There is always a chance that our criminal conspiracy will come to light and that we will not be able to manage the story. We can round up and torture various enemies of the people, but if things really get out of hand, and citizens take to the streets demanding justice, we have our secret weapon. We will do whatever it takes to preserve our precious Freedom.
AKMA on a new way of faithful postmodern interpretation,
Such a way does not repudiate knowing, study, critical reflection, or
truth-claims, but it affirms them in a context inseparable from a
practice of discipleship — charity, patience, service, and fidelity. I
think that converges with the other essay-notion’s attention to
disarming forced binary choices, as well. We’ll see what happens next.
If you read postmodern criticism, even certain passages in AKMA's Faithful Interpretation, on, say, Jonah, the fishy tale, the fish's tail, Stanley Fish, etc. it sounds flippant, insoucient, irreverent and insubordinate to textual authority. That is how Gonzalez sounds to me torturing the Constitution to allow him to torture you or me. When AKMA speaks here of subordinating his wit to a prior greatness, he may find that he has outgrown the influence of Fish. The Bible is a text, but that is no excuse for flamboyant, self aggrandizing bad taste. What Gonzalez is doing is indebted to Fish, only for higher stakes. Catherine Austin Fitts ruining her career, and risking her life to tell simple truth about complex lies, could teach us all a little about Christianity as a way of life, bearing witness at whatever cost. The Gospels are pretty simple to understand. Every child does. It is the grownups who have a hard time with it because they can't even half way live up to the text and so make it inscrutable, lest its claim on them bring them to the Via Dolorosa. "I do not know the man," is repeated in every postmodern class. We deny the obvious meaning of the text, for the risk it poses to our own complacency and well being. Postmodernism was born in Vichy France, as a system of alibis, and has found a good home here just in time for it come in handy in excusing our moral cowardice as our Constitution is subverted by those sworn to protect it. "Is there a Constitution in this classroom? A Bill of Rights? A writ of Habeas Corpus?" We don't answer such questions with words alone, or if we do our words are acts - brave, cowardly, evasive or whatever it might be. The fatal price is paid, I should add by those whose interpretation is tellingly and unmistakably correct. Hence the proliferation of cant. We are shamefast in the presence of the truth.
Imagine my boots in plaster. I could be set up all over the Wealth Bondage Empire for my minions to worship. Wherever two or three gather to praise the Free Market, my boots, high as a skyscraper, will be there.
The Constitution says we can't suspend your right to a fair trial. It does not say you have such a right. We can round you up, take you to an undisclosed location, try you in secret, use evidence you never see, and sentence you as we see fit. You do not have the right to a conventional court. But these Terror Courts would only apply if you are deemed, rightly or wrongly for whatever reasons by authorities uknown and beyond appeal, an enemy of the state. Do you have a problem with that? Apparently not. Well, then, I have here a list. Let us just say that things are being handled in the best interest of all concerned. I am not a liberty to give specifics. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a Prayer Breakfast with Candidia.
Catherine Austin Fitts, what she calls the Tapeworm is what we call Wealth Bondage. We are in Wealth Bondage, but like the tapeworm, wealth bondage is in us too. We are the hosts on which it is parasitic. The chemicals it secrets make us hungry for what it wants. Catherine, a voice as strong as Nader's, Chomsky's, or Naomi Kline's, blogs here. She has, per Wikipedia, leadership experience inside Wealth Bondage at the Candidia Cruikshanks level. She runs a financial advisory firm, Solari. Her detailed inside story here, of the nexus of markets, politics, Wall Street and drug money, naming dates, places, government agencies, investment banks and bankers, journalists, lawyers, judges, and government officials, along with various dollar amounts is perhaps the most chilling thing you will read this year.
Humanity has often wept over the fate of the aborigines of this
country, and philanthropy has been long busily employed in devising
means to avert it, but its progress has never for a moment been
arrested, and one by one have many powerful tribes disappeared from the
earth. To follow to the tomb the last of his race and to tread on the
graves of extinct nations excite melancholy reflections. But true
philanthropy reconciles the mind to these vicissitudes as it does to
the extinction of one generation to make room for another. In the
monuments and fortresses of an unknown people, spread over the
extensive regions of the West, we behold the memorials of a once
powerful race, which was exterminated or has disappeared to make room
for the existing savage tribes. Nor is there anything in this which,
upon a comprehensive view of the general interests of the human race,
is to be regretted. Philanthropy could not wish to see this continent
restored to the condition in which it was found by our forefathers.
What good man would prefer a country covered with forests and ranged by
a few thousand savages to our extensive republic, studded with cities,
towns, and prosperous farms, embellished with all the improvements
which art can devise or industry execute, occupied by more than 12
million happy people, and filled with all the blessings of liberty,
civilization, and religion?
Too long a quote. Had to cut it from The State of the Union, but I thought I would blog it here.
Sean is so cute. Gawd, what a hunk! And he has like this super brain. His whole head steams. Anyways, he invests my Trust Fund for me. I told him I want it values-aligned, ok? Nothing but Prada. He told me to ask Daddy. I told him screw Daddy. It is my Trust Fund and when Daddy is gone you are going to be working for me, Sean. And Daddy is older than dirt. So, we compromised, half Prada and half Gucci. That way I am diversified: Shoes and handbags. I think a person's trust fund investments make an important fashion statement, don't you? Next Sean is going to work on my Foundation. I am thinking we will invest in high interest loans to poor people, you know, those payday loan places? We can help the poor and make, like 35% off them. Pierre says I am gonna win the Ayn Rand Philanthropy prize 'cuz I am a social investor who looks out for #1.
"There are a lot of young people hitting 25 who are making, say,
$35,000 a year, who expected they'd be millionaires or at least making
six figures," says psychologist Jean Twenge. She's a professor at San
Diego State University and author of "Generation Me: Why Today's Young
Americans Are More Confident, Assertive, Entitled -- and More Miserable
Than Ever Before."
Gawd, I mean how pathetic! They should just ask Daddy to increase their trust fund payout. Stupid people. Daddies hate whiners. You just got to get on Daddy's nerves. Then out comes the checkbook. I should, like give lessons or something. I could be a personal coach. "Whine to be Great." I could do a book. Get rich. Then my parents would stop bitching at me all the time to get a job or whatever.