The compulsion is write is borne of many frustrations, with endemic powerlessness being one of the biggest pieces of the pie chart. them. The corruptions and crimes of power have been many throughout history, but in our time, with the advent of the age of Information Overload, we, the hoi polloi, can not only live through the disastrous effects of the the C&C of Power, we can read about them, ad nauseum, if our busy lives permit us the chance to be so well-informed as to read David Talbot’s biography of Allen Dulles, The Devil’s Chessboard, or the monumental works of Guido Giacomo Preparata, Conjuring Hitler: How Britain and America made the Third Reich, and Glenn Yeadon and John Hawkins’ The Nazi Hydra in America: Suppressed History of a Century.
That reading is but a small sample of the research that has been undertaken, often on tax-payer-funded lunch breaks, towards making the theory of the supersystem (tsS) and the present social media non-phenomenon here titled as Fun Social Nihilism, Our last post on “Teh Narcissism of Selfies” has become, paradoxically, responsible for no known outbreaks, or even one instance of, of selfie rejection, but we must keep the server farm engines humming, or we all shall perish. Chalk “Teh Narcissism of Selfies” down to standard grumpism, and take all the fucking selfies you want. Take ’em on the steps of the Parthenon, take ’em at a Piggly Wiggly, take ’em with Barack Hussein Obama, take ’em in a restaurant after a boring family event, take ’em with known war criminals and psychopathic steroid abusers. Who are we to tell you otherwise, it’s your plastic glass panopticon, it’s your palsied botox face, broadcast it to the entire world every day, here I am, here I am for all eternity, here I am me presenting me. Sounds like fun, until the next supra-craze, which is bound to be even dumber.
History, though, especially of our modern times, will be a history of eminently disgusting people, lying, killing, thieving mountebanks, morally bankrupt pashas, odious feted luminaries, and the lowly nobodies who were of utterly no concern to them. Count the non-prosecuted major crimes in our times: remember the Savings & Loan scandal of the 80s? Ever care to count the hundreds of billions looted by college-educated bankers into their own profligate gated mansions, and who may be trustees to this day of your college, or your grandfather? How many times does the truth have to be told about the unseen hands and real conspirators of non-tinfoil hat conspiracies before the truth of social nihilism is accepted: disgusting, reprehensible people lie, cheat, steal, maraud their way to the top. Do we want to forever be reading confirmation of how they got, and get, away with it?