I suspect that there is a lot of people everywhere in the world now, who are puzzled by the fact that not only corporate mass-media, but also all institutions of the so-called "democracy", all the "elected representatives of the people" without exception started the world-wide political campaign of fake "covid-19 pandemics", which is ruinous for real economy because of lockdowns and for the health of the people because of masks and gene-modifying mRNA-"vaccines".
Well, it ought to be expected. The only force which can protect the people from the outrage of the multibillionaires' globalist WEF cabal is the people itself.
Bourgeois "democracy" (I call it in Russian "dermokratiya", i.e. the government of shit) was a fake just from the beginning. This is how it was depicted by Honoré Daumier as "The legislative belly" in 1834:
It was and remains a puppet theatre where all the decisions are made by the super-rich masters behind the curtain, and the "representatives of the people" merely rubberstamp these decisions. The only difference between the aristocratic monarchies and the bourgeois dermokratiya is that the rule of monarchs and aristocracy is a candid tyranny, whereas the rule of money bags is a hidden and hypocritical tyranny.
Sometimes some of these hidden dictators (the newcomers and idiots among them) start acting openly, for example, most recently Mr. Bill Gates and Mr. Elon Musk. The clever ones (for example, the Rothschilds, the Mellons and the Rockefellers) always cautiously remain in hiding - like blood-sucking bugs and ticks - and promote their agenda using pathetic puppet celebrities - Mr. Kissinger, Mr. Brzezinski, Mr. Schwab, Mr. Macron, Miss Greta Thunberg etc...
There can be NO democracy without equality, therefore the only possible democracy of industrial mass society is communism. To become really free not to fool, rob and kill fellow humans (as the word "liberty" is understood by the capitalists), but to be free for harmoniously cooperating and helping each other, people must reject the bestiality of capitalist system and to acquire totally different - socialist - system of social and interpersonal relations. This can be achieved only by applying the behaviorist operant technology of social engineering.
The people before World War I understood the necessity to wipe out capitalism because there were still many overt tyrannies - monarchies, whereas nowadays the tyranny of real masters of the world - the globalist oligarchy of super-rich scoundrels - is hidden behind fake bourgeois "democracy" and the people is thoroughly brainwashed by mass-media. This is why the people is being usually defeated and the money bags are always winning.
This situation is disastrous because this oligarchy knows pretty well that capitalism has reached the dead end of its development, both economical (the explanation see here: https://behaviorist-socialist.blogspot.com/2021/01/it-is-capitalism-stupid.html ) and political (capitalist scum has to hide its intentions from the people). The only way open for capitalism is backwards into fascism, neo-feudalism and slavery. The goal of notorious "Great Reset" and "Green New Deal" is global totalitarian reign of a bunch of super-rich parasites over radically reduced mankind kept in desperate debt slavery. The most obvious and disgusting examples of this retrograde reactionary "development" (actually: decay) are all post-Soviet capitalist regimes with the exception of Belarus. Take, for example, a neonazi bandero-fascist regime in the Ukraine or the restored tsarist despotism with its ridiculous double-headed eagle in Russia. And the whole world is suffering from the same standard operating procedures of Western imperialism as already in the 19th century: the incessant aggressive wars and the neo-colonial exploitation and plundering of the "Third World".
The only way from this bloody bestiality of capitalism is the revolution against the tyrannies, both overt and hidden. We have to regain healthy political common sense which the mankind had before the World War I. Therefore today I offer to your attention the beginning of "The Brave Soldier Švejk (Shveyk)" (also translated into English as "The Good Soldier Švejk") - the posthumous (remained unfinished in 1923) novel by Czech author Jaroslav Hašek (Hashek). As you will see, Mr. Švejk is NOT an intellectual; he is an ordinary commoner endowed with common sense.
* * *
Jaroslav Hašek:
"The Brave Soldier Švejk Intervenes in the Great War
'And so they've killed our Ferdinand,' said the charwoman to Mr Švejk, who had left military service years before, after having been finally certified by an army medical board as an imbecile, and now lived by selling dogs - ugly, mongrel monstrosities whose pedigrees he forged.
Apart from this occupation he suffered from rheumatism and was at this very moment rubbing his knees with Ellimann's patented ointment.
'Which Ferdinand, Mrs Müller?' he asked, going on with the massaging. 'I know two Ferdinands. One is delivery servant at Pruša's drugstore, and once by mistake he drank a bottle of hair lotion there. And the other is Ferdinand Kokoška who removes dog shit from the streets. Neither of them is any loss.
'Oh no, sir, it's His Imperial Highness, the Archduke Ferdinand, from Konopište, the fat churchy one.'
'Jesus Maria!' exclaimed Švejk. 'What a grand job!And where did it happen to His Imperial Highness?'
'They bumped him off at Sarajevo, sir, with a revolver, you know. He drove there in a car with his Archduchess.'
'Well, there you have it, Mrs Müller, in a car. Yes, of course, a gentleman like him can afford it, but he never imagines that a drive like that might finish up badly. And at Sarajevo into the bargain! That's in Bosnia, Mrs Müller. I expect the Turks did it. You know, we never ought to have taken Bosnia and Herzegovina from them. And so you see, Mrs Müller. His Imperial Highness now rests with the angels. Did he suffer long?'
'His Imperial Highness was done for at once, sir. You know, a revolver isn't just a toy. Not long ago there was a gentleman in Nusle, where I come from, who fooled about with a revolver too. And what happened? He shot his whole family and the porter too who came up to see who was doing the shooting there on the third floor.'
'There are some revolvers, Mrs Müller, that won't go off even if you bust yourself. There are lots of that type. But for His Imperial Highness I'm sure they must have bought something better. And I wouldn't mind betting, Mrs Müller, that the chap who did it put on smart togs for the occasion. Potting at an Imperial Highness is no easy job, you know. It's not like a poacher potting at a gamekeeper. The question is how you get at him. You can't come near a fine gentleman like that if you're dressed in rags. You've got to wear a topper; so that cops don't nab you beforehand.'
'They say there were a lot of them, sir.'
'Well, of course, Mrs Müller,' said Švejk, finishing massaging his knees. 'If you wanted to kill His Imperial Highness or for that matter even His Imperial Majesty the emperor, you'd certainly need advice. Several heads are wiser than one. One chap advises you this, another that, and then "the deed is crowned with success", as our national anthem says. The main thing is to watch out for the moment when a gentleman like this rides past. Just like old Luccheni, if you remember, who stabbed our late lamented (empress) Elizabeth with a file. He just went for a stroll with her. Who's going to trust anybody now? After that there'll be no more strolls for empresses! And a lot of other persons'll have it coming to them too, you know. You mark my words, Mrs Müller, it'll be the turn of the Tsar and the Tsarina next and maybe, though God forbid, even of His Imperial Majesty the Emperor, now they've started with his uncle. He's got a lot of enemies, the old gentleman has. Even more than Ferdinand. Not long ago a gentleman was telling us in the pub that a time would come when all these emperors would get done in one after the other, and all the king's horses and all the king's men wouldn't save them. After that he hadn't any money to pay his bill and the landlord had to have him arrested. And he hit the landlord across the jaw once and the policeman twice. So after that they took him away in a drunks' cart to sober him up again. Well, Mrs Müller, what a world we live in, to be sure! What a loss for Austria again! (...) I can imagine that His Imperial Highness, the Archduke Ferdinand, made a mistake about that chap who shot him. He saw a gentleman and thought, "He must be a decent fellow who's giving me a cheer." And instead of that he gave him bang! bang! Did he give him one bang or several, Mrs Müller?'
'The newspaper says, sir, that His Imperial Highness was riddled like a sieve. He emptied all his cartridges into him.'
'Well, it goes jolly quickly, Mrs Müller, terribly quickly. I'd buy a Browning for a job like that. It looks like a toy, but in a couple of minutes you can shoot twenty archdukes with it, never mind whether they're thin or fat. Although, between you and me, a fat archduke's a better mark than a thin one. You may remember the time they shot that king of theirs in Portugal? He was a fat chap too. After all, you wouldn't expect a king to be thin, would you? Well, now I'm going to the pub, U Čaši (The Chalice), and if anyone comes here for that miniature pinscher, which I took an advance on, tell them I've got him in my kennels in the country, that I've only just cropped his ears, and he mustn't be moved until they heal up, otherwise they'll catch cold. Would you please give the key to the house-porter."
.
Keine Kommentare:
Kommentar veröffentlichen