Thursday, March 25, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
When I get depressed and lose my way, I often find the answer to my questions can be found in Scripture.
I have been so disgusted with you people. Seriously. So I have been Elsewhere, mostly in Second Life. I'd tell you where, but then I'd be inundated with people who wanted to talk politics, save my soul or worse yet, people who get the two concepts confused in their minds.
For lo, it is not a great sign of Progress when a democratic majority in the United States cannot simply pass a straightforward Health Reform bill, nor is the current bastard compromise up to the standards of any actually civilized nation.
When people like Glenn Beck hoot and holler about how "social justice" is a code word for Nazism and Socialism and you should leave your church if they teach it... well, there are always wandering lunatics. People who just don't understand the concept.
Nor is Canada any much better, when a Conservative government colludes with a pliable Governor General in order to shut down all debate, Red Letter Christianityinquiry or examination of it's accomplishments to date - which seems to be a plate of Prorogues.
So I've been wandering about cyberspace, trying in spots to make sense of it all, but mostly ignoring you people just as hard as I could. Because I'm disgusted. As far as I can tell, the intelligence of the North American electorate would be improved by randomly dispensing icepick lobotomies to every tenth registered voter.
I was waiting for a sign. And someone BOUGHT one from me. (Irony abounds here...)
And lo, it was given unto me, a sign that there was one who got it. One who was Enlightened. One who grocked the bitter, yet hiliarious joke that has been the politics of these last several decades.
hypnotic power over the unenlightened. Under the Illuminati program, children in grade school are taught to be unable to consciously see the word "fnord". For the rest of their lives, every appearance of the word subconsciously generates a feeling of uneasiness and confusion, and prevents rational consideration of the subject. This results in a perpetual low-grade state of fear in the populace. The Government acts on the premise that a fearful populace keeps them in power.
In the Shea/Wilson construct, fnords are scattered liberally in the text of newspapers and magazines, causing fear and anxiety in those following current events. However, there are no fnords in the advertisements, encouraging a consumerist society. It is implied in the books that fnord is not the actual word used for this task, but merely a substitute, since most readers would be unable to see the actual word.
To see the fnords means to be unaffected by the supposed hypnotic power of the word or, more loosely, of other fighting words. A more common expression of the concept would be "to read between the lines." The phrase "I have seen the fnords" was famously graffitied on a railway bridge (known locally as Anarchy Bridge) between Earlsdon and Coventry (U.K.) city centre throughout the 1980s and 1990s, until the bridge was upgraded. The bridge and the phrase were mentioned in the novel A Touch of Love by Jonathan Coe.
And having laughed, and laughed... I do believe it's time to start laughing AT some of these idjuts. But first, read Wilson's. Then read "The Authoritarians." Then go back and try to figure out after a week or so which idea came from which book!
And that is when you too will end a period of your life with a very emphatic /fnord!
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