A BROKEN PEOPLE

Yesterday we have seen on television the figurehead of the state confront a foreign political leader, live and for all the people to behold. The argument revolved around the state’s lack of incentives to keep funding a foreign war that has been lost by many accounts (and which a lot of “analysts” always thought unwinnable), and its unwillingness to risk a nuclear war over faraway lands full of ethnic and cultural Russians a few hundred miles south of Moscow. The merits of either party in that war—and its concomitant geopolitical and strategic catalysts involving the provocation of a NATO membership—or in the row aired on television do not concern me for the purposes of this post.

In my mind, the most important aspect of the wrangle witnessed yesterday is not the exchange itself, but the people’s reaction to it and the callousness with which the compatriots in the liberal dystopia approach the death of countless others. To summarize my disgust—but not my surprise since I know very well the original sins of the body politic in the liberal mastodon—I will proceed to break down the analysis into three distinctive bullet points:

Firstly, true love in a communal sense always ripples outward, orderly from the nucleus to the periphery, showing a strict hierarchy of priorities. And a population must be communal in order to be called a proper body politic in a state. For this reason, communal love seems to be warped or altogether absent in this liberal body politic, for we observe masses of people in distress over crises in foreign lands but with a nonchalant attitude toward the economic and moral decomposition or large swaths of our own people. In fact, we suffer from an epidemic of homelessness, drug addiction and alcoholism, sexual violence and prostitution, wealth disparity, rampant poverty among the ranks of honest workers, depression and suicide, abortions on an industrial scale, pedophilia and child trafficking, murderous violence and countless other forms of criminality and social deterioration. And yet very few people seem to place any of those maladies at the forefront of their sociopolitical interests or engagements. It is all about the preoccupation with people we will never meet while we ignore those in desperate need all around us.

Secondly, the lack of empathy for those bogged down in the mire of war. For true compassion shows itself when we pull our foreign brethren from under the horseman’s beast—at the expense of pride and ideals, generally ours and less frequently theirs. For life is always more important than principles, since the former precedes the latter and never the other way around.

And finally I conclude with an observation about the most absolutist of all mass movements, namely that which engulfs us all and revolves around the ideological consensus in the liberal Leviathan. Paraphrasing Eric Hoffer, the true believer in a mass movement (and specially this most wicked one) is he who embraces the collective dogma to escape from the responsibility of his own individuality and freedom. We observe this characteristic in full ugly display when we hear the herd complaining about the figurehead of this state having thorny conversations with a foreign political leader out in the open, for the people to hear and ponder. Because after all we are only workers and citizens, ours is not supposed to be the business of the state, or so they think. This self-destructive caste conceptualization is always present in the partitocracies wherewith liberal states structure and organize themselves. Among many others, this is one of their most disgusting hallmarks. Next time somebody tells you or makes you feel that you are not supposed to have access to the truth for you are nothing but a worker, remind him that you are the sap and the blood of the land, truly the alfa and omega of the state itself, and everything as far as the eye can see is only because of you.