Showing posts with label Nietzsche. Show all posts
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Wednesday 4 May 2022

Damned Things











APPENDIX TETH
HAGBARD'S BOOKLET
After prolonged pleading and vehement prayers of entreaty, the authors finally prevailed upon Hagbard Celine to allow us to quote some further illuminating passages from his booklet Never Whistle While You're Pissing.* (Before we made these frantic efforts, he wanted us to publish the whole thing.)

* The title, he informs us, is taken from R. H. Blythe's Zen in English Literature and Oriental Classics.

The story is instructive: Blythe, studying za-zen (sitting zen, or dhyana meditation) in a monastery at Kyoto, asked the roshi (Zen Master) if there was any further discipline he should adopt to accelerate his progress. The roshi replied, concisely, "Never whistle while you're pissing." Cf. Gurdjieff's endless diatribes about "concentration," the rajah in Huxley's Island who unleashed talking mynah birds to remind his citizens constantly "Here and now, boys, here and now!" and Jesus, "Whatever thy hand findest to do, do it with all thy heart."

Here, then, are some of the keys to the strange head of Hagbard Celine: I once overheard two botanists arguing over a Damned Thing that had blasphemously sprouted in a college yard. One claimed that the Damned Thing was a tree and the other claimed that it was a shrub. They each had good scholarly arguments, and they were still debating when I left them.

The World is forever spawning Damned Things — things that are neither tree nor shrub, fish nor fowl, black nor white — and the categorical thinker can only regard the spiky and buzzing world of sensory fact as a profound insult to his card-index system of classifications. Worst of all are the facts which violate "common sense," that dreary bog of sullen prejudice and muddy inertia. The whole history of science is the odyssey of a pixilated card-indexer perpetually sailing between such Damned Things and desperately juggling his classifications to fit them in, just as the history of politics is the futile epic of a long series of attempts to line up the Damned Things and cajole them to march in regiment.

Every ideology is a mental murder, a reduction of dynamic living processes to static classifications, and every classification is a Damnation, just as every inclusion is an exclusion. In a busy, buzzing universe where no two snow-flakes are identical, and no two trees are identical, and no two people are identical — and, indeed, the smallest subatomic particle, we are assured, is not even identical with itself from one microsecond to the next — every card-index system is a self-delusion. "Or, to put it more charitably," as Nietzsche says, "we are all better artists than we realize."

It is easy to see that the label "Jew" was a Damnation in Nazi Germany, but actually the label "Jew" is a Damnation anywhere, even where anti-Semitism does not exist. "He is a Jew," "He is a doctor," and "He is a poet" mean, to the card-indexing center of the cortex, that my experience with him will be like my experience with other Jews, other doctors, and other poets. Thus, individuality is ignored when identity is asserted.

At a party or any place where strangers meet, watch this mechanism in action. Behind the friendly overtures there is wariness as each person fishes for the label that will identify and Damn the other. Finally, it is revealed: "Oh, he's an advertising copywriter," "Oh, he's an engine-lathe operator." Both parties relax, for now they know how to behave, what roles to play in the game. Ninety-nine percent of each has been Damned; the other is reacting to the 1 percent that has been labeled by the card-index machine. 

Certain Damnations are socially and intellectually necessary, of course. A custard pie thrown in a comedian's face is Damned by the physicist who analyzes it according to the Newtonian laws of motion. These equations tell us all we want to know about the impact of the pie on the face, but nothing about the human meaning of the pie-throwing.

A cultural anthropologist, analyzing the social function of the comedian as shaman, court jester, and king's surrogate, explains the pie-throwing as a survival of the Feast of Fools and the killing of the king's double. This Damns the subject in another way. A psychoanalyst, finding an Oedipal castration ritual here, has performed a third Damnation, and the Marxist, seeing an outlet for the worker's repressed rage against the bosses, performs a fourth. Each Damnation has its values and its uses, but it is nonetheless a Damnation unless its partial and arbitrary nature is recognized.

The poet, who compares the pie in the comedian's face with The Decline of the West or his own lost love, commits a fifth Damnation, but in this case the game element and whimsicality of the symbolism are safely obvious. At least, one would hope so; reading the New Critics occasionally raises doubts on this point.

Human society can be structured either according to the principle of Authority or according to the principle of Liberty. Authority is a static social configuration in which people act as superiors and inferiors: a sadomasochistic relationship. Liberty is a dynamic social configuration in which people act as equals: an erotic relationship. In every interaction between people, either Authority or Liberty is the dominant factor. Families, churches, lodges, clubs, and corporations are either more authoritarian than libertarian or more libertarian than authoritarian.

It becomes obvious as we proceed that the most pugnacious and intolerant form of authority is the State, which even today dares to assume an absolutism which the Church itself has long ago surrendered and to enforce obedience with the techniques of the Church's old and shameful Inquisition. Every form of authoritarianism is, however, a small "State," even if it has a membership of only two. Freud's remark to the effect that the delusion of one man is neurosis and the delusion of many men is religion can be generalised : The authoritarianism of one man is crime and the authoritarianism of many men is the State. Benjamin Tucker wrote quite accurately :

Aggression is simply another name for government. Aggression, invasion, government are interchangeable terms. The essence of government is control, or the attempt to control. He who attempts to control another is a governor, an aggressor, an invader; and the nature of such invasion is not changed, whether it be made by one man upon another man, after the manner of the ordinary criminal, or by one man upon all other men, after the manner of an absolute monarch, or by all other men upon one man, after the manner of a modern democracy

Tucker's use of the word "invasion" is remarkably precise, considering that he wrote more than fifty years before the basic discoveries of ethology. Every Act of Authority is, in fact, an invasion of the psychic and physical territory of another.

Every fact of science was once Damned. Every invention was considered impossible. Every discovery was a nervous shock to some orthodoxy. Every artistic innovation was denounced as fraud and folly. The entire web of culture and "progress," everything on earth that is manmade and not given to us by nature, is the concrete manifestation of some man's refusal to bow to Authority. We would own no more, know no more, and be no more than the first apelike hominids if it were not for the rebellious, the recalcitrant, and the intransigent. As Oscar Wilde truly said, "Disobedience was man's Original Virtue."

The human brain, which loves to read descriptions of itself as the universe's most marvellous organ of perception, is an even more marvellous organ of rejection. The naked facts of our economic game, are easily discoverable and undeniable once stated, but conservatives—who are usually individuals who profit every day of their lives from these facts—manage to remain oblivious to them, or to see them through a very rosy-tinted and distorting lens. (Similarly, the revolutionary ignores the total testimony ofhistory about the natural course of revolution, through violence, to chaos, back to the starting point) We must remember that thought is abstraction. In Einstein's metaphor, the relationship between a physical fact and our mental reception of that fact is not like the relationship between beef and beef-broth, a simple matter of extraction and condensation; rather, as Einstein goes on, it is like the relationship between our overcoat and the ticket given us when we check our overcoat. In other words, human perception involves coding even more than crude sensing. The mesh of language, or of mathematics, or of a school of art, or of any system of human abstracting, gives to our mental constructs the structure, not of the original fact, but of the symbol system into which it is coded, just as a map-maker colors a nation purple not because it is purple but because his code demands it. But every code excludes certain things, blurs other things, and overemphasises still other things. Nijinski's celebrated leap through the window at the climax of Le Spectre d'une Rose is best coded in the ballet notation system used by choreographers; verbal language falters badly in attempting to convey it; painting or sculpture could capture totally the magic of one instant, but one instant only, of it; the physicist's equation, Force = Mass X Acceleration, highlights one aspect of it missed by all these other codes, but loses everything else about it. Every perception-is influenced, formed, and structured by the habitual coding habits — mental game habits — of the perceiver.

All authority is a function of coding, of game rules. Men have arisen again and again armed with pitchforks to fight armies with cannon; men have also submitted docilely to the weakest and most tottery oppressors. It all depends on the extent to which coding distorts perception and conditions the physical (and mental) reflexes.

It seems at first glance that authority could not exist at all if all men were cowards or if no men were cowards, but flourishes as it does only because most men are cowards and some men are thieves. Actually, the inner dynamics of cowardice and submission on the one hand and of heroism and rebellion on the other are seldom consciously realized either by the ruling class or the servile class. Submission is identified not with cowardice but with virtue, rebellion not with heroism but with evil. To the Roman slave-owners, Spartacus was not a hero and the obedient slaves were not cowards; Spartacus was a villain and the obedient slaves were virtuous. The obedient slaves believed this also. The obedient always think of themselves as virtuous rather than cowardly.

If authority implies submission, liberation implies equality; authority exists when one man obeys another, and liberty exists when men do not obey other men. Thus, to say that authority exists is to say that class and caste exist, that submission and inequality exist. To say that liberty exists is to say that classlessness exists, to say that brotherhood and equality exist.

Authority, by dividing men into classes, creates dichotomy, disruption, hostility, fear, disunion. Liberty, by placing men on an equal footing, creates assocation, amalgamation, union, security. When the relationships between men are based on authority and coercion, they are driven apart; when based on liberty and nonaggression, they are drawn together.

There facts are self-evident and axiomatic. If authoritarianism did not possess the in-built, preprogrammed double-bind structure of a Game Without End, men would long ago have rejected it and embraced libertarianism.

The usual pacifist complaint about war, that young men are led to death by old men who sit at home manning bureaucrat's desks and taking no risks themselves, misses the point entirely. Demands that the old should be drafted to fight their own wars, or that the leaders of the waning nations should be sent to the front lines on the first day of battle, etc., are aimed at an assumed "sense of justice" that simply does not exist. To the typical submissive citizen of authoritarian society, it is normal, obvious, and "natural" that he should obey older and more dominant males, even at the risk of his life, even against his own kindred, and even in causes that are unjust or absurd.

"The Charge of the Light Brigade" — the story of a group of young males led to their death in a palpably idiotic situation and only because they obeyed a senseless order without stopping to think — has been, and remains, a popular poem, because unthinking obedience by young males to older males is the most highly prized of all conditioned reflexes within human, and hominid, societies.

The mechanism by which authority and submission are implanted in the human mind is coding of perception. That which fits into the code is accepted; all else is Damned. It is Damned to being ignored, brushed aside, unnoticed, and — if these fail — it is Damned to being forgotten.

A worse form of Damnation is reserved for those things which cannot be ignored. These are daubed with the brain's projected prejudices until, encrusted beyond recognition, they are capable of being fitted into the system, classified, card-indexed, buried. This is what happens to every Damned Thing which is too prickly and sticky to be excommunicated entirely. As Josiah Warren remarked, "It is dangerous to understand new things too quickly."

Almost always, we have not understood them. We have murdered them and mummified their corpses.

A monopoly on the means of communication may define a ruling elite more precisely man the celebrated Marxian formula of "monopoly on the means of production." Since man extends his nervous system through channels of communication like the written word, the telephone, radio, etc., he who controls these media controls part of the nervous system of every member of society. The contents of these media become part of the contents of every individual's brain.

Thus, in pre-literate societies taboos on the spoken word are more numerous and more Draconic than at any more complex level of social organization. With the invention of written speech—hieroglyphic, ideographic, or alphabetical —the taboos are shifted to this medium; there is less concern with what people say and more concern with what they write. (Some of the first societies to achieve literacy, such as Egypt and the Mayan culture of ancient Mexico, evidently kept a knowledge of their hieroglyphs a religious secret which only the higher orders of the priestly and royal families were allowed to share.) The same process repeats endlessly : Each step forward in the technology of communication is more heavily tabooed than the earlier steps. Thus, in America today (post-Lenny Bruce), one seldom hears of convictions for spoken blasphemy or obscenity; prosecution of books still continues, but higher courts increasingly interpret the laws in a liberal fashion, and most writers feel fairly confident that they can publish virtually anything; movies are growing almost as desacralised as books, although the fight is still heated in this area; television, the newest medium, remains encased in neolithic taboo. (When the TV pundits committed lese majeste after an address by the then Dominant Male, a certain Richard Nixon, one of his lieutenants quickly informed them they had overstepped, and the whole tribe — except for the dissident minority — cheered for the reasertion of tradition.) When a more efficient medium arrives, thetaboos on television will decrease.

Saturday 30 April 2022

Blofeld



“By My Action, 
I gave a dramatic example 
for all to see.”

— Ernst Stavro Blofeld,
SPECTRE No.1




BOND DROPPED HIS lighted cigarette and left it to smoulder on the carpet. His whole body tensed. He said, ‘I suppose you know you’re both mad as hatters.’ 

‘So was Frederick the Great, so was Nietzsche, so was Van Gogh. We are in good, in illustrious company, Mister Bond. On the other hand, what are you? You are a common thug, a blunt instrument wielded by dolts in high places. Having done what you are told to do, out of some mistaken idea of Duty or Patriotism, you satisfy your brutish instincts with alcohol, nicotine and sex while waiting to be dispatched on the next misbegotten foray. 

Twice before, Your Chief has sent You to do battle with Me, Mister Bond, and, by a combination of luck and brute force, you were successful in destroying two projects of My Genius. 

You and Your Government would categorize these projects as Crimes Against Humanity, and various authorities still seek to bring me to book for them. 

But try and summon such wits as you possess, Mister Bond, and see them in a realistic light and in the higher realm of my own thinking.’ 

Blofeld was a big man, perhaps six foot three, and powerfully built. He placed the tip of the samurai sword, which has almost the blade of the scimitar, between his straddled feet, and rested his sinewy hands on its boss. 

Looking up at him from across the room, Bond had to admit that there was something larger than life in the looming, imperious figure, in the hypnotically direct stare of the eyes, in the tall white brow, in the cruel downward twist of the thin lips. 

The square-cut, heavily draped kimono, designed to give the illusion of bulk to a race of smallish men, made something huge out of the towering figure, and the golden dragon embroidery, so easily to be derided as a childish fantasy, crawled menacingly across the black silk and seemed to spit real fire from over the left breast. 

Blofeld had paused in his harangue. Waiting for him to continue, Bond took the measure of His Enemy. 

He knew what would be coming – Justification

It was always so. When they thought they had got you where they wanted you, when they knew they were decisively on top, before the knock-out, even to an audience on the threshold of extinction, it was pleasant, reassuring to The Executioner, to deliver his apologia – purge the sin he was about to commit. 

Blofeld, his hands relaxed on the boss of his sword, continued. The tone of his voice was reasonable, self-assured, quietly expository. 

He said, ‘Now, Mister Bond, take Operation Thunderball, as Your Government dubbed it. This project involved the holding to ransom of The Western World by the acquisition by Me of two atomic weapons. Where lies the crime in this, except in the Erewhon of international politics? Rich boys are playing with rich toys. A poor boy comes along and takes them and offers them back for money. If the poor boy had been successful, what a valuable by-product might have resulted for the whole world. These were dangerous toys which, in the poor boy’s hands, or let us say, to discard the allegory, in the hands of a Castro, could lead to the wanton extinction of Mankind. 

By my action, I gave a dramatic example for all to see. If I had been successful and the money had been handed over, might not the threat of a recurrence of my attempt have led to serious disarmament talks, to an abandonment of these dangerous toys that might so easily get into the wrong hands? 

You follow my reasoning? 

Then this recent matter of the bacteriological warfare attack on England. My dear Mister Bond, England is a sick nation by any standards. 

By hastening The Sickness to the brink of Death, might Britain not have been forced out of Her lethargy into the kind of Community Effort we witnessed during The War? 

Cruel to be kind, Mister Bond. Where lies the great crime there? And now this matter of my so-called “Castle of Death”.’ 

Blofeld paused and his eyes took on an inward look. He said, ‘I will make a confession to you, Mister Bond. I have come to suffer from a certain lassitude of mind which I am determined to combat. This comes in part from being A Unique Genius who is alone in The World, without honour – worse, misunderstood. 

No doubt much of the root cause of this accidie is physical – liver, kidneys, heart, the usual weak points of the middle-aged. 

But there has developed in me a certain mental lameness, a disinterest in Humanity and its future, an utter boredom with the affairs of Mankind. 

So, not unlike the gourmet, with his jaded palate, I now seek only the highly spiced, the sharp impact on the taste buds, mental as well as physical, the tickle that is truly exquisite. 

And so, Mister Bond, I came to devise this useful and essentially humane project – the offer of free death to those who seek release from the burden of being alive. By doing so, I have not only provided the common man with a solution to the problem of whether to be or not to be, I have also provided the Japanese Government, though for the present they appear to be blind to my magnanimity, with a tidy, out-of-the-way charnel-house which relieves them of a constant flow of messy occurrences involving the trains, the trams, the volcanoes and other unattractively public means of killing yourself. You must admit that, far from being a crime, this is a public service unique in the history of the world.’ 

‘I saw one man being disgustingly murdered yesterday.’ 

Tidying up, Mister Bond. Tidying up. The man came here wishing to die. What you saw done was only helping a weak man to his seat on the boat across the Styx. 

But I can see that we have no contact. I cannot reach what serves you for a mind. 

For your part, you cannot see further than the simple gratification of your last cigarette. 

So enough of this idle chatter. You have already kept us from our beds far too long. 

Do you want to be hacked about in a vulgar brawl, or will you offer your neck in the honourable fashion?’ 

Blofeld took a step forward and raised his mighty sword in both hands and held it above his head. 

The light from the oil lamps shimmered on the blade and showed up the golden filigree engraving. Bond knew what to do. He had known as soon as he had been led back into the room and had seen the wounded guard’s stave still standing in the shadowed angle of the wall. 

But there was a bell-push near the woman. She would have to be dealt with first! Had he learned enough of the thrusts and parries of bojutsu from the demonstration at the ninja training camp? 

Bond hurled himself to the left, seized the stave and leaped at the woman whose hand was already reaching upwards. The stave thudded into the side of her head and she sprawled grotesquely forward off her chair and lay still. 

Blofeld’s sword whistled down, inches from his shoulder. Bond twisted and lunged to his full extent, thrusting his stave forward in the groove of his left hand almost as if it had been a billiard cue. The tip caught Blofeld hard on the breastbone and flung him against the wall, but he hurtled back and came inexorably forward, swishing his sword like a scythe. 

Bond aimed at his right arm, missed and had to retreat. He was concentrating on keeping his weapon as well as his body away from the whirling steel, or his stave would be cut like a matchstick, and its extra length was his only hope of victory. 

Blofeld suddenly lunged, expertly, his right knee bent forward. Bond feinted to the left, but he was inches too slow and the tip of the sword flicked his left ribs, drawing blood. 

But before Blofeld could withdraw, Bond had slashed two-handed, sideways, at his legs. His stave met bone. Blofeld cursed, and made an ineffectual stab at Bond’s weapon. 

Then he advanced again and Bond could only dodge and feint in the middle of the room and make quick short lunges to keep the enemy at bay. 

But he was losing ground in front of the whirling steel, and now Blofeld, scenting victory, took lightning steps and thrust forward like a snake. Bond leaped sideways, saw his chance and gave a mighty sweep of his stave. It caught Blofeld on his right shoulder and drew a curse from him. His main sword arm! Bond pressed forward, lancing again and again with his weapon and scoring several hits to the body, but one of Blofeld’s parries caught the stave and cut off that one vital foot of extra length as if it had been a candle-end. 

Blofeld saw his advantage and began attacking, making furious forward jabs that Bond could only parry by hitting at the flat of the sword to deflect it. But now the stave was slippery in the sweat of his hands and for the first time he felt the cold breath of defeat at his neck. And Blofeld seemed to smell it, for he suddenly executed one of his fast running lunges to get under Bond’s guard. Bond guessed the distance of the wall behind him and leaped backwards against it. 

Even so he felt the sword-point fan across his stomach. But, hurled back by his impact with the wall, he counter-lunged, swept the sword aside with his stave and, dropping his weapon, made a dive for Blofeld’s neck and got both hands to it. 

For a moment the two sweating faces were almost up against each other. The boss of Blofeld’s sword battered into Bond’s side. Bond hardly felt the crashing blows. He pressed with his thumbs, and pressed and pressed and heard the sword clank to the floor and felt Blofeld’s fingers and nails tearing at his face, trying to reach his eyes. 

Bond whispered through his gritted teeth, ‘Die, Blofeld! Die!’ And suddenly the tongue was out and the eyes rolled upwards and the body slipped down to the ground. But Bond followed it and knelt, his hands cramped round the powerful neck, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, in the terrible grip of blood lust. 

Bond slowly came to himself. The golden dragon’s head on the black silk kimono spat flame at him. He unclasped his aching hands from round the neck and, not looking again at the purple face, got to his feet. He staggered. 

God, how his head hurt! What remained to be done? He tried to cast his mind back. He had had a clever idea. What was it? Oh yes, of course! 

He picked up Blofeld’s sword and sleep-walked down the stone passage to the torture room. He glanced up at the clock. Five minutes to midnight. 

And there was the wooden box, mud-spattered, down beside the throne on which he had sat, days, years before. He went to it and hacked it open with one stroke of the sword. Yes, there was the big wheel he had expected! He knelt down and twisted and twisted until it was finally closed. What would happen now? The End of The World?

Tuesday 26 April 2022

And Behold, it Was Very Good.


So God created Man in His Own Image, 
in The Image of God created He Him;
Male and Female created He Them.

And God blessed Them
and God said unto Them, 
"Be fruitful, and multiply, 
and replenish The Earth
and subdue it: 
and have Dominion 
over the fish of the sea, 
and over the fowl of the air, 
and over every living thing 
that moveth upon The Earth."

And God said, 
"Behold, I have given You 
every herb bearing seed, 
which is upon the face of all The Earth, 
and every tree, in the which is 
the fruit of a tree yielding seed; 
to You it shall be for meat.

And to every beast of The Earth, 
and to every fowl of The Air, 
and to every thing that 
creepeth upon The Earth, 
wherein there is Life, 
I have given every green herb 
for meat: and it was so."

And God saw every thing 
that He had made, and, 
Behold, it was Very Good. 





Peterson: You touched on this idea of The Destruction of The Works of Art. 

And one of things I really like about reading Nietzsche was his discussion of ressentiment, of resentment

And it seems to me that a tremendous amount of the motive power that drives the postmodernist. . . 

Let’s call it - it’s not a Revolution - Transformation seems to me to be driven by resentment about virtually anything that has any - well, what would you say - any merit of competence or aesthetic quality. 

And I don’t know if that’s. . . It seems to me that that’s partly rooted in the academic’s disdain for The  Business World, which I think is driven by their relative economic inequality. 

Because most people who are as intelligent as academics are, from a pure IQ point of view, make more money in the private sphere, and so I think that drives some of it. 

But there also seems to be this - there’s a destruction, an aim for destruction, of The Aesthetic Quality of the literary or artistic work, its reduction to some kind of Power-Game, and, surrounding that, the reduction of everything to something that approximates a Power-Game. 

Which I can’t help but identifying with jealousy and resentment as a fundamental motivator. 

Does that seem reasonable to you? 

Paglia: These professors who allege that art is nothing but an ideological movement by one elite against another group - these people are Philistines. They’re Philistines. 

They’re middlebrow, hopelessly middlebrow. They have no sense of Beauty, they no sense of the aesthetic. Now Marxism does indeed assert this. 

Marxism tries to reconfigure The Universe in terms of Materialism

It does not recognize any kind of spiritual dimension. Now, I’m an atheist, but I see the great world religions, as enormous works of art, as the best way to understand the universe and man’s place in it. I find them enormously moving. They’re like enormous poems. And what I have called for - the true revolution would have been to make the core curriculum of world education - the world, okay - the great religions of the world. I feel that is the only way to achieve an understanding, and it’s also a way to present the aesthetic. I feel that the real 60s vision was about exultation, elevation, cosmic consciousness. 

All of these things were rejected by these midgets, intellectual midgets, who seized onto Lacan, Derrida, and Foucault. My career has been in the art schools. My entire career, beginning at Bennington College. So I represent a challenge to this from the perspective of art. It is absolute nonsense, as post-structuralism maintains, that reality is mediated by language, by words. Everything we can know, including gender. It is absolutely madness. Because I’m teaching students whose majors are ceramics or dance, who are jazz musicians, who understand reality in terms of the body and sensory activation. See what happened was, something was going on in the art world as well. I identify with Andy Warhol and pop art. That was what was going on during my years in college. Everything about Andy Warhol was like “Wow!” Admiration. Wow. What happened immediately after that in the arts, 1970s, was this collapse into a snide sort of postmodernism also. This happened in the art world. It was an utter misunderstanding of culture, it seems to me, by that movement in the art world. That is, oppositional art, in my view, is dead. What postmodernism is is a pathetic attempt to continue the old heroism of the avant-garde. 

The avant-garde was genuinely heroic from the early 19th century. 

We’re talking about Courbet, the realists. We’re talking about Monet and the impressionists. People who have genuinely suffered for their radical ideas and their innovations. Going right down to Picasso and down to Jackson Pollock, who truly suffered for his art. 

It was only after his death that suddenly the market was created for abstract art. Pop art killed the avant-garde. The idea that the avant-garde continues is an absolute delusion of the contemporary art world, which feels that they must attack, attack, attack. 

Challenge the simplistic beliefs of the hoi polloi. Excuse me. 

From the moment Andy Warhol and embraced the popular media instead of having the opposition to it that serious artists had had, that was the end of oppositional art. So we have been going on now for fifty years. 

The Postmodernism in academe is hand-in-hand with the stupidity and infantilism that masquerades as important art at galleries everywhere. 

This incredible, incredible mechanism of contemporary art pushing things that are so hopelessly derivative, with this idea once again that The Art World has a superior view of Reality. 

Authentic Leftism is Populist. It is based in working class style, working class language, working class direct emotion, in an openness and [inaudible] of speech. Not this fancy, contorted jargon of the pseudo-leftists of academe, who are frauds. These people who managed to rise to the top at Berkeley, at Harvard, at Princeton - how many of these people are radical? They are career people. They’re corporate types. They love the institutional context. They know how to manipulate the bureaucracy, which has totally invaded and usurped academe everywhere. These people are company players. They could have done well in any field. They love to sit in endless committees. They love bureaucratic regulation and so on. Not one ‘leftist’ in American academe raised his or her voice against obscene growth of tuition costs, which have bankrupted a whole generation of young people - not one voice to challenge that invasion by the bureaucrats, absolute fascists bureaucrats. They’re cancerous. 

There are so many of them. The faculty have completely lost any power in American academe. It’s a scandal what has happened. And they deserve the present servitude that they’re in right now, because they never protested. My first job at Bennington College, 1976. I was there when there was an uprising by the faculty, against the encroachment by the board of trustees and the president. It was a huge thing. It was reported on the New York Times. And we pushed that president out. 

And there’s not been a single uprising of that kind against encroachment by the trustees and by the administrations. All these decades. Passive. Slaves, slaves, they deserve their slavery. 

Peterson: Yep. I couldn’t agree more. I’ve thought the same thing about university professors for a long time. They get exactly what they deserve because they never stand up and say no. And the fact that in the United States - it’s not quite as bad in Canada, I wouldn’t say. . . 

But the fact that the students have been essentially handed a bill of indentured servitude here for their student loans is absolutely beyond comprehension. It seems to me that the bureaucracy has basically conspired to determine how to pick the pockets of the students’ future earnings. 

And they do that by offering them an extended adolescence with no quality control. Something like that. 

So it’s a real bargain with The Devil. 

Paglia: And a total abandonment of any kind of education, actually, in history and culture that has come along with it. The transformation into a cafeteria kind of a menu where you can pick this course or that course or this course without any kind of guidance from the university about a central core curriculum that teaches you history and chronology, and introduces you to the basics. Because our professors are such prima donnas, they can only teach in their little areas. So we have this total fragmentation. The great art history survey courses are being abandoned steadily. Why? 

Because graduate students are not trained to see the great narratives, because we are taught now that narratives are false. 

Peterson: That’s another issue I want to bring up, because one of the things I cannot figure out is the alliance between the postmodernists and the neo-Marxists. I can’t understand the causal relationship. 

Tell me if you disagree with this, okay, because I’m a psychologist, not a sociologist. So I’m dabbling in things that are outside of my field of expertise. And there is some danger in that. 

But the central postmodernist claim seems to me that because there’s a near infinite number of ways to interpret a complex set of phenomena, which actually happens to be the case. 

You can’t make a case that any of those modes of interpretation are canonical. 

And so, if they’re not canonical, and if that canonical element isn’t based in some kind of Reality, then it serves some Other Master. 

And so The Master that it hypothetically serves for The Postmodernists is Nothing but Power, because that seems to be everything they believe in. They don’t believe in competence. They don’t believe in authority. They don’t seem to believe in an objective world, because everything is language-mediated. So it’s an extraordinarily cynical perspective: that because there’s an infinite number of interpretations, none of them are canonical. You can attribute everything to power and dominance. Does that seem like a reasonable summary of the postmodern. . . 

Paglia: Yes, exactly. It’s a radical relativism. Peterson: Okay, it’s a radical relativism. Now, but the strange thing is, despite. . . Okay, and so what goes along with that is the demolition of grand narratives. So that would be associated, for example, with the rejection of thinkers like Jung and Erich Neumann, because of course they’re foundational thinkers in relationship to the idea that there are embodied grand narratives. That’s never touched. 

But then, despite the fact that the grand narrative is rejected, there’s a neo-Marxism that’s tightly, tightly allied with postmodernism that also seems to shade into this strange identity politics. And I don’t. . . Two things. I don’t understand the causal relationship there. The skeptical part of me things that postmodernism was an intellectual. . . It’s intellectual camouflage for the continuation of the kind of pathological Marxism that produced the Soviet Union, and has no independent existence as an intellectual field whatsoever. But I still can’t understand how the postmodernists can make the “no grand narrative” claim, but then immerse themselves in this grand narrative without anyone pointing out the evident contradictions. I don’t understand that. So what do you think about that? 

Paglia: Well I can only speak about literary professors, really, and they seem to me, almost universally in the U.S., to be very naive. 

They seem to know nothing about actual History, political science, or economics.

 It’s simply an attitude. They have an attitude. 

Marxism becomes simply a Badge by which they telegraph their solidarity with a working class that they have nothing to do with. 

Peterson: And generally nothing but contempt for. 

Paglia: Yes, and the thing is that the campus leftists are almost p for their rather snobbish treatment of staff. 

They don’t have any rapport with the actual working class members of the infrastructure: the janitors and even the secretaries. There’s a kind of high and mighty aristocracy. These are people who have wandered into the English departments and are products of a time, during the New Criticism, when history and psychology had been excluded. My ambition was. . . I loved the New Criticism as a style of textual analysis. And the New Criticism had multiple interpretations that were possible and that were encouraged. In fact, one of the great projects was Maynard Mack’s series Twentieth Century Views, where you had these books. . . I adored them in college. It was about Jane Austen or about Emily Brontë or about Wordsworth. And they were collections of alternate views of the same thing. The idea that there were no alternate views, and there was no relativistic, situational kind of an interpretive approach is nonsense. But the point was we needed to restore history to literary study, and we needed to add psychology to it, because there was great animus against Freud. When I arrived in graduate school, in fact, I actually went into the director of graduate studies and protested the way ‘Freud’ and ‘Freudian’ were used as negative terms in a sneering way by the very WASP professors. Actually, it seemed like we were moving there. The early 1970s was a great period of psycho-biography about political figures. So I thought, ‘It’s happening.’ All of a sudden 7

it all got short-circuited by this arrival of post-structuralism and postmodernism in the 1970s. So I feel I am an old historicist, not a new historicist. I think new historicism is an absolute scam. It’s just a way. . . It’s like tweezers. You pick a little bit of this, a little bit of that, a little bit of that. You make a little tiny salad, and somehow this atomized thing is supposed to mean something. It’s all, to me, very superficial, very cynical, very distant. I am the product of old historicism, of German philology. My first choice of a profession when I was a child was Egyptology, archeology. Everything I ever think about or say is related to an enormous time scheme, from antiquity and indeed from the Stone Age. And that is the problem with these people. They’re mal-educated. The postmodernists and academic Marxists are mal-educated, embarrassingly so. They know nothing before the present. Foucault is absolutely a joke before the Enlightenment. Perhaps he might be useful to people to talk about what happened after neoclassicism, which, by the way, he failed to notice. A lot of what he was talking about turns out to be simply the hangover of neoclassicism. This is how ignorant that man was. He was not talented as a researcher. He knew absolutely nothing. He knew nothing about antiquity. How can you make any kind of large structure, large mechanism, to analyze Western culture without knowing about classical antiquity? He did not see anything. This was a person who had no business making large theoretical statements about anything. Peterson: Maybe part of it is that if you generate an intelligible doctrine of radical relativism, then there is no reason to assume that there are distinctions between categories of knowledge, or between different levels of quality of knowledge. I’ve seen the same thing in the psychology departments, although we have the - what would you call it - the luxury of being bounded at least to some degree by the empirical method and by biology. It’s one of the things that keeps most of the branches of psychology relatively sane, because the real world is actually built into it to some degree. But if you accept the postmodernist claim of radical relativism, then you completely demolish the idea that there are quality levels that are associated with education, because everything becomes the same. And that seems to me to be a perfectly reasonable justification for maintaining ignorance. You know Foucault, I actually found him the most readable of the Lacan, Derrida, Foucault triad. You can read Foucault. I read Madness and Civilization and a couple of his other books, and I thought that they were painfully obvious. The idea that mental disorder is in part a social construct is self-evident to anybody who has even a smattering of psychiatric training. 8

The real narrow medical types tend to think of a mental disorder, let’s say, as something that might be purely biological. They have a pure disease model. But nobody who’s a sophisticated thinker ever thinks that. Partly because medicine is a brand of engineering, not a brand of science, because it’s associated with health, and the diagnostic categories are hybrids between physiological observation and socio- cultural condition. Everyone knows that. So when I read Madness and Civilization I thought, well that’s not radical, that’s just bloody self-evident. Paglia: Well, you know Foucault’s admirers actually think that he began the entire turn toward a sociological grounding of modern psychology. Social psychology was well launched in the 1920s. The levels of ignorance that this people who think Foucault is so original have not read Durkheim, they’ve not read Max Weber, they’ve never read Erving Goffman. So in other words, to me everything in Foucault seemed obvious, because I had read the sources from which he was borrowing without attribution. Again, I know these people. I, in some cases, knew them in graduate school - people who went on to become these admirers of Foucault, Lacan, Derrida. And I know what their training was. Their training was purely within the English department. That’s all they ever knew. They never made any research outside of that. Foucault is simply this mechanism. It’s like a little tiny kit by which they can approach everything in culture. But the contortions of language, the deliberate labyrinth of elitist language, at the same time as pretending to be a leftist? This is one of the biggest frauds ever practiced. Peterson: So I got a story to tell you that you might like because I’ve thought a lot about that use of language. Because language can be used as camouflage, and so here’s the story. I think I got this from Robert Sapolsky. So he was talking about zebras, and zebras of course have stripes. And hypothetically that’s associated with camouflage. But it’s not a straightforward association because zebras are black and white, and they’re on the veldt along with the lions. The lions are camouflaged because they’re grass colored, but the bloody zebras are black and white. You can see them like 15 miles away. So biologists go out to study zebras, and they’re making notes on a zebra. And they watch it, then they look down at their notes, and then they look up. But they think, ‘Uh oh, I don’t know which zebra I was looking at.’ The camouflage is actually against the herd because a zebra is a herd animal, not an individual. So the black and white stripes break up the animal against the herd, so you can’t identify it. So this was a quandary for the biologists, so they did one of two things. One was drive a jeep up to the zebra herd, and use a dab of red paint and dab the haunch of the zebra, or tag it with an ear tag like you use for cattle. The lions would kill it. So as soon 9

as it became identifiable the predators could organize their hunt around that identifiable animal. That’s why there’s the old idea that lions and predators take down the weak animals, but they don’t. They take down the identifiable animals. So that’s the thing: if you stick your damn head up, you get picked off by the predators. One of the things that academics seem to do is congregate together in herd-like entities, and then they share a language. And the language unites them. As long as they share the same set of linguistic tools among themselves, they know that there isn’t anybody in the coterie that’s going to attack them or destabilize the entire herd. And that seems to me to account for that impenetrable use of language. It’s group protection strategy. It has absolutely nothing to do with the search for. . . It’s the search for security within a system and not the desire to expand the system. Paglia: So true. To me it’s blatantly careerist because it was about advancement, and it was also about the claim that somehow they have like special expertise. This is a special technical language. No one else can understand it. Only we can. But what’s absurd about it, absolutely ludicrous, is that these people, these American academics, are imitating the contorted language of translations from the French. When Lacan is translated into English, there’s a contortion there. What he was trying to do in French was to break up the neoclassical formulations that descended from [Jean] Racine. There was something that was going on - there was a sabotage of the French language that was going on - that was necessary in France, not necessary in English. We have this long tradition of poetry going back to Shakespeare and Chaucer. We have our own language, far more vital than the French. Peterson: Oh yeah, the French constrain their language all the time by bureaucracy. Paglia: That’s right. So the amateurism of American academics trying to imitate a translation of Lacan when Lacan is doing something in France - that is absolutely not necessary, and indeed wrong to be doing in English. The utter cynical abandonment of the great tradition of the English department. I felt that the true radicalism was not about adding on other departments, so we have African American studies and Women’s Studies and so on. The true radicalism would have been to shatter the departmental structure. That’s what I wanted. I feel that was the authentic revolutionary 1960s thing to do: to blend all the literature studies together, 

Tuesday 15 March 2022

Satanic Subversion of the U.S. Military by Jeffrey Steinberg

http://www.larouchepub.com/other/2005/3233aquino_profile.html 







Satanic Subversion of the U.S. Military
by Jeffrey Steinberg

This article appears in the August 26, 2005 issue
of Executive Intelligence Review.
Reprinted from EIR, July 2, 1999.

On Feb. 5, 1999, in U.S. District Court in Lincoln, Nebraska, an
extraordinary hearing occurred in Paul A. Bonacci v. Lawrence E. King, a
civil action in which the plaintiff charged that he had been ritualistically
abused by the defendant, as part of a nationwide pedophile ring linked to
powerful political figures in Washington and to elements of the U.S.
military and intelligence establishment. Three weeks later, on Feb. 27,
Judge Warren K. Urbom ordered King, who is currently in Federal prison, to
pay $1 million in damages to Bonacci, in what Bonacci's attorney John DeCamp
said was a clear signal that "the evidence presented was credible."

During the Feb. 5 hearing, Noreen Gosch stunned the court with sworn
testimony linking U.S. Army Lt. Col. Michael Aquino (ret.) to the nationwide
pedophile ring. Her son, Johnny, then 12 years old, was kidnapped off the
streets of West Des Moines, Iowa, on Sept. 5, 1982, while he was doing his
early-morning newspaper deliveries. Since his kidnapping, she has devoted
all of her time and resources to finding her son, and to exposing the
dangers that millions of children in America face from this hideous,
literally Satanic underground of ritualistic deviants.

"We have investigated, we have talked to so far 35 victims of this said
organization that took my son and is responsible for what happened to Paul,
and they can verify everything that has happened," she told the court.

"What this story involves is an elaborate function, I will say, that was an
offshoot of a government program. The MK-Ultra program was developed in the
1950s by the CIA. It was used to help spy on other countries during the Cold
War because they felt that the other countries were spying on us.

"It was very successful. They could do it very well."

Then, the Aquino bombshell: "Well, then there was a man by the name of
Michael Aquino. He was in the military. He had top Pentagon clearances. He
was a pedophile. He was a Satanist. He's founded the Temple of Set. And he
was a close friend of Anton LaVey. The two of them were very active in
ritualistic sexual abuse. And they deferred funding from this government
program to use [in] this experimentation on children.

"Where they deliberately split off the personalities of these children into
multiples, so that when they're questioned or put under oath or questioned
under lie detector, that unless the operator knows how to question a
multiple-personality disorder, they turn up with no evidence."

She continued: "They used these kids to sexually compromise politicians or
anyone else they wish to have control of. This sounds so far out and so
bizarre I had trouble accepting it in the beginning myself until I was
presented with the data. We have the proof. In black and white."

Under questioning from DeCamp, Gosch reported: "I know that Michael Aquino
has been in Iowa. I know that Michael Aquino has been to Offutt Air Force
Base [a Strategic Air Command base, near Omaha, which was linked to King's
activities]. I know that he has had contact with many of these children."

Paul Bonacci, who was simultaneously a victim and a member of the nationwide
pedophile crime syndicate, has subsequently identified Aquino as the man who
ordered the kidnapping of Johnny Gosch. In his Feb. 5 testimony, Bonacci
referred to the mastermind of the Gosch abduction as "the Colonel."

A second witness who testified at the Feb. 5 hearing, Rusty Nelson, was
King's personal photographer. He later described to EIR another incident
which linked King to Aquino, while the Army special forces officer was still
on active reserve duty. Some time in the late 1980s, Nelson was with King at
a posh hotel in downtown Minneapolis, when he personally saw King turn over
a suitcase full of cash and bearer-bonds to "the Colonel," whom he later
positively identified as Aquino. According to Nelson, King told him that the
suitcase of cash and bonds was earmarked for the Nicaraguan Contras, and
that "the Colonel" was part of the covert Contra support apparatus,
otherwise associated with Lt. Col. Oliver North, Vice President George Bush,
and the "secret parallel government" that they ran from the White House.

Just who is Lt. Col. Michael Aquino (ret.), and what does the evidence
revealed in a Nebraska court hearing say about the current state of affairs
inside the U.S. military? Is the Aquino case some kind of weird aberration
that slipped off the Pentagon radar screen?

Not in the least.

Aquino, Satan, and the U.S. Military
Throughout much of the 1980s, Aquino was at the center of a controversy
involving the Pentagon's acquiescence to outright Satanic practices inside
the military services. Aquino was also a prime suspect in a series of
pedophile scandals involving the sexual abuse of hundreds of children,
including the children of military personnel serving at the Presidio U.S.
Army station in the San Francisco Bay Area. Furthermore, even as Aquino was
being investigated by Army Criminal Investigation Division officers for
involvement in the pedophile cases, he retained highest-level security
clearances, and was involved in pioneering work in military psychological
operations ("psy-ops").

On Aug. 14, 1987, San Francisco police raided Aquino's Russian Hill home,
which he shared with his wife Lilith. The raid was in response to
allegations that the house had been the scene of a brutal rape of a
four-year-old girl. The principal suspect in the rape, a Baptist minister
named Gary Hambright, was indicted in September 1987 on charges that he
committed "lewd and lascivious acts" with six boys and four girls, ranging
in age from three to seven years, during September-October 1986. At the time
of the alleged sex crimes, Hambright was employed at a child care center on
the U.S. Army base at Presidio. At the time of Hambright's indictment, the
San Francisco police charged that he was involved in at least 58 separate
incidents of child sexual abuse.

According to an article in the Oct. 30, 1987 San Francisco Examiner, one of
the victims had identified Aquino and his wife as participants in the child
rape. According to the victim, the Aquinos had filmed scenes of the child
being fondled by Hambright in a bathtub. The child's description of the
house, which was also the headquarters of Aquino's Satanic Temple of Set,
was so detailed, that police were able to obtain a search warrant. During
the raid, they confiscated 38 videotapes, photo negatives, and other
evidence that the home had been the hub of a pedophile ring, operating in
and around U.S. military bases.

Aquino and his wife were never indicted in the incident. Aquino claimed that
he had been in Washington at the time, enrolled in a year-long reserve
officers course at the National Defense University, although he did admit
that he made frequent visits back to the Bay Area and to his church/home.
The public flap over the Hambright indictment did prompt the U.S. Army to
transfer Aquino from the Presidio, where he was the deputy director of
reserve training, to the U.S. Army Reserve Personnel Center in St. Louis.

On April 19, 1988, the ten-count indictment against Hambright was dropped by
U.S. Attorney Joseph Russoniello, on the grounds that, while there was clear
evidence of child abuse (six of the children contracted the venereal
disease, chlamydia), there was insufficient evidence to link Hambright (or
the Aquinos) to the crimes. Parents of several of the victims charged that
Russoniello's actions proved that "the Federal system has broken down in not
being able to protect the rights of citizens age three to eight."

Russoniello would later be implicated in efforts to cover up the links
between the Nicaraguan Contras and South American cocaine-trafficking
organizations, raising deeper questions about whether the decision not to
prosecute Hambright and Aquino had "national security implications."

Indeed, on April 22, 1989, the U.S. Army sent letters to the parents of at
least 56 of the children believed to have been molested by Hambright, urging
them to have their children tested for the human immunodeficiency virus
(HIV), because Hambright, a former daycare center worker, was reported to be
a carrier.

On May 13, 1989, the San Jose Mercury reported that Aquino and his wife had
been recently questioned by Army investigators about charges of child
molestation by the couple in two northern California counties, Sonoma and
Mendocino. A 9-year-old girl in Santa Rosa, California, and an 11-year-old
boy in Fort Bragg, also in California, separately identified Aquino as the
rapist in a series of 1985 incidents, after they had seen him on television.

Softies on Satan
When the San Francisco Chronicle contacted Army officials at the Presidio to
find out if Aquino's security clearances had been lifted as the result of
the pedophile investigations, the reporters were referred to the Pentagon,
where Army spokesman Maj. Greg Rixon told them: "The question is whether he
is trustworthy or can do the job. There is nothing that would indicate in
this case that there is any problem we should be concerned about."

Indeed, the Pentagon had already given its de facto blessings to Aquino's
long-standing public association with the Church of Satan and his own
successor "church," the Temple of Set. This, despite the fact that Aquino's
Satanic activities involved overt support for neo-Nazi movements in the
United States and Europe. On Oct. 10, 1983, while travelling in West Germany
on "official NATO business," Aquino had staged a Satanic "working" at the
Wewelsburg Castle in Bavaria. Aquino wrote a lengthy account of the ritual,
in which he invoked Nazi SS chief Heinrich Himmler: "As the Wewelsburg was
conceived by Heinrich Himmler to be the 'Mittelpunkt der Welt' ('Middle of
the World'), and as the focus of the Hall of the Dead was to be the Gate of
that Center, to summon the Powers of Darkness at their most powerful locus."

As early as April 1978, the U.S. Army had circulated A Handbook for
Chaplains "to facilitate the provision of religious activities." Both the
Church of Satan and the Temple of Set were listed among the "other"
religions to be tolerated inside the U.S. military. A section of the
handbook dealing with Satanism stated, "Often confused with witchcraft,
Satanism is the worship of Satan (also known as Baphomet or Lucifer).
Classical Satanism, often involving 'black masses,' human sacrifices, and
other sacrilegious or illegal acts, is now rare. Modern Satanism is based on
both the knowledge of ritual magick and the 'anti-establishment' mood of the
1960s. It is related to classical Satanism more in image than substance, and
generally focuses on 'rational self-interest with ritualistic trappings.' "

Not so fast! In 1982, the Temple of Set fissured over the issue of Aquino's
emphasis on Nazism. One leader, Ronald K. Barrett, shortly after his
expulsion, wrote that Aquino had "taken the Temple of Set in an explicitly
Satanic direction, with strong overtones of German National Socialist Nazi
occultism.... One fatality has occurred within the Temple membership during
the period covered, May 1982-July 1983."

The handbook quoted "Nine Satanic Statements" from the Church of Satan,
without comment. "Statement Seven," as quoted in the handbook, read, "Satan
represents man as just another animal, sometimes better, more often worse
than those that walk on all fours, who, because of his 'divine and
intellectual development' has become the most vicious animal of all."

From 'Psyops' to 'Mindwars'
Aquino's steady rise up the hierarchy of the Satanic world closely
paralleled his career advances inside the U.S. military. According to an
official biography circulated by the Temple of Set, "Dr. Aquino is High
Priest and chief executive officer of the Temple of Set, the nation's
principal Satanic church, in which he holds the degree of Ipissimus VI. He
joined the original Church of Satan in 1969, becoming one of its chief
officials by 1975 when the Temple of Set was founded. In his secular
profession he is a Lieutenant Colonel, Military Intelligence, U.S. Army, and
is qualified as a Special Forces officer, Civil Affairs officer, and Defense
Attaché. He is a graduate of the Command and General Staff College, the
National Defense University and the Defense Intelligence College, and the
State Department's Foreign Service Institute."

Indeed, a more detailed curriculum vitae that Aquino provided to EIR, dated
March 1989, claimed that he had gotten his doctorate at the University of
California at Santa Barbara in 1980, with his dissertation on "The Neutron
Bomb." He listed 16 separate military schools that he attended during
1968-87, including advanced courses in "Psychological Operations" at the JFK
Special Warfare Center at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, and "Strategic
Intelligence" at the Defense Intelligence College, at Bolling Air Force Base
in Washington, D.C.

Aquino was deeply involved in what has been called the "revolution in
military affairs" ("RMA"), the introduction of the most kooky "Third Wave,"
"New Age" ideas into military long-range planning, which introduced such
notions as "information warfare" and "cyber-warfare" into the Pentagon's
lexicon.

In the early 1980s, at the same time that Heidi and Alvin Toffler were
spinning their Tavistock "Third Wave" utopian claptrap to some top Air Force
brass, Aquino and another U.S. Army colonel, Paul Vallely, were co-authoring
an article for Military Review. Although the article was never published in
the journal, the piece was widely circulated among military planners, and
was distributed by Aquino's Temple of Set. The article, titled "From PSYOP
to Mindwar: The Psychology of Victory," endorsed some of the ideas published
in a 1980 Military Review article by Lt. Col. John Alexander, an affiliate
of the Stanford Research Institute, a hotbed of Tavistock Institute and
Frankfurt School "New Age" social engineering.

Aquino and Vallely called for an explicitly Nietzschean form of warfare,
which they dubbed "mindwar." "Like the sword Excalibur," they wrote, "we
have but to reach out and seize this tool; and it can transform the world
for us if we have but the courage and the integrity to guide civilization
with it. If we do not accept Excalibur, then we relinquish our ability to
inspire foreign cultures with our morality. If they then devise moralities
unsatisfactory to us, we have no choice but to fight them on a more brutish
level."

And what is "mindwar?" "The term is harsh and fear-inspiring," Aquino wrote.
"And it should be: It is a term of attack and victory-not one of
rationalization and coaxing and conciliation. The enemy may be offended by
it; that is quite all right as long as he is defeated by it. A definition is
offered: Mindwar is the deliberate, aggressive convincing of all
participants in a war that we will win that war."

For Aquino, "mindwar" is a permanent state of strategic psychological
warfare against the populations of friend and foe nations alike. "In its
strategic context, mindwar must reach out to friends, enemies and neutrals
alike across the globe ... through the media possessed by the United States
which have the capabilities to reach virtually all people on the face of the
Earth. These media are, of course, the electronic media-television and
radio. State of the art developments in satellite communication, video
recording techniques, and laser and optical transmission of broadcasts make
possible a penetration of the minds of the world such as would have been
inconceivable just a few years ago." Above all else, Aquino argues, mindwar
must target the population of the United States, "by denying enemy
propaganda access to our people, and by explaining and emphasizing to our
people the rationale for our national interest.... Rather it states a whole
truth that, if it does not now exist, will be forced into existence by the
will of the United States."