On The Roots Of Social COWARDICE In This Display Of Force
by B Wook, Chief Constable, Bureau “B,” Cadwal Conservancy [retd]
Cowardice is a state in which the dark imagination overcomes the ability at least to display confidence, still more the capacity to act out of the imperatives of ones own immediate self, group & setting. This widespread demoralization of Americans is an unforeseen consequence of a state that grew (and, grew) through eight decades & the stages of an offered “safety” to electorates; economic in the beginning and, then in a kind of exhortation of the electioneering mantra of a procession of real needs also useful to the politician, the promises of a growing & benevolent “protection” from the many consequences of hard luck, ill health & so on. There is a lot of latent woman-speak in this stage:
That same kind of panic at the hearth underlay after all the drive to make an atomic bomb in wartime, too. So, grew the drive to keep people “safe” from foreign enemies and, more insidiously, from the extremes of their own stochases of thought. Too wide ranging speculations by blocs proved most easily controllable with doses of fear; this, however, carries a price as the dosage must be increased to coerce the stylish compliance of more-and-more jaded, rotten populations. By the same token, the falling apart of social bonds that, alas, require at least a minimum of internalized taboo & sanction to be effective, meant that an apparent need arose to supervise the burgeoning depravities (sic) of the internal & growing masses of the languid & hypersexualized & all-now-somewhat-subsidized; those legions of a populace now undergoing the barbarization of materialism & its the insistence on the exclusive literalism of “all” suffering.
So, by steps, the kindly (sic) therapeutic Democrat state has turned in the empty fullness of three generations mutatis mutandis into the custodial GOP incorporation.
A dark shadow on this all as on so many things is the problem of the war between men & women; the yelps of “honey…do SOMETHING!” soon enough became tiresome, then were felt not as calls for a manly display of penes aloft & twitching biceps…but, mutatis mutandis, as just a plain agonized & agonizing, and above all a sublimely annoying [nonstop, ie — ed], bitching! So it is no accident, now, that so many of our young ‘uns (of all genders!) repudiate the dreary PC atmosphere of a now-irrelevant “university,” that is to say the maternal, and for preference crowd the mock-fatherly ranks of a professionalized & therefore (NB) no-win “military,” for therein dangles the (historically deeply false) promise of almighty power.
But, the corruptions of non-productive “helping professionalism,” under which nothing & no one in the end can “get better,” has infected now both the therapeutic AND the custodial mode of the bankrupt state, whereupon we are one & all deeply & irremediably & miserably fucked & far, far from our late-modern Constitutional home. And so, now, while playing Umschlagplatz with Death in the nursing home, we all run away to beat the band down urinaceous halls, and wheel & buzz along in our Rascal chairs to the locked & chained emergency doors, to try to evade the shotgun blasts, Taser play & other displays of the unbearable rage of our man-boy grandchild police (of all genders…), stuck as they are with us all at the dim dead end of just another feculent hallway of History.
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[10 October 2013]