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Monday 2 January 2017

Imposition

Pseudologia Fantastica


"This is the Captain speaking. 

There's an Impostor aboard the ship, a man who looks exactly like me and is pretending to be me. 

This man is dangerous. Utmost caution is to be observed. All crew members are to arm themselves. 

The Impostor may be identified by scratches on his face. Repeat, The Impostor may be identified by scratches on his face."

"The Lower Levels. The Engineering Deck..."
The, er, Impostor had some interesting qualities, wouldn't you say, Yeoman? 


"Especially relevant, when reflecting on the following facts, is the wisdom addressed by the late World Health Organization (WHO) AIDS czar, Dr. Jonathan Mann, whose life ended tragically on Flight 111 enroute to a European AIDS conference.

“More than a medical scientific problem, AIDS is a sociopolitical IMPOSITION.” "



" In her discussion of the impostor, Phyllis Greenacre also cites the case of Titus Oates (1649-1705), who was the great protagonist of the fictitious “Popish Plot” during the reign of Charles II Stuart of England. This plot was supposedly aiming at a Catholic takeover of England with the help of the Stuarts. Fictitious though this report turned out to be, its political effects were most welcome to the pro-Venetian Whig party of the English aristocracy. 

Without intelligence networks interested in promoting Titus Oates’ story, he might have been relegated to total obscurity. Oates was a mythomaniac, recounting wild inventions he knew his listeners wanted to hear, all in a desperate bid to attract attention. But there were powerful political forces who found his hallucinations advantageous. 

This reminds us once again, as in the case of Joseph Smith, to always look for the interaction between the individual impostor and the organized networks which constitute and assemble the audience which the impostor so urgently desires. Some key excerpts from Greenacre:


An impostor is not only a liar, but a very special type of liar who imposes on others fabrications of his attainments, position, or worldly possessions. This he may do through misrepresentations of his official (statistical) identity, by presenting himself with a fictitious name, history, and other items of personal identity, either borrowed from some other actual person or fabricated according to some imaginative conception of himself. 

There are similar falsifications on that part of his identity belonging to his accomplishments, a plagiarizing on a grand scale, or making claims which are grossly implausible. Imposture appears to contain the hope of getting something material, or some other worldly advantage. While the reverse certainly exists among the distinguished, wealthy, and competent persons who lose themselves in cloaks of obscurity and assumed mediocrity, these come less frequently into sharp focus in the public eye. One suspects, however, that some “hysterical” amnesia is, and dual or multiple personalities are conditions related to imposturous characters. The contrast between the original and the assumed identities may sometimes be not so great in the matter of worldly position, and consequently does not lend itself so readily to the superficial explanation that it has been achieved for direct and material gain. The investigation of even a few instances of imposture – if one has not become emotionally involved in the deception – is sufficient to show how crude though clever many impostors are, how very faulty any scheming is, and how often, in fact, the element of shrewdness is lacking. Rather a quality of showmanship is involved, with its reliance all on the response of an audience to illusions. 

“In some of the most celebrated instances of imposture, it indeed appears that the fraud was successful only because many others as well as the perpetrator had a hunger to believe in the fraud, and that any success of such fraudulence depended in fact on strong social as well as individual factors and especial receptivity to the trickery. To this extent those on whom the fraudulence is imposed are not only victims but unconscious conspirators. Its success too is partly a matter of timing. Such combinations of imposturous talent and a peculiar susceptibility of the times to believe in the swindler, who presents the deceptive means of salvation, may account for the great impostures of history. There are, however, instances of the repeated perpetration of frauds under circumstances which give evidence of aprecise content that may seem independent of social factors…. 

“It is the extraordinary and continued pressure in the impostor to live out his fantasy that demands explanation, a living out which has the force of a delusion, (and in the psychotic may actually appear in that form), but it is ordinarily associated with the ‘formal’ awareness that the claims are false. The sense of reality is characterized by a peculiarly sharp, quick perceptiveness, extraordinarily immediate keenness and responsiveness, especially in the area of the imposture. The over-all utility of the sense of reality is, however, impaired. What is striking in many impostors is that, although they are quick to pick up details and nuances in the lives and activities of those whom they simulate and can sometimes utilize these with great adroitness, they are frequently so utterly obtuse to many ordinary considerations of fact that they give the impression of mere brazenness or stupidity in many aspects of their life peripheral to their impostures…. 


“The impostor has, then, a specially sharpened sensitivity within the area of his fraud, and identity toward the assumption of which he has a powerful unconscious pressure, beside which his conscious wish, although recognizable, is relatively slight. The unconscious drive heightens his perceptions in a focused area and permits him to ignore or deny other elements of reality which would ordinarily be considered matters of common sense. It is this discrepancy in abilities which makes some impostors such puzzling individuals. Skill and persuasiveness are combined with utter foolishness and stupidity. 

“In well-structured impostures this may be described as a struggle between two dominant identities in the individual: the temporarily focused and strongly assertive imposturous one, and the frequently amazingly crude and poorly knit one from which the impostor has emerged. In some instances, however, it is also probable that the imposture cannot be sustained unless there is emotional support from someone who especially believes in and nourishes it. The need for self-betrayal may then he one part of the tendency to revert to a less demanding, more easily sustainable personality, particularly if support is withdrawn. 

“The impostor seems to flourish on the success of his exhibitionism. Enjoyment of the limelight and inner triumph of ‘putting something over’ seems inherent, and bespeak the closeness of imposture to voyeurism. Both aspects are represented: pleasure in watching while the voyeur himself is invisible; exultation in being admired and observed as a spectacle. It seems as if the impostor becomes temporarily convinced of the rightness of his assumed character in proportion to the amount of attention he is able to gain from it. 

“In the lives of impostors there are circumscribed areas of reaction which approach the delusional. These are clung to when the other elements of the imposture have been relinquished…. 

“Once an imposturous goal has been glimpsed, the individual seems to behave without need for consistency, but to strive rather for the supremacy of the gains from what can be acted out with sufficient immediate gratification to convince others. For the typical impostor, an audience is absolutely essential. It is from the confirming reaction of his audience that the impostor gets a ‘realistic’ sense of self, a value greater than anything he can otherwise achieve. It is the demand for an audience in which the (false) self is reflected that causes impostures often to become of social significance. Both reality and identity seem to the impostor to be strengthened rather than diminished by the success of the fraudulence of his claims…. 

“The impostor seems to be repeatedly seeking confirmation of his assumed identity to overcome his sense of helplessness or incompleteness. It is my impression that this is the secret of his appeal to others, and that often especially conscientious people are ‘taken in’ and other impostors as well attracted because of the longing to return to that happy state of omnipotence which adults have had to relinquish….




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CREWMAN [OC]: 
Mister Spock? 

SPOCK:
Spock here. 

CREWMAN [OC]: 
Transporter Technician Wilson found injured near the Captain's cabin. 
He says The Impostor attacked him, called him by name, took his hand phaser. 

SPOCK: 
Acknowledged. Continue the search. 

KIRK: 
We've got to find him before he, but how? 

SPOCK: 
Apparently, this double, however different in temperament, has your knowledge of the ship, its crew, its devices. 
This being the case, perhaps we can outguess him by determining his next move. 
Knowing how the ship is laid out, where would you go to elude a mass search? 


KIRK: 
The lower levels. The Engineering deck.

FARRELL: 
No word from Mister Sulu, sir. 

SHADOW KIRK:
Prepare to leave orbit, Mister Farrell. Well? 

FARRELL: 
Captain! 

SHADOW KIRK: 
I gave you an order, Mister Farrell. 

FARRELL: 
But what about 

SHADOW KIRK: 
They can't be saved. Prepare to leave orbit. 

FARRELL: 
Yes, sir. 

SPOCK: 
Captain, I thought the plan 

SHADOW KIRK: 
I've changed my mind. Man your station, Mister Spock. (McCoy enters with another Kirk, identically dressed) Grab him. He's The Impostor. 

MCCOY: 
No! 

SHADOW KIRK:
McCoy, he's fooled you. 

MCCOY: 
He (the one in the captain's chair) attacked him. 

SHADOW KIRK: 
Mister Spock, you know who I am. You know what that is. 

FARRELL: 
Mister Spock, which one? What do we do? 

SPOCK: 
We'll let the captain handle this. 

SHADOW KIRK: 
I'm the captain. Isn't that obvious? Look at his face. Remember the scratches? Look how he's tried to hide them. He wants you to think that he's Captain Kirk. You know who I am. 

KIRK: 
Yes, I know. 

SHADOW KIRK: 
You want to kill me, don't you? Farrell, James, grab him. He'll destroy the ship! I'm the Captain. Don't you understand? I'm captain of the ship! (starts attacking the crew) I'm the captain! This is my ship! My ship! It's mine! I'll kill you. 

KIRK: 
Can half a man live? 

SHADOW KIRK: 
Take another step, you'll die. 

KIRK: 
Then we'll both die. 

SHADOW KIRK:
Please, I don't want to. Don't make me. Don't make me. (Kirk takes phaser off him) I don't want to go back. Please! I want to live! 

KIRK: 
You will. Both of us. 

SHADOW KIRK:
I want to live!

[Transporter room]

SPOCK: 
You'll have to hold on to him, Captain. 

KIRK: 
Mister Spock. 

SPOCK: 
Captain? 

KIRK: 
If this doesn't work. 

SPOCK: 
Understood, Captain. 

KIRK: 
Mister Spock. 

SPOCK: 
Ready. (beams them out) 

MCCOY: 
Well, Mister Spock? (one figure is beamed back) Jim? 

KIRK: 
Get those men aboard fast. 

SPOCK: 
Right away, Captain. 

MCCOY: (as the party is wheeled away) 
Severe exposure and frostbite, but I think they'll make it. How do you feel, Jim? 

KIRK: 
How? I've seen a part of myself no man should ever see.

[Bridge]

FARRELL: 
Status report, green. 

SPOCK: 
All sections report ready, sir. 

KIRK: 
Good. Thank you, Mister Spock, from both of us. 

SPOCK: 
Shall I pass that on to the crew, sir? 

KIRK: 
The impostor's back where he belongs. Let's forget him. 

RAND: 
Captain? 
The impostor told me what happened, who he really was, and I'd just like to say that. Well, sir, what I'd like is.... 

KIRK: 
Thank you, Yeoman. 

SPOCK: 
The, er, Impostor had some interesting qualities, wouldn't you say, Yeoman? 

KIRK: 
This is the Captain speaking. 
Navigator, set in course correction. Helmsman, steady as she goes.

Sunday 4 December 2016

Tell My Mother - I Feel Fine






They are not emotionless - all Vulcans have emotions, even if they all are tutored and instructed from early childhood not to express them and techniques, with a basis in Vulcan psycho-social biology, in how to suppress them.

But Spock is not fully Vulcan, so techniques can never be fully effective in his case - he can't fully purge himself of all emotion using Vulcan techniques, although he does try at one point to do so, before realising at the last moment how the attempt itself is wrong and futile, at least in his case, and he must find his own path.

It's a Social Taboo - as a Vulcan, Sarek was raised to regard all expressions of emotion as obscene, even though he has and experiences his own emotions all the time, which he reflexively ignores. But, as an ambassador and a husbamd, he respects and is tolerant of emotional displays by aliens.

The problem is that Spock looks Vulcan. And he is his son.

Any open expression of emotion by his son would seem innately obscene and repulsive to Sarek - that's why they don't get on.

And yet a Statement of Fact is perfectly fine.

And Spock's non-Vulcan emotions are a fact.

And, Sarek loves his wife. As only a Vulcan can.

That's why, the key exchange of this conversation is when Sarek compliments Spock on his choice of associates, to which Spock responds with the statement "They are my friends."

The momentary pause before Sarek responds with the acknowledgement "Yes, of course.", carries all the meaning.

He knows, obviously he knows, but is almost incapable of openly admitting as much in his own terms.

And Spock by now has learnt enough about himself than to know better than to embarrass his father.

They are both right.

Friday 11 November 2016

Arrogant Presumption





KIRK: Dining on ashes?

SPOCK: You were right. It was arrogant presumption on my part that got us into this situation. 

You and the Doctor might have been killed.

KIRK: The night is young. 

You said it yourself. It was logical. 

Peace is worth a few personal risks. 

...You're a great one for logic. I'm a great one for rushing in where angels fear to tread. 

We're both extremists. 

Reality is probably somewhere in between us. 

...I couldn't get past the death of my son.

SPOCK: I was prejudiced by her accomplishments as a Vulcan.

KIRK: Gorkon had to die before I understood how prejudiced I was.

SPOCK: Is it possible 

...that we two, you and I, have grown so old and so inflexible 

...that we have outlived our usefulness? 

...Would that constitute.... a joke..?

KIRK: Don't crucify yourself. It wasn't your fault.

SPOCK: I was responsible.

KIRK: For no actions but your own.

SPOCK: That is not what you said at your trial.

KIRK: That was as Captain of a ship. Human beings...

SPOCK: But Captain, we both know that I am not human.

KIRK: Do you want to know something? 

...Everybody's human.

SPOCK: I find that remark ...insulting.

KIRK: Come on. I need you.

Monday 23 May 2016

"Kill us Both, Spock!"



"Who is Number 1..?

"You are, Number 6."

You see, this why proper use of punctuation is really, really important just we are always taught and that we always need to be aware of, and take the time to pass along by passing down to others.

And which none of us ever actually do.



"And what is it that makes one man an exceptional leader? We see here indications that it's his negative side which makes him strong, that his evil side, if you will, properly controlled and disciplined, is vital to his strength."

Spock

Monday 2 March 2015

Spockology

"Ship... Out of Danger...?"

He died for all your sins, you know.....

That can't possibly be the true face of Jesus, he's white.
Spock, on the other hand, looked way more Jewish.

Because the needs of The Many outweigh the needs of The Few.

Or The One.


Kobiyashi Muru.

Remember.

9. Behold, I will make them of the synagogue of Romulus, which say they are Vulcanians, and are not, but do lie;


"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Mirror Universe sends the
beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short...

Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast for, it is a Vulcan number....

its number.... is one million seven hundred and seventy-one thousand, five hundred and sixty-one... "