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October 9th
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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