Thursday 4 April 2019

Who We Are





“ By ‘patriotism’ I mean devotion to a particular Place and a particular Way of Life, which one believes to be The Best in The World but has no wish to force upon other people. 

Patriotism is of its nature DEFENSIVE, both militarily AND culturally. 

Nationalism, on the other hand, is inseparable from the Desire for Power.”


This Country has been Sick. 
This Country needs Healing. 
This Country needs Medicine.

In fact, I'd go so far as to say that what This Country really needs, right now -

Is a Doctor.




We Stand Up for What is Right.

We fight for Moral Reasons.

We make Law for Moral Reasons.

We wage wars on Poverty, not poor people.

We Sacrifice.

We Care about Our Neighbors.

We put Our Money where Our Mouths are, and We Don't Like to Make a Fuss

We Will Build Great Big THINGS, make Godly technological advances, explore Space - Both Inner, and Outer — cure dis-ease, and we cultivate The World's Greatest Artists and The World's Greatest Economy.

We reach for The Stars.

We Act Like Men.


” Somewhere or other Byron makes use of the French word longueur, and remarks in passing that though in England we happen not to have the word, we have the thing in considerable profusion. In the same way, there is a habit of mind which is now so widespread that it affects our thinking on nearly every subject, but which has not yet been given a name. As the nearest existing equivalent I have chosen the word ‘nationalism’, but it will be seen in a moment that I am not using it in quite the ordinary sense, if only because the emotion I am speaking about does not always attach itself to what is called a nation–that is, a single race or a geographical area. It can attach itself to a church or a class, or it may work in a merely negative sense, against something or other and without the need for any positive object of loyalty.

By ‘nationalism’ I mean first of all the habit of assuming that human beings can be classified like insects and that whole blocks of millions or tens of millions of people can be confidently labelled ‘good’ or ‘bad’. 

But secondly–and this is much more important–I mean the habit of identifying oneself with a single nation or other unit, placing it Beyond Good and Evil and recognizing no other duty than that of advancing its interests. 

Nationalism is not to be confused with patriotism. Both words are normally used in so vague a way that any definition is liable to be challenged, but one must draw a distinction between them, since two different and even opposing ideas are involved. 

By ‘patriotism’ I mean devotion to a particular Place and a particular Way of Life, which one believes to be The Best in The World but has no wish to force upon other people. 

Patriotism is of its nature DEFENSIVE, both militarily AND culturally. 

Nationalism, on the other hand, is inseparable from the desire for Power. 

The abiding purpose of every nationalist is to secure more power and more prestige, not for himself but for the nation or other unit in which he has chosen to sink his own individuality. 

So long as it is applied merely to the more notorious and identifiable nationalist movements in Germany, Japan and other countries, all this is obvious enough. Confronted with a phenomenon like Nazism, which we can observe from the outside, nearly all of us would say much the same things about it. 


But here I must repeat what I said above, that I am only using the word ‘nationalism’ for lack of a better. 

Nationalism, in the extended sense in which I am using the word, includes such movements and tendencies as Communism, political Catholicism, Zionism, Antisemitism, Trotskyism and Pacifism. 

It does not necessarily mean loyalty to a government or a country, still less to one’s own country, and it is not even strictly necessary that the units in which it deals should actually exist. 

To name a few obvious examples, Jewry, Islam, Christendom, the Proletariat and the White Race are all of them the objects of passionate nationalistic feeling: but their existence can be seriously questioned, and there is no definition of any one of them that would be universally accepted. 

It is also worth emphasizing once again that nationalist feeling can be purely negative. There are, for example, Trotskyists who have become simply the ENEMIES of the USSR without developing a corresponding loyalty to any other unit. 

When one grasps the implications of this, the nature of what I mean by nationalism becomes a good deal clearer. A nationalist is one who thinks solely, or mainly, in terms of competitive prestige. 

He may be a positive or a negative nationalist–that is, he may use his mental energy either in boosting or in denigrating–but at any rate his thoughts always turn on victories, defeats, triumphs, and humiliations. 

He sees history, especially contemporary history, as the endless rise and decline of great power units, and every event that happens seems to him a demonstration that his own side is on the up-grade and some hated rival on the down-grade. 


But finally, it is important not to confuse nationalism with mere Worship of Success. The nationalist does not go on the principle of simply ganging up with the strongest side. 

On the contrary, having picked his side, he persuades himself that it is the strongest, and is able to stick to his belief even when the facts are overwhelmingly against him. 

Nationalism is power hunger tempered by self-deception. 

Every nationalist is capable of the most flagrant dishonesty, but he is also–since he is conscious of serving something bigger than himself–unshakeably certain of being in the right.

Mystery






“You can underestimate it, but — Life is nothing but a Series of Riddles, which are forcing you to cancel  them, and gain The Right to take your Natural Place.

— Bro. Steve Cokely


Are We Gon’ Let De-Elevator Break Us Down...?




DON’T BE USELESS




This is Your Life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time
You have to give up, you have to give up

You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless






And you open the door and you step inside
Where inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
That's right, your pain
The pain itself is a white ball of healing light
I don't think so
This is your life, good to the last drop
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time
This isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything
Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world
You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki's
You have to give up, you have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless
I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever arts
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time
You have to give up, you have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight

STRUGGLE





RICK :
Don't you sometimes wonder if it's worth all this?

I mean, 
What You're Fighting For?

LASZLO :
• We might as well question why We Breathe. 

• If We stop Beathing, We'll Die. 

• If We stop fighting Our Enemies, The World Will Die.





Rick Blaine :
Had a close one, eh?


Victor Laszlo :
Yes, rather.

Rick Blaine :
Don't you sometimes wonder if it's worth all this?
I mean, what you're fighting for.


Victor Laszlo :
We might as well question why we breathe.
If we stop breathing, we'll die.
If we stop fighting our enemies,
The World Will Die.

Rick Blaine :
What of it?
Then it'll be out of its misery.

Victor Laszlo :
You know how you sound, Monsieur Blaine?
Like a man who's trying to convince himself of something he doesn't believe in his Heart.

Each of us has a Destiny.
For Good, or for Evil.

Rick Blaine :
I get The Point.

Victor Laszlo :
I wonder if you do.
I wonder if you know that you're trying to escape from yourself...
...and that you'll never succeed.


Rick Blaine :
You seem to know all about My Destiny.

Victor Laszlo :
I know a good deal more about you than you suspect.

I know that you're in love with a woman.
It's perhaps a strange circumstance that we both should be in love with the same woman.

The first evening I came into this cafe I knew there was something between you and Ilsa.

Since no one is to blame... I demand no explanation.

I ask only one thing.
You won't give me the letters of transit.
All right.

But I want my wife to be safe.

I ask you as a favor to use the letters to take her away from Casablanca.


Rick Blaine :
You love her that much?


Victor Laszlo :
Apparently you think of me only as the Leader of a Cause.
Well, I am also a Human Being.

Yes, I love her that much.

Vichysoisse Policeman :
Monsieur Laszlo?

Victor Laszlo :
Yes?

Vichysoisse Policeman :
You'll come with us.
We have a warrant for your arrest.

Victor Laszlo :
On what charge?

Vichysoisse Policeman :
Captain Renault will discuss that with you later.

Rick Blaine :
It seems that Destiny has taken a hand...

And We Accept That : Why it is That We Will Win




“You can underestimate it, but — Life is nothing but a Series of Riddles, which are forcing you to cancel  them, and gain The Right to take your Natural Place.

— Bro. Steve Cokely








For the people that are in this Corps of Negativity,

We have accepted responsibility to put pressure on Them. 


...that maybe They perceive themselves to be Goliath, but We are always reminding Them that David is within their reach -

We don't ever want Them to think that what They regard as so absolute, so evil, so grand, so royal, that can never be defeated contradicts The Law of what goes on.


And in every form, if We were to accept the principle of

You Reap What You Sow "

and if "Reap What You Sow" is True;
And one compiles years of ugly sowing...

Then, somewhere, The Seed gonna come due -

Now, 
Through Whom? " and " When? " will it manifest..?

And if you believe that it will never happen, then What You Believe has a crack in it.

Do you have faith, that when people fail in their opportunity to rule fairly and equitably that They will be robbed of that opportunity, when others who seek to be  - 

(It's a dangerous word) 

Responsible arise to accept this responsibility, to replace Those Who Lost Their Right to Rule..?

The Muslims say 
An Eye for an Eye "

And the principle is sound.

Even an atheist say,

What Go Around, Come Around "

Every Spoke on The Wheel has it's Day at The Top




There's a Law invoked with alla' this, that actually is higher than Man Law.


Now, Men will try to take The Weak - and make them think that's all that matters.


We consider Ourselves ABOVE Law - because :



Under White [Corporate Marine/Anglo-Saxon/Gothic/Napoleonic] Law, 


you can rob a Man LEGALLY.


So We don't use "law" as a measure of someone's value, where "law" will give some people an advantage over others.


So, c'mon now


We Do Not Say That MAN's Law is THE Law -

but Men will try to make you think it so...




You were warned that Something Would Rise -


but nobody wanted to explain

IN WHAT FORM.


And then, if it be The Response, nobody would ever make you think that it was The Little People's job, and not those that we call :

HAVE-A-LITTLE-WANT-SOME-MORE

Because 


The Have-a-Little-Want-Some-More 

have NO TERMS.


They'll use a term they used to call in Politics : "Cut Us In, or Cut It Out"


Part of what enhances Our ability to be EFFECTIVE with The Victims is that We are


UNDERESTIMATED



And We Accept That.

WE ACCEPT THAT.


as,

Why It Is That We Will Win.

CHESS





Chess is a Game of War

We’re Not Friends — We’re Family.

We Leave No-one Behind.





Margaret :
You're all set for lunch.


Claudia-Jean :
You sure he's up to it? 

Margaret :
He said so.

Claudia-Jean :
He's not being polite? 

Margaret :
I'm sorry.
Leo? 

Claudia-Jean :
He has a courtly side.

Margaret :
Not with me.

Claudia-Jean :
I don't wanna overtax him.

Margaret :
He would've said.
A car will pick up the food, then swing by to take you to his hotel at 1.

Claudia-Jean :
Great.

Margaret :
He asked if you play chess.

Claudia-Jean :
Chess? 
Not really.

Margaret :
I'll let him know.

*******

Charlie :
Leo e-mailed me something about reminding the president to play Chess.
He and Leo played weekly chess games.

Claudia-Jean :
Okay.
What did Leo say about it? 

Charlie :
Just to remind him.

Claudia-Jean :
Guess that's just it, then.

Charlie :
Yeah.

*******

President Josiah Bartlett :
We done? 

Claudia-Jean :
Yes, sir.
Thank you, Mr. President.
Oh, sir, I'm sorry.
Leo mentioned to remind you to play chess.

President Josiah Bartlett :
Please tell Leo when he's healthy enough to give me a game, I'll be glad to school him at chess.


Claudia-Jean :
Thank you, sir.


*******

Claudia-Jean :
How in the world did you manage it for seven years? 

Leo :
I had a heart attack.
You remind The President about playing Chess? 


Claudia-Jean :
He pretty much blew me off.

Leo :
You need to insist.


Claudia-Jean :
I obviously don't know the president as well as you but already, I can tell when something's a no-go.

Leo :
You have to insist.

The President gets regular physicals and because of the MS, rather more regular MRIs and neurophysical tests.
But MS is a disease of the central nervous system.
It can affect cognition, perception, reasoning, judgment.
What the doctors actually term.
"Executive Function."

As President of the United States, this needs to be monitored on a weekly basis.
You need to get the president to play Chess.

Finish Your Lunch.

*******

President Josiah Bartlett :
What was it you wanted? 

Claudia-Jean :
Sir, if you'll follow me.
Mr. President.
Sir, this is Roger Quast from HUD.
He was on the Stanford chess team.
He's here to play a game with you.


President Josiah Bartlett :
Roger, unfortunately, you've been dragged here for nothing.


Claudia-Jean :
I've cleared your schedule for the hour.
I spoke with Leo.

You're going to play chess, Mr.President.


President Josiah Bartlett :
You heard the lady.
Where do you think you're going? 


Claudia-Jean :
Sir? 

President Josiah Bartlett :
You're gonna play me.


Claudia-Jean :
Sir, I don't really-- 

President Josiah Bartlett :
Stanford here is gonna stay and help you.
Sit down.
Chess team, huh? 


Stamford :
Yes, sir.

Claudia-Jean :
I'm trying to imagine the cheer - 
Check them to the left 
To the right 
Stand up, sit down 

President Josiah Bartlett :
I was on the chess team.


Claudia-Jean :
Right.
I really have no clue.


President Josiah Bartlett :
He's gonna help you.
And I'll know if you're holding back, Young Man.
You are hereby directed by Presidential fiat to try your damnedest to kick your commander in chief's ass.

Stamford :
King's pawn over two spaces.
Good.

Wednesday 3 April 2019

POLICEMEN





The ones featuring coppers are clearly genuine — 

See this is why they are having to replace all of the frontline male police officers with good -natured, conciliatory young women under 30, who are nosey — all of that touchy-feely Community-Outeach, Social Justice wiff-waff you saw a decade ago in Hot Fuzz, ten years ago now has just gone completely through the rooF since the 2010 Riots (which were of a highly dubious and non-spontaneous, planned and co-ordinated nature,  and then never re-occurred, meaning that a large-scale staged provocation is implied), and what with the austerity measures slashing policing budgets left, right and centre, almost all of the  senior, experienced uniformed-division male. Beat Coppers decided to cut their losses and either resign from the force outright, or opt to take early retirement, with the addition of a modest cash bump in their paying-off package deal.

But this, and countless other instances  of mostly  young men (and  indeed, yes, on occasion,only or more young females of that same age-bracket) out in public places  with HD Quality video cameras on their iPhones and similar devices to capture footage of rookie policeman,  only barely just that little bit older than themselves — why continuing with a High-Visibility Policing doctrine of  having officers in uniform, mostly rookie raw recruits all freshly-graudated and Straight Outta Hendon, being seen standing  guard on behalf of the British Public over  the local potential soft-target public right-of-way pedestrianised concourse/public transport hub /  commuter  interchange —  why that delicate mass delusion ofongoing and indefinitely self-sustaining and stable, perpetually renewable Folie a Deux of a Long Peace after almost 25 years of hard-won relative socio-ecconomic calm, on the streets and rural village communiies in the North of Ireland and elsewhere across and throughout all of the length and breadth of mainland Britain, 

Kal'Hya





WORF
By Tradition, The Klingon Man spends 
the four nights before his wedding 
on a mental and spiritual journey. 

It is called Kal'Hyah
The Path of Clarity

And he is accompanied 
by his closest male friends.

MARTOK
You cannot imagine the experience that awaits us —
Four long nights filled with 
song and fellowship

A time of unbridled pleasures.

O'BRIEN
Are we talking about A Bachelor Party?

WORF
It is a similar ritual.

BASHIR
That's good enough for me.

O'BRIEN
Me too.

SISKO
Count me in.

WORF
We will meet in the holosuite tomorrow night at twenty one hundred hours.

MARTOK
I advise you all to get plenty of rest.

BASHIR
Four nights at a Klingon bachelor party. 
Just think of the possibilities.

O'BRIEN
Thank God Keiko's not here.

(O'Brien and Bashir leave.)

SISKO: 
I wonder what Dax will be doing while we're travelling down Kal'Hyah?

MARTOK
She will be taking a different journey  — 
with My Wife.

SISKO
Your Wife?


[Holosuite cave]

(Dark, with a central fire and lit by flaming torches.)

BASHIR
I could do without the heat. 
I can't say much for the decor either.

O'BRIEN
Well, it can't be all fun and games. 
I'm sure there has to be some sort of ritual 
we have to go through before The Party begins. 

…there is going to be A Party, isn't there?

ALEXANDER
You're asking me
I can barely Say My Name 
in Klingon.

MARTOK: 
Prepare yourselves, my friends, for a journey you won't soon forget.

WORF
These are Ma'Stakas.

(Worf hands out staves with big balls on the end.)

BASHIR: 
What do we do with them?

MARTOK: 
At the conclusion of the wedding ceremony, you will use them to attack Worf and Dax.

O'BRIEN: 
Obviously. Don't you know anything?

WORF: 
The Tradition dates back to the wedding of Kahless and Lukara, 
who were nearly killed by Molor's troops moments after they were married.
Until the ceremony, you should keep them with you at all times.

SISKO: 
I Trust that this combat is non-lethal?

MARTOK: 
It is a symbolic attack only.

(Alexander has found the buffet table.)

WORF
The Food is not to be eaten.

ALEXANDER
Then what is it for?

WORF
It is here to tempt us into breaking our fast.

SISKO
Fast?

WORF
There are Six Trials we must face on the path to Kal'Hyah. 
This is the first, Deprivation

We now begin A Fast 
that will continue until 
the day of the wedding.

BASHIR
That's four days away.

MARTOK
It is a short time, I know, 
but we must make the best of it.

SISKO
What are the other five trials?

WORF
Blood, Pain, Sacrifice, 
Anguish and Death.

BASHIR
Sounds like Marriage all right.

O'BRIEN
How would you know?

WORF
It is time to begin.

• • • • • • •

(Alexander has passed out.)

BASHIR
Alexander?

ALEXANDER
Grandma?

BASHIR
Guess again.

ALEXANDER
We're still on the —

BASHIR
The Road to Kal'Hyah
Day Five-Hundred.

O'BRIEN
Maybe we should turn down The Heat, 
you know, for Alexander's sake.

ALEXANDER
No, it's okay. 
I just need some water.

BASHIR
Now you don't want to push yourself too hard. 
You know, turning down The Heat might be a good idea.

MARTOK
The whole point is to push yourself 
to the limits of your endurance.

ALEXANDER
I Will. I want to Travel 
The Entire Path to Kal'Hyah
Stoke The Fire again!

WORF
As you wish.

MARTOK
Of course, we cannot expect 
you non-Klingons to have the same stamina as we do. 
If you wish to quit, 
no one will think any less of you.

BASHIR
Who said anything about quitting?

SISKO
Not me.

O'BRIEN
I like the heat.

MARTOK: 
That's The Spirit! 
(sings) 
Kavek ko lee ko

MARTOK + WORF
Eh to che mah lo Tah oo-wah kah esh to pah deh ah re! 
Yah bosh-ah! Yah bosh-ah!, Yah bosh tomah!



(Bashir and O'Brien are hanging in manacles from a rope stretched across the cave.)

BASHIR: 
Miles?

O'BRIEN: 
Yeah?

BASHIR: 
It's working. 
I've had a vision about the future. 
I can see it so clearly.

O'BRIEN: 
What is it?

BASHIR
I'm going to Kill Worf. 
I'm going to Kill Worf. 
That's What I'm Going to Do. 
I can see it clearly now. 
I'm going to Kill him. Kill him.

O'BRIEN
Kill Worf. 
Kill Worf.



[Quark's]

(Dinner is served.)

QUARK: 
One steak with mushrooms, baked potato, sour cream and chives.

O'BRIEN: 
I should've had that.

QUARK: 
One double Altair sandwich, no mustard, two bowls of linguini, Bajoran shrimp and extra cheese. 
One loaf of mapa bread.

BASHIR: 
Quark, where's the kava juice?

QUARK: 
They're still squeezing the roots. Unless you want replicated?

BASHIR: 
We'll wait.

SISKO: 
What do you think you're doing?

O'BRIEN: 
The wedding's been called off.

SISKO: 
It's back on.

MARTOK: 
Worf is apologising to Jadzia at this very moment.

SISKO: 
Quark, take it all away. 
No food for those on the path to Kal'Hyah!

QUARK: 
No refunds for those on the path to Kal'Hyah as well. Sorry.

(Worf enters.)

ALEXANDER
Father, what happened?

WORF
She refused to not Change Her Mind. 
The Wedding is still off.

(The decorations start to come down again.)

SISKO
Where is she?

WORF
In her quarters.

SISKO
I'll go talk to her. 
Just keep them away from The Food.