Recreating (and advancing) pk’s censored domains: Macroinformation.org & Knatz.com / Teaching / Society / NoHier / Kleptocracy /
@ K. 1999
Governments are parasites which hold their hosts in contempt. Consider the behavior of cops (depending on the neighborhood), of bureaucrats in the Traffic division. (HL Mencken said, “It is the invariable habit of bureaucracies, at all times and everywhere, to assume…that every citizen is a criminal.”) There is a symmetry to this behavior: I hold all governments in contempt. (AND, I offered a viable alternative: an information institution. Deregulate information, don’t inflate its cost, and keep the government completely away from it.)
I want to gather a couple of stories together to illustrate. Some I’ve told before. Some I want to make sure I’m telling whether or not I’ve already gotten to them.
Movies, novels … fictions are handy when the fiction tells a recognizable truth: we see the type and don’t need to sweat the facts. In FX Brian Dennehy plays a cop, Byron Brown plays a special effects guy. They break into somebody’s loft, toss the place. When they leave, they leave the door unlocked.
No wonder bkMarcus calls the Democrats and the Republicans the “anti-property party.”
The good magician tries his best to fool the audience. In a kleptocracy the magicians don’t have to bother. They’ve got the citizens by the balls. The illusions need convince no one.
I recall again a movie I saw as old in the 1950s. A group is celebrating something. They go to a speakeasy. They order champagne from a surly waiter. The speakeasy is breaking the law. The patrons are breaking the law. Why should anything be respected? The waiter sneers — this jernt is for hard booze — but brings a bottle. It opens easily. “Where’s the pop?” the Graucho-type leader asks. “He wants a pop,” sneers the waiter to some other speakeasy functionary: who returns with a pop gun: shoots a cork in the leader’s eye. “Oh. Thank you.”
My Semiotics Scrapbook tells a story I must repeat among my Army stories: and here. Basic Training at Fort Dix: the harassment is hot and heavy. Soldier face down in the mud, unable to complete the second set of ten pushups he’s been order to perform as punishment for asking a question, asks “How long does the harassment last?”
The first sergeant answers, “There is no harassment at Fort Dix. Harassment is against Army Regulation …” blah-blah-blah.
And they think it’s funny: like a cop reading a “perp” his “rights” while violating those rights.
You don’t like it? Where ya going to go?
That helplessness, that too is treated as a joke by the parasites. Why ‘n’t cha go to Russia? … Why don’t you go back to Africa? ,,, Aw, give it back to the Indians?
Who pays for the trip? What good will a deforested, poisoned, soil-eroded land be to the dead former occupants?