Till Eulenspiegel & the Lords of Careerism
by Bodwyn Wook
“When any collective, and especially an hermetic professional grouping [such as all the new-minted ‘anti-terrorism professionals’ of the past johnny-come-lately twelve years], loses touch with the broader society, they invariably succumb to terminal seriousness and get nervous about ‘quacks’ blowing up their dodgy monopoly.” [Bodwyn Wook]
Edward Snowden’s father has written:
“If he comes back to the United States, he is going to be treated horribly. He is going to be thrown into a hole. He is not going to be allowed to speak.” The 52-year-old said he had been as “surprised as the rest of America” when his son, who worked for a contractor, was revealed as the source of the leaks about surveillance by the National Security Agency to the Guardian. “As a father it pains me what he did,” Snowden said. “I wish my son could simply have sat in Hawaii and taken the big paycheck, lived with his beautiful girlfriend and enjoyed paradise. But as an American citizen, I am absolutely thankful for what he did.”
And to be sure there is a high human price now to be paid by this young one who has so badly yanked the chains of his lords and masters in the midst of the factitious delights of their largely self-proclaimed and, now, utterly self-referential “terror war” enterprise.
But if these ace data-miners and their ilk knew as much about the function of the human mind as they do about flogging “information,” then they perhaps would not be so completely in a rage.
Collectively, of course, they are in a fury and therein lies the problem:
When any collective, and especially an hermetic professional grouping, loses touch with the broader society, they invariably succumb to terminal seriousness and get nervous about “quacks” blowing up their monopoly.
In turn, it is this psychological onesidedness, then, that the Trickster in all the myths emerges to confound!
For Edward Snowden in many ways is the Till Eulenspiegel in the piece — holding up an embarrassing mirror to a load of career-ridden professional males (and, “their” women) who have more than enough reason not to be flattered by what they see.
Most degrading of all is their complete lack of any sense of humor and of any kind of capacity whatsoever for a beneficial self-deprecation:
These are careerists in the full reek of solipsism, Viagra and all the rest of the indignities of middle age, they are among the more “powerful” members of an otherwise historically insignificant generation notable only for its indecency, that only can make it so much the worse for him, and so for now young Mr Eulenspiegel is right to stay away.
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[1 August 2013]