Friday, August 31, 2012
Clownshow 2012: Of Hubris and Hurricanes
As longtime Secret Sun readers are aware, there was a lot of semiotic horseplay among both parties in the previous Presidential election. For reasons that probably have to do with some kind of quasi-Masonic association that high-placed members of the Washington elite belong to, there were a lot of in-jokes dealing with Sirius, the fabled star of Egyptian mythology (among other traditions) that the Freemasons had absorbed into their catch-as-catch-can symbolic stew during one of history's periodic Egyptomania periods. The one in question was inspired by the dawn of a new age of European imperialism, an age that brought none other than Napoleon himself to the banks of the Nile.
The Masons had originally built their rituals around Judeo-Christian esotericism: bits of Old Testament lore, the Kabbalah, Alchemy, Rosicrucianism, Templar mythology. And to most practicing Freemasons, that's more or less where their focus remains.
But their appropriation of Egyptian iconography has become notorious in many circles, most especially the pantpisser set, who erupt into fits of existential terror whenever they see anything vaguely ancient Egyptian. Through a daisy chain of misinterpretation, malappropriation and downright stupidity, a perfect innocent ancient civilization has been identified with relatively recent phenomena like the Freemasons, the Bavarian Illuminati, and so on and so forth.
Time is the Great Clarifier, however, and it's becoming increasingly clear that pantpissers aren't merely over-excited paranoids, most of them are either closet or unconscious fascists. They run around dropping talismanic codewords like "freedom" and "liberty" but in fact they want nothing more than for a convincing strongman to rise from the chaos and take all of the uncertainty away. This shouldn't surprise anyone- all of the anti-Illuminati propaganda is merely old Fascist secret police agitprop dusted off and dressed up for the YouTube generation.
The last wave of Fascism was all about uniting the working class against strawmen and scapegoats to build up powerful national industries and armed forces. But what is the endgame in the age of Globalism? Corporate overlords are much more interested in exploiting developing markets and workforces in countries that don't have these bothersome ideas of liberty and individualism, even if they're rather hollow. They look at the American working and middle classes as an impediment to ever-greater profits. They see the American working class as a particularly bad bargain; overpaid, overfed and undereducated.
So the further to the right the Republican Party moves, the more it finds itself in an untenable position. The interests, beliefs and attitudes of its elites are diametrically opposed to its voting base, and all of the scapegoats in the world can't paper over that gulf. Party mandarins like Grover Norquist twirled their mustaches in glee over the Libertarians marching behind Ron Paul, until they realized that a good deal of them signed up for eccentric ideas like marijuana decriminalization and weren't much interested in the GOPs pet agenda of religious authoritarianism. Even if that agenda was actually Paul's dirty secret as well.
This has been the summer of bad mojo, and you can't help but wonder if all these shootings in historically Democratic congressional districts (the latest in Rush Holt's) aren't just a weird coincidence.
But bad mojo cuts both ways. It probably seemed like a great idea to have Blue State Republican Governor Chris Christie give the keynote speech at the convention until everyone realized that his policies have led to nearly 10% unemployment. He waited 17 minutes to mention his party's nominee, which may or may not be more semiotic hijinks, but either way said nominee had his spin doctors on the floor badmouthing the speech not long after.
The spin doctors were working overtime when Clint Eastwood- suddenly looking every one of his 82 years and then some- took the stage to deliver a bizarre and rambling dialogue with an empty chair. That stunt overshadowed Romney's robotic speech and put the capper on a bellyflop of a convention for the Republicans.
The largely Republican heartland has been battered by a scorching heat and a record drought approaching Dust Bowl levels has ravaged states all across the Midwest. But the kicker for me was when Hurricane Isaac blew into town and settled over Florida, delaying the start of the Convention.
In ancient times such an event would have sent planners into fits of panic. The whole purpose of an event like this is purely ritual, purely ceremonial. Political conventions have no practical purpose in this day and age. And a party that is nominating two men who follow religions that tens of millions of their party's staunchest voters see as nothing better than occultic witchery really needed to put forward a flawless ceremonial display, even if they're running against a black man and a collapsed economy.
But these people are so unimaginably rich, so pampered, so untouched by pain, despair or poverty that they don't know any better. They subscribe to the God of the peasants because it's politically advantageous to them, but in fact they worship no one but themselves. They see themselves as virtual Olympians on the earth, born into wealth and privilege, given to cruelty and deceit, and blessed by the Archons to rub our noses in shit for the rest of our lives.
Or maybe not. Isaac is a very interesting symbol in all of this, since it was he whom Abraham was called to sacrifice. When his life was spared at the very last moment, Abraham then adopted a new god to serve, forsaking all others. Isaac was in fact the linchpin of a wave that swept the globe and continues to do so to this day.
But often revolutions turn in on themselves and lose sight of their original meanings and become exactly what they set out to replace. This is a kind of hubris, a sense that the laws no longer apply. It's at that point that they collapse. More often than not, messages are sent, warnings are proffered, omens are revealed.
Almost always they are ignored.
It's very difficult for me to write about all of this because I don't see much of an alternative at the moment. I don't pay any attention at all to the Democrats because I think they're largely weak and ineffectual. By design.
No one wants to lose out on the jackpot that powerful politicians hit in the private sector once they leave office. Stand up for the working stiff and you won't be seen as a team player. So just make a bunch of vague speeches about inclusion and diversity and you'll do just fine. You can play good cop.
But forces are at work that are beyond human agency. I know that might be hard to accept but history usually bears it out. I do believe the arc of history is moving towards a brighter day, the only question is just how dark it will get before the dawn.
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