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April 10th
PROTOCOLS of the CUNNING LINGUISTS!
By Jack Parnell - retired Congressman and Independent Presidential
candidate
Syndicated
by Acme Features
A hundred some years ago,
so it's been said, Nazi Germany's foundations were laid in Russia where certain
bad Czarists... abetted by other Continentals, some Englishmen and (as seems
likely) Americans, too… drafted and circulated a manifesto allegedly authored by
that nascent Zionist movement over there: the infamous "Protocols of the Elders
of Zion". (See the Generisis serial: “The Golden Dawn”)
These Protocols were
fake news before the term was coined – dis- as opposed to mis-information – but
one line from the forgery sticks in my memory... that double-fanged agency of
control exerted by conspiratorial elites against their trusting civilians since
the Roman Empire and, probably, long before... loosely translated as force
and make-believe.
Force we have always
with us (otherwise America would belong to the Commies today, or the Nazis, or the
Brits or Indians… those of the Native American sort… or the bears and the badgers);
as for "make believe", these few considerations upon how a use of
language, symbolism and spectacle converge… in a post-achievement economy of
grievance and entitlements, once work disappears… become significant. (Ponder, these days, the gullible consumers of
Russian state media!) Don't help,
either, that some in the overclass are just plain dumb as a Red Army General -
dumb like them as survived the Hardee's/KFC
merger and thereupon made the decision to merge their spokesicons,
too: Dr. Angus and Colonel Sanders. Coulda settled
upon Dr. Sanders, but they didn't, and... thereby... created, for themselves,
awhile, a problem. Doesn’t help that
they’re so woke that the latest “Colonel” is a transgender country singer.
Now when the word "problem"
(as relates to missing children and terror; also hunger, crime, mosquitoes, marketing
malfunctions, plague and the such) loses its juice, we begin bein’ told that all news a smidgen more ripe than
“developing” is “breaking” (why not, after a day or so, broken?), circumstances
are dire, or even grim, everything under the sun is “at
risk”, then we started seeing "outbreaks of epidemics," as
noted Eric Zorn of the Chicago Tribune before the word itself was eclipsed and vaxxed into submission. A medical term was widened to
encompass cocaine use, date rape, dropouts, media violence, global warming,
anything bad... in fact... agin' which somebody "thinks
the public ought to pay more attention," the operative word, of course,
being “pay” (lest the sponsors and the sponsors’ actors, agents and lawyers follow
yesterday’s news and start breaking.)
Overuse of that"epidemic" as graduated into “pandemic” vernacular
as led to "...misunderstandings, unsubstantiated fears and, eventually,"
warned Ward Cates of the CDC once the actual plague dug its claws into American
vitals, "a lack of attention" generated an upgrade of media
alarm to the more prosaic and even less discriminating "pandemics"
of gun violence, head lice, teenage obesity, shingles and dozens of other
dangers with remedies at hand for those who call the toll-free number - perils
against which Don Jones, the average American, was commanded to respond “with an abundance of caution.”
And when the
pandemic receded and attention turned to the former President being
investigated and, as of today indicted for payoffs for having sex with a pornstar, the pundits called the charges “unprecedented” or even... to the shame
of James Patterson, Emily Bronte or Stephen King, “novel”.
Politics? Consider all those RINOs turned WHINE-Os who
still support Trump in public but will leak their confessions to tabloidsters – not that Djonald UnRighteous is wrong,
but that, despite a clear lead for the next nomination, he and his denialist
candidates will be weaker come November than the donkeys. Their soundbite of the week... that
Republicans might pay a price, even as high as failing to secure a House and
Senate majority amidst a Biden-battered economy, as a consequence of “hitching our stars to (Trump’s) wagon!”
"Changing and
controlling language is one of the ways marginalized people change and control
the way they are seen by the mainstream," admits columnist Leonard Pitts,
who, after a long career of having dealt full hands of race cards, was
prairie-fired off'n his job over having written "AIDS
victim" instead of "person with AIDS". "People of
good will (emphasis added to differentiate from Ms. Johnson's better
community) ought to empathize," the cancelliers
crowed at this “victory”.
The liberals’
buzzword of the hour, next to “microaggression” of course, is “cultural
Marxism” which, during the Mean Teens was, I suppose, a sort of Communism as
perpetuates and aggravates class inequality, but gives the New-New Leftists
something to celebrate during their impotent denouncings
of every aspect of political incorrectness from twitchy college Deans to Paula Deen, from Presidential tweets (Gipper to Gypper) to them
duck-hunting fellows on the cable as miss their marks and explode twittering
songbirds in a retaliatory puff of feathered frustration. It’s a win-win situation… the CMs (who long ago
made peace with the economic inconsistencies of securing niche jobs for themselves
in gumment bureaucracies, universities, foundations
and community organizations as were financed on the wills of self-hating heirs
of robber barons like Guggenheims, Fords and Rockefellers on an unspoken
promise that they could shout and screech all they wished, even throw a little
money round so long as they never did
anything) gain the illusion of potency and importancy
whenever they can shoot down some snarky college journalist or a supermodel accused
of fat-shaming by example, while the “conservative” economic fatcats get a free pass to continue dipping into the pockets
of the public, and the government, by
advancing their policies of tax cuts and crony capitalism.
Used to think
conservatives were folks as paid their bills on time, fightin'
for industry and agin' liberals who, George Gilder
alleges, hate competition, as "wastes resources in an entropic
world." No argument there… no less an un-cultural un-Marxist than Karl’s
ghostwriter Friedrich Engels hailed the American imperative towards monopoly as
the penultimate step before dictatorship of the proletariat. (He more or less assumed that the monopolists would
then, eventually, “wither away” like death-ray Raided supervillains in the
movies as opposed to sanctioning employees who can no longer hold their water,
slapping on a cowboy hat and flying off into space. Then the Bush Supremes upheld the renomenclature of campaign bribery as “free speech” in Citizens
United and that claim by Amway that a major GOP donor owned the trademark to "freedom
fuel" as a gasoline additive.
Remember: when a
patriot or lawyer, now, uses the xenomenclature to
bellow: "Freedom is not free!", it's your freedom, not his, in the crosshairs. Not without payment of
royalties to Daniel Ortega, being as them t-shirts are
now manufactured in his Nicaraguan fiefdom! Google “Ortega”/”mansion” to see a quick and
greasy primer on that plague as killed off Communism – as if the powers and
privileges attendant to the dictators of the proletariat rendered them any
different from any other dictator, wary of what or who might be coming up in
his rear view mirror. (See an attachment
to a two year-old Don
Jones Index for more on the taming,
and domiciles, of Dannie Boy!)
Mona Charen (and
where has she gone?) used to blame "counterculture
types who opposed the war in Vietnam" for the sorry state of NASA today. (No accident that Jewish rocket just crashed on
the moon… or did it?) Warn't pilferin' pennies on the rubber
o-rings and heat-shield tiles as fall off when hit by wads of foam as
retarded Mars Explorations and kept us off Jupiter... where Stanley Kubrick and
Art C. Clarke predicted we'd have been to and back already... but shadowy traitors
and red Depends geezers as "instructed us that pride was a sin, especially
in a nation that could conduct such a war." Suck on that, Dante Aligheri! And James
T. Kirk! Also, youse
various French intellectuals and the Strawberry Alarm Clock...
And dumb
bottom-feeders, like myself, thinking, all along, the latest budget problems
resulted from Congress repealin' those old Star Wars
treaties to deploy Sith missiles against those damn Somalis... well, they
actually didn't repeal 'em so much as, in the words of Honorable
Maureen Kittridge, borrowed from Hollywood, put 'em on hiatus. Sure made Lootin’ Putin
bold ‘n happy.
Patriots, running in
place like rats on wheels, must dredge up new lingo to replace old euphemisms
like "ethnic cleansing", as lose their euphemisticity
over time the way gay marriage dropped off the radar following that bureaucrat
in Kentucky as got put in her place (but at least got to meet Pope Benedict
before he passed or, in plain
English, died)… replaced by Mexican gardeners and hooker-overpaying Governors,
stage right as opposed to dirty old Senators in airport restrooms, stage
left... then by missing birth certificates and now, it seems, by a buncha e-mails from the failed 2016 Democratic nominee,
none of which appear to imply a threesome with Bill and the dead guy in
Benghazi or Anthony Weiner or Harvey Weinstein, or Yoko Ono and the innumerable
foundation donors as populate the Panama Papers. "We are being asked to be patriots and to
obey," the former Presidential candidate and Governor, Pete duPont, rationalized certain provisions of the Patriot Act,
as were supposed to sunset but, of course, didn't. Exercising his privilege of
all cunning linguistics, "Pete" had dropped his birth name, "Pierre"
like a hot crepe, as soon as all things French became, and until that disco
shooting, remained tantamount to treason... French nationalists inveighing
against American slang and passing reataliatory laws
dictating that there would be no more hot dogs; they'll heretoafter
be called "chiens chaud"
under penalty of law.
Hotdogging Entropians, with their hand-dandy chadly-handling
spin-doctors, have so lowered the bar that, say Stephen Ansolabehere
and Shanto Iyengar in the book "Going
Negative", a "demoralized electorate" comes to expect incompetence,
scapegoating and corruption and, maybe, even desire it as
psychologically comforting. Back to the present time” jackpot! Thus, all them 2000 subliminals
flashing the word "DEMOCRATS" shrunk down to "RATS" (as Joe
Lieberman called "strange and disappointing" then got the message and
switched parties) escalated into 2004's Swift-boaters as simultaneously blasted
Pickle John Kerry as a putrid coward and psychotic murderer, then those endless
nutcase preacher soundbites, mental hospital shadows and Obama/O.J. morphing
after oh-eight as caused the best Republican President since Bill Clinton to
spend most of his second term cowering in some closet with insurance men. These aren’t lies, remember, they’re alt-facts
– as would say the Big O’s successor. And in November we were supposed to spend years
of time and millions of dollars to feign outrage over the Russians buying and
running right-wing negative advertising in favor of The President on the social
media sites, or Chinese pimping The Vice before, The President’s own mob stormed
the Capitol with nooses and chants.
(According to Mike
Pence, it was the Chinese as had the
hard-on for President Trump and his Moscophiliac golden
showers leading to the inescapable conclusion that the real puppetmasters
of American elections are… for the Democrats… Mister Mao’s disinterred legions
versus… on the Republican side… Mad Vlad and his nest of red sparrows. Somebody
had to have gotten to those eight ‘Publicans to kill the impeachment!)
Iran is in there
too, somewhere – but who’s counting or counting on them anymore as they stepped
back on nuking Tel Aviv, even providing Hamas or Hezbollah the means to do so? Pence? He paid for his audacity with that
near-necktie party.
"Only way to hit
a triple," shrugged California Democratic campaign consultant Richie Ross,
after implicating his man's rival in the molestation murder of little Polly Klass, "is to get close to the foul line."
Once "cognitariat" (say those Z-stringin'
Tofflers, a few of them maybe even “woke”) displace "proletariats",
some of us'll enjoy a wonderful future of more cans
than a pay-per-pound recycling outfit hard by Skid Row... we can clean
up pollution, can balance the budget, can educate the world's
billions digitally, can cure diseases, can even provide
meaningful work for all. But they, too, finally admit the likelihood of force -
when make-believe collapses of its own ponderousness and Americans, weary of
their politicians, media and squawking lobbies, opt for Oswald Spengler's "noble
aimlessness" under military rule.
But is it our destiny
to ape Mussolini’s (or now, it seems, Meloni’s) Italy
as junior partner to the Cossacks or Celestials standing in for Awful Adolph?
After thumbing through
"Going Negative", I lost faith in public campaign financing for the
big parties, Tweedle n' Dumbo. Preserving a national
dialogue, let alone the nation, won't be accomplished by maintaining sick
elephants and crippled (or should I say “mobility challenged”) donkeys on life
support... it's time to take up the pillows and smother the both daid!
After leaving the
Reagan cabinet, Jimmy Watt... as sold off public lands to mining and ranching
and timber people because Armageddon was nigh... used to make a high living
giving speeches to God’s faithful D-Twenty and M-thirteeners
at five grand a night because of the riots and protest that publicized his appearances.
So, one night in Michigan, the professional protesters decided not to
co-operate. Without all the free publicity, only ten people bought tickets for
the event, and it was duly cancelled. Jimmitty, as
others, had finally heard the sounds of silence... one hand clapping in a forest
where nobody listens and no trees fall because
they've already been cut down; rendered into newsprint and coffins, or perhaps
them Lincoln logs for kids to play with, erecting their little forts and walls
for plastic cowboys, Indians, Mexicans and evangelicals to scale, being in the
reconciling of force and make-believe while the underbrush catches fire and
burns, burns, burns.
Chew on that prospect, Andrew Cuomo!
And then all them Lincoln
logs get replaced by giant smelly plastic joints as discourages splinters and
their hot-doggin' Lincoln Lawyers, steps taken in
the interests of the children as might decide to swallow a few. Out of, and let’s sing the song all together,
an abundance of caution!
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