They can’t handle you knowing the truth. From el gato malo at boriquagato.substack.com:
dispatches from the fascism follies files
orwell once penned:
“the past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.”
did you think it was fiction? it wasn’t. 1984 was written in the 1940’s with the benefit of having seen the whole of the fascist propaganda machine that swept not just the axis, but the allies as well. FDR was, by any reasonable definition, a fascist. his staff were many of the wilsonians who all adopted fascist goals as laudable before the name acquired its post war taint.
it’s worth remembering that at the time, fascism was seen as “modern government for modern people” and a way to allow technocratic rule “for the collective and common good.” it was seen as the way forward.
those who would rule you in such systems cast themselves not as villain but as hero. they think they are doing the right thing when they lie to you because you are too benighted and stupid, too shortsighted and non-discerning to be trusted with the truth. this is the “noble lie,” the societal subterfuge that secures for you what they presume the blessings of liberty should be if you were only wise enough to want the right things for yourselves, things like “rule by us.”
this is the horrid flameout 60 minutes interview in which kamala harris turned slow softballs into word-salad with such prodigious proficiency. the woman is as vapid as she is incoherent.
No one has photochopped Kamala face onto Dukakis head in the Abrams?
Timmah?
DOH!
An evil sodomite war mongering empire?
These things happen.
Coffee klatsch is all atwitter over hurricane hysteria with oldster family living almost in the eye in Grampa Bay!
Shrubya is meaner than Skeletor with the hurricane machine, now under control by BlackRock.
Kamal spotted with $800 belt buckle and I thought of Eddie Murphy as Mr. T with you look mighty fine in those jeans.
A preezy with jeans and Chuck Taylors!?
Historic.
Bro shocked me with a move to the camper van down by the river near Commierado off grid piece of land.
I love those kind of spontaneous people.