Why The Never-ending Déjà Vu?

"During the late 1960s, I watched in despair as my brilliantly gifted [American] piano students suddenly began to speak as if someone had replaced their brains with prerecorded tapes. They spoke in phrases—repeated mechanically—which were neither the product of, nor accessible to, intelligent consideration. At first, these tapes seemed to contain only a few slogans about "love and peace." Fruitful conversation became impossible, but that was merely regrettable. The situation became alarming when the "tapes" began to include words and phrases that had become familiar to me in Hungary during the Nazi and Soviet occupations, and which contributed to the reasons for my decision to escape. Worse yet, the words and phrases were soon followed by practices of similar pedigree.

"Reactionary," "exploitation," "oppressor and oppressed," and "redistribution" were some of the words taken straight from the Marxist repertoire. The term "politically correct" first came to my attention through the writings of Anton Semionovich Makarenko, Lenin’s expert on education. Adolf Hitler preferred the version "socially correct." Then came the affirmative action forms which classified people by ancestry—first signed into law in Nazi Germany—and the preferential treatment of specific categories, introduced by the Stalinist government in 1950."  (Balint Bazsony, America's 30 Year War)

Utopian Scheme #59

When I first stumbled on this concept, I thought it was a case of hegemony of the ballerinas.  But actually, pantisocracy was another bungled "Garden of Eden" hatched by Coleridge and Southey.

When will they ever learn?

Suspicions Confirmed

When the news about Breivik & the Norwegian island blast first broke, my immediate hunch was:  false flag.  Because who'd benefit from the fallout?  Precisely:  the NWOers (whose handmaidens are the Leftists).  Just now, I stumbled on a brilliant confirmation of my theory.  The writer also mentions something that really astonished me: 

The killing in 1967 of an unarmed demonstrator by a police officer in West Berlin set off a left-wing protest movement and put conservative West Germany on course to evolve into the progressive country it has become today.

Now a discovery in the archives of the East German secret police, known as the Stasi, has upended Germany’s perception of its postwar history. The killer, Karl-Heinz Kurras, though working for the West Berlin police, was at the time also acting as a Stasi spy for East Germany.

One single solitary grain of sand can throw the whole watch out of kilter.

Neutral Gear?

An anagram for "coasting" is "agnostic."  Does that mean spiritual drifting? ;)

Departures

If you've not seen this fabulous Japanese film, run to your nearest video shop and buy it!


As an appetizer, here's one tidbit that left me guffawing:  the protagonist and a secretary are standing by some caskets, discussing embalming.  The secretary says, "This is a niche market."  (No, the film is not slapstick, though especially in the first part, there's a lot of humor.)

What's In A Name?

Consider the first name of Russian composer Mussorgsky:  "Modest."  {gasp}  Did his parents hate him?  Isn't that choice of name a form of child abuse?  Can you imagine what a guy with a name like that would go through as a teen or in the service?  I mean, sure, I'm all for not saddling your kid with insipid names like Bill, Bob or Tom, but..."Modest"?  Surely you jest!  

(Yeah, I know, in Russian, "Modest" probably doesn't have the same meaning/ring.)

Delicate Balance

One dog barks at something, and a hundred bark at the bark.  ~Chinese Proverb


Back in the 70's and early 80's, you'd often see a bumper sticker reading "Question Authority!"  It's of course true that the herd mentality (aka "group think") is lethal, but at the same time, on whose authority can anybody tell me to question authority?  If we question in a constructive way, then fine (i.e. to avoid having a society as symbolized in Shirley Jackson's story "The Lottery"), but if we are advocating sheer nihilism or anarchy, then we're cutting off our nose to spite our face.