despise, has been made utterly indispensable to my self-fulfillment. Writing, especially now that arthritic crippling has radically reduced my ability to photograph, is as essential to my psychological survival as breathing is to its physical counterpart. But the easy world into which I was born, an implicitly democratic realm wherein the only tools one needed for writing were pen and paper, or at the most an (indestructible) mechanical typewriter and a ream of foolscap, is no more. It has been replaced by the fiscally malevolent, implicitly hierarchical, zero-tolerance world typified by the computer: a realm in which even the formerly free-for-the-taking potential of self-expression has been turned into a profit center, with the result those of us for whom such expression is vital now must live – unless we are genuinely wealthy – in constant terror we will be silenced by poverty, which in this new world is the most effective censor of all. Thus the computer – this accursed machine on which my psychological survival is hopelessly dependent – is also the instrument that forces me, literally every day and like nothing else ever in my personal history, into intimate interaction with the miasma of neurotic negativity that underlies my operational consciousness.

When this computer went bad last week – when it began crashing just as I was attempting to finish my volunteer production of a monthly newsletter 50 other persons had come to depend on for information and entertainment – I first struggled for several hours to solve the problem. I am its founder, editor, primary writer and chief photographer. In these roles I also do all the infinitely tedious work formerly done by mechanical department employees: typesetters, compositors, photo engravers, stereotypers and all the others whose jobs have been abolished by the computer. But my computer knowledge is woefully inadequate – I have neither the money nor, in all probability, the remaining years of life to earn the degree in computer science essential to achieve the level of competence I increasingly seem to require – and so all my efforts failed. My word-processing system, it seemed, was dead. So were three other voluntary editorial projects. Nor would I, so silenced, be of any further use to 15 Now Tacoma. I had fallen into the abyss of hopelessness that is the defining characteristic of today's inescapable poverty.

In that state I wrote two notes:

I'm sorry to inform you my computer's word processing system crashed last night and cannot be revived. This kills the July newsletter and – depending on repair cost – it may kill the newsletter entirely...I am so very sorry to have let everyone down this way. As poor as I am, I should never have made the newsletter commitment to begin with, for I should have anticipated that equipment failure would eventually terminate my ability to produce it.

My deepest apologies,
Loren Bliss

The second, to some of my comrades on the 15 Now Tacoma Organizing Committee, said much the same thing, albeit in more detail:

My word processing system is dead beyond resurrection, which essentially ends life as I knew it until such time as I can afford the hundreds of dollars it will take to get it repaired or replaced – if indeed I will ever be able to afford it at all. 

The system crashed last night as i was finishing the monthly newsletter I produce for the apartment complex in which I live, destroying the newsletter and inflicting on me the odium of unfulfilled commitments to my neighbors with all the associated loss of credibility.

This also ends for the foreseeable future my ability to do anything of real value for anyone else, either  for 15 Now or via my blog, and it probably kills the latter as readership once lost through atrophy is never regained. 

The crash is total, which is to say my entire document file is effectively obliterated as any attempt to access anything in it crashes the entire WP system. 

Yes I have another computer, a new laptop generously given to me by my second wife based on our mistaken understanding it would be compatible with this custom-made desktop machine, a gift  I have been running since 2009.  But it turns out such compatibility  – like so much else in my life – is forever  beyond my financial reach.  Hence the laptop is effectively useless, not just because of systemic incompatibility imposed by  Microshaft monopolization policies, but also because of the  fact that – since computers to me truly are alien technology -- it would take me at least three months to become even marginally competent with a new system.

For the computer
cognoscenti amongst you, the desktop operating system is Ubuntu, with Open Office Writer word processing and Gimp photo software. The laptop is Microsoft – Microsoft 8 as I recall – and (or so I am authoritatively told) Microsoft 8  is designed so that it cannot be used with any open source software without the intervention of a professional Nurd, which is of course prohibitively expensive. 

So there was no way to retrieve data from my desktop machine and download it onto the laptop even before the desktop WP system crashed -- and now of course everything on the desktop is beyond recovery, irretrievable because of my inability to pay the horrendous costs of salvaging it.  Worse, Microshaft 8 mandates purchasing Microsoft Office and – if one needs photo software – also buying PhotoShop, either of which are forever beyond my financial capabilities.

Plus of course there is also Microshaft's notorious vulnerability to viruses and malware.

In short I am not only shut down but reduced to utter uselessness.

Moreover this comes at the worst possible time in my life. I am scheduled for cataract surgery on the 15th and again on the 29th, and though the surgery is actually relatively minor, the associated medication regimen is a full-time commitment that demands rigidly scheduling my life for the next approximately four weeks, shackled to an  alarm clock set to ring every four hours. 

Because I do not have an automobile, this puts me in the odious and frankly terrifying position of being utterly dependent on other people for all vital errands because the uncertainty of the local transit system could interrupt the medication schedule with dire results. 

This same medication schedule combined with my lack of an automobile plus  post-operative 30-day limitations on lifting anything heavier than 15 pounds also prevents me from being able to schlep the desktop computer around in search of a repair facility that will not rip me off – with a likelihood of success, even under the very best of conditions, probably  about equal to that of finding an honest used car salesman.

While I certainly am and will presumably remain capable of walking from my dwelling to the Methodist church for 15 Now meetings, I see no point in my attendance because without the machinery required for writing and editing, I am of no use to the group (or anyone else including my neighbors in this apartment complex), and I would therefore be nothing but a body presumptuously occupying space but contributing nothing.  Thus very regretfully I am going to have to drop out of 15 Now (and to divorce myself from all my other former activities too) until such time as the eye-surgery protocols are complete and these other matters are resolved. 

When that happens – or more truthfully (because of the financial prohibitions that could well mean my lack of a WP system is permanent), IF that happens – I  will of course happily rejoin the 15 Now community.

Sorrowfully,
Loren Bliss 
 
Note that nowhere in these despairing letters did I ask for assistance from any of the people to whom they were addressed. So conditioned was I by my childhood, it never occurred to me to ask – and had it done so, I simply wouldn't have dared. Automatically – and as I now realize, with implicit unfairness to my friends, colleagues and comrades – I assumed no such help would be forthcoming. Again I was trapped by the bitter lessons of my childhood: my repeatedly proven belief any request of such magnitude would trigger not just a contemptuous refusal but severe reprisals as well. Beneath that emotional quagmire was a residual layer of reflexive terror as compelling as any whip-wielding overseer in its mandate for silence. Meanwhile, in sheer panic, I kept wrestling with the computer problem, trying desperately to find some way to save at least the newsletter text, an effort that culminated in an exhausting series of all-nighters – three in four days (with never more than two hours of sleep at any one time) – a relentless drive fueled by rage, frustration and a sense of karmic obstruction more infuriating than anything in memory.

Finally I forced myself to ask a computer-wise friend named Pat Fletcher for help, but the conversation quickly deteriorated into an argument. Seemingly the clash was fostered by my inability to speak Nurdish – that is, to clearly explain what was happening, what remedies I had attempted and what I had already learned would not solve the problem. But knowing what I know now, I cannot doubt our differences were at least equally fueled by the silent inertial momentum of my childhood conditioning. In any case, when I managed to salvage the newsletter text – the result of the third overnight effort, a quest prompted by a hunch and culminating in a lucky accident (I cannot possibly explain what I did, nor could I ever do it again) – Pat became the true savior of the entire project by rounding up its separate pieces and herding them into printable form. As a result of her work, the newsletter was published and distributed this morning. Thank you Pat.
 
Meanwhile five fellow organizing-committee members – Max Hyland, Katelyn Driskill, Alan OldStudent, Terry Fuller and Sarah Morken – had responded to my letter of disgruntlement. That anyone bothered to reply was itself a surprise; I had intended to vanish until the computer problem was solved, felt I should explain my impending disappearance, and anticipated nothing more than silence in response. But here within hours – in one instance within minutes – were their emails offering useful advice and urging me to persevere. Max went even further, and now thanks to a four-hour effort on his part, I have a new word-processing system plus new-found friendships with him and his partner Katelyn cemented by our mutual discovery we can talk of politics and history and art and personal experience until the proverbial wee hours and – best of all – do so with the blessed bohemian intensity that characterized the most memorable interactions of my years in Manhattan. Thank you Alan and Terry and Sarah. And thank you most of all Max and Katelyn: indeed you remind me of my late and long-ago SWP friends from Chelsea: Joe Bevando and Marilyn Werstler, with whom I traveled to Washington D.C. in the politically uncertain days after the Kent State and Jackson State massacres, there to demonstrate against Nixon, the Vietnam War and capitalist atrocities in general.

But none of this came into focus until this morning, after I finally managed to get something approaching a full night's sleep. I awoke realizing the events following the initial computer crash, which occurred around 8:30 Thursday evening (10 July 2014), had somehow flushed a negative paradigm from my subconscious, a process eerily parallel to how Max purged the corrupted WP system from my computer. All I knew in my first moments of wakefulness was a collection of words, “epiphany” and “the political as personal,” but I arose vowing to pull into the sharpest possible focus whatever it was they might symbolize. The above text is the result. Now though I realize I had already been on epiphany's brink when I posted my “sandbagged” message last night: “a classic example of the reality embodied in the line 'I get by with a little help from my friends'...expressions both of friendship and Working Class solidarity...” But a note to Pat this morning said it all: “I had no idea I am held in such high regard by my comrades in 15 Now. I am stunned, moved beyond my ability to express it.  In Seattle, even as the founding photographer of The Sun, I was always despised as an Outlander; here (in Tacoma) I am not just welcomed but valued, much as I was when here c. 1978-1982,  much as I always was in Manhattan and NJ.”

Obviously the neurotic reflexes associated with such a longstanding paradigm as described above do not vanish overnight. But at least I have finally learned how to ask for help when I need it.

Hence I will say it one more time: thank you Pat, Max, Katelyn, Alan, Sarah and Terry.

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Outside Agitation Elsewhere: (In Case You Missed It)

The Hobby Lobby decision, which I am coming to realize is the anti-woman equivalent of the anti-African American Dred Scott decision  (see also below), continues to provoke a perplexing combination of futile gestures (e.g., the doomed effort to ameliorate it with legislation rendered impossible by a permanently deadlocked Congress), and boiling anger further intensified by the growing understanding of its ruinous impact.

Not only does Hobby Lobby undermine the rights of women and minorities; it also opens, as never before in U.S. judicial history, the door to the imposition of Christian theocracy – just as its obediently misogynistic, dutifully anti-democratic Roman Catholic signatories clearly intend.

(Which prompts an impertinent question that is dark indeed: could it be President John Fitzgerald Kennedy's avowed and oft-proven defiance of Vatican rule was yet another of the motives that prompted his assassination?)

Thus when Al Jazeera America reported on the latest misogynistic atrocities  inflicted by Justice Scalia and his surrogate Inquisition, “Court Expands Reach of Hobby Lobby on Eve of Holiday Weekend,” I posted a pair of angry comments to the discussion thread. The first was pro forma:

There's no “maybe” about it: that's exactly what's happening, though the perpetrators are Christian clergymen, not mullahs.

Meanwhile, a few of us – Chris Hedges, Nat Hentoff, Jeff Sharlet, Susan Jacoby, Kevin Phillips and myself – have been warning for years about the encroachment of theocracy.

Having encountered Christianity's hatefulness in rural Washington and the South (where the colloquial name for the Ku Klux Klan is “the Saturday night men's Bible-study class”), I damn the theocrats as “Christofascists” and “JesuNazis.”

Too extreme? Hardly; I know from experience that is precisely what they are.

But we are the Cassandras of our era. Our words are belittled as sensationalism, rejected as paranoia.

The secular public is too smugly self-absorbed to awaken to the threat.
 
Shackled by political correctness, the Left dares not acknowledge the growing might of Christian fanaticism. That would require acknowledging both the stranglehold Christianity has on the U.S. masses and the parallel menaces of radical Islam and theocratic Judaism.

The moderate churches, mosques and temples are gagged by ecumenicism. That's why they do not speak out against the threat.

And the two major parties were long ago taken over by the fanatics. Read Sharlet's The Family: the Secret Fundamentalism at the Heart of American Power (Harper: 2008).
Now, like some reincarnation of the Inquisition, the Supreme Court is pouncing.

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My second contribution to the “Court Expands” thread is a short piece of which I will remain proud at least for the rest of my life:
 
Inspired by #m, may I suggest the following:

SCOTUS MALORUM (court of evil); SCOTUS MENDACEM (court of lies); SCOTUS IGNORANTUM (court of ignorance); SCOTUS HORRIBILIS (court of horror)...and then my favorite:

SCOTUS ASINORUM (court of asses).

This last has true Roman lineage. It is from "pons asinorum, literally 'bridge of asses': a humorous name for the fifth proposition of the first book of Euclid, from the difficulty which beginners or dull-witted persons find in 'getting over' or mastering it." (A Dictionary of Latin Words and Phrases, Oxford University Press: 1998)

Then of course there is Scalia, a disease so awful even medical writers are afraid to describe it, lest the description itself vector the bacteria.

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Now though the work of SCOTUS HORRIBILIS has wreaked so much emotional havoc, the response is deteriorating into terrified giggles of satire and disbelief.  Hence “Scalia's Major Screw-Up: How SCOTUS Just Gave Liberals a Huge Gift.” Hence too my caustic retort:

Ms. Ruden's too-cute assumption, that because of its Hobby Lobby decision, SCOTUS ASINORUM “cannot refuse religious exemptions from selected tax obligations,” belongs in an editor's garbage can.
 
Her pathetic belief the U,S, is still a representative democracy – and her implicit belief in the consistency of judicial principle – is absurd. The U.S. has become a plutocratic empire. The sole function of SCOTUS MALORUM is perpetuating capitalist governance: absolute power and unlimited profit for the One Percent, total subjugation for all the rest of us.

In this context, making light of Hobby Lobby, which for the nation's women is the equivalent of the Dred Scott decision, is like laughing at the convulsions of a lynch-mob victim.

Meanwhile it's easy to imagine the Roberts Court granting “religious exemptions” to the Ku Klux Klan, known throughout the South as “the Saturday Night Men's Bible-Study Class.” But there is no possibility SCOTUS PRO DOCTRINA FIDEI would grant such dispensations to Left-leaning Protestants.

Indeed such a ruling from the Robber Court is even less likely than acquittal by the original Congregatio pro Doctrina Fidei – the Inquisition – which tortured suspected heretics until they confessed, then burned them alive in an “Auto da Fey” – a “celebration of faith.”

Besides which, all “religious exemptions” further the cause of theocracy, the One Percent's final solution to Working Class rebelliousness.

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Then there was my response to a hostile poster on the same thread:

Since when is it "defeatist" to demand an unflinchingly realistic appraisal of reality? 

Indeed your accusation and Ms. Ruden's essay each illustrate major aspects of the most savagely counter-revolutionary (and therefore oppressively reactionary) tendency in U.S. society: making light of genuine horror, and denouncing those of us who are unafraid to name its awfulness.

Quoth Sun Tzu: "Know your enemy and know yourself and you can fight a hundred battles without disaster."

LB/14 July 2014

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