The WEF
The FEW
the new masters and pimps
it’s not nazism
but internazism
all sexed-up, rebranded, ready for a new century of domination
of winning hearts, minds, souls, wombs.
so many joy divisions strut and slut and give comfort
and make forget
while everyone, from their best friend to their grandmother is being branded Hitler
no one is paying any mind to the Eichmann fourmilières going up all over the globe.
it is a softer power
he is a kindler, gentler lover, this internazi
he only makes his true form bare and brazen
when you give him a reason to do so
such as, let’s say, by holding demonstrations revealing a mitigated obedience to him,
then will he gnash and thrash and love you with cuffs and asphyxiation.
it is a softer pillow-over-the-face power
it is a nebulous power (for now)
like the gods of olympia,
we are struck and awestruck by it.
we are confused by it.
and feel, confusedly, that this is what’s best for us
that only “they” could have the vision, insight and science to bring us boldly into horizons that would otherwise be unaffrontable, unfathomable, too obscure, frightening, etc.
for simpleminded backwards sovereignists to handle all on their lonesome
as if we had all been clamoring for this unifying entity, organisme
by our discordant babylonian tongues, wayward cultural ethos
by our idéologies démodées
by our parliaments, a démodé form of the transmission of the will of the masses
this had to be overcome
the many must be unified, united, mis à genoux at the altar of some kind of higher order
perhaps we shouldn’t be so squeamish. so prudish.
what if our most inalienable rights were precisely that which was getting in the way of a braver, bolder, more cutting ahead?
our notions of property needing a renewal (transcending the insolvency)
making us all, so they would have it, anarchists flambants fiers, marchant bras dessous dessus, liberated, camarades…
civilised anarchists doing everything so freely and casually breast stroking in a soupe of equity
in the pissoire of the common good
so dystopian it just has to be good for you
you must be transcended, you and your old hang-up humanities of yesteryear
because this is bigger than you
don't you want be bigger than you
a part of something bigger than you
of course you do
and so you will give it up to the FEW
and you will do it
if you know what’s good for you
if you want to be safe
and secure
and the sooner you cooperate
the larger your share
the higher your rank
in the new age world order
this dark wave order
who is going to argue against security, safety, protection?
only a madman, a fascist, a racist, a rapist,
a stick-in-the-spoke misanthrope.
And so,
feel the penetration of the FEW
taste the fruits this penetration has born
get used to it
it has no intentions of going anywhere
but everywhere.
…post scriptum…
there is nowhere to hide
you cannot get far enough away,
choose your reality,
it is there to welcome you.
it is in all denominations, in all cabinets and parties.
and definitely right there in the convenience of your palm.
its homogenizing, neutralizing force is creeping and seeping and sweeping
it is strictly pro-whatever-you-want-to-hear
a finger on the pulse crusader
anti-native down to the bone marrow
another bleaching agent
but all the while
expounding bs on le patrimoine de l’humanité.
expounding bs on nos héritages blablabla
each culture, should it have survived this long, and wanting to leave something immemorial
need only to self-mummify, make itself museum ready, for the enjoyment of future generations.
but they need do it quickly
because they are being and will be utterly subsumed.
because it is threatened by differences
clashing differences,
it has no patience for your dervishes, arabesques, powwows, or whatever quaintness you might be up to.
it is reverse-psychedelic
it is humanity brought to a severed head elite.
the capstone.