This story is about many things, mostly though it’s a reaction of a human being to absurdity and a cry for heart’s truth. I am mixing politics and philosophy because I don’t know how else to do it.
It is with great frustration that I say this—but 2021 in America is a lot less fun than the 1990s in the post-Soviet space. Both are the times of societal restructuring and unprecedented, shameless robbery of everything by everyone who can. However, back then it felt like freedom, and right now it feels like a return to the Soviet Union—but without its security and its general communal warmth. It is as if the apparatchiks are openly protecting the robber barons, while we the people are asked to “wear a mask” and shut our eyes and speaking holes.
The other day, I actually went back and listened greedily to the old generation Soviet punks, the ones who were born into the never-ending television march toward the ever-postponed “bright future.” Their songs sounded like they were written in 2020. Every word about living inside a lie sounded like an adequate description of the present moment. I have never thought that I would be living through a time like this! Not in America! Life is so full of irony.
For clarity, let me define my politics again. Right now, I am politically homeless and disappointed in the entire spectacle.
Also, an important point: I respect my heart—and therefore, I don’t take sides in the battle of monsters and aliens.
When powerful leaders yell at each other on TV, I, for one, have no way of knowing to which extent it’s real, and to which extent it’s pro wrestling.
If we look at history, it is not uncommon for competing powerful citizens to angrily condemn each other in the media (including in the media they personally fund), and then, behind the scene, send each other sweet notes and party invitations—their respective children hanging out together at expensive palaces, and no one particularly caring about the peasants. For that, I highly recommend this book about DuPonts, it’s really good (and sorry about the Amazon link, it’s from my friend Mark Crispin Miller’s Forbidden Bookshelf).
And yes, occasionally kings try to kill each other, too—and when that happens, I stay out of it. The world is what it is. I am not invited to the royal parties, I don’t eat at their table, I am not a part of their circles—and when they fight, it’s their war, not mine! I am only one person in the world, and my mission has nothing to do with royalty.
A few times in my life, I’ve been excited about politicians, I cared deeply—and got disappointed, predictably. I’ve liked a couple of post-Soviet “rebels,” who ended up being thieves like the rest of them. Then I liked Obama when he first ran, then Sanders in 2016. Right or wrong I don’t know, that’s how I felt. Neither one delivered, and I stopped giving them my heart.
Intellectually, based on observations and research, I don’t believe America has a democracy, or genuinely honest presidential elections. I do think that the past elections were likely stolen—but I also think that a number of elections in the past were stolen, too, so… I feel a bit heartbroken about it right now because even the facade has fallen and the king is naked, and I love love love this land despite its imperfections—but then again, where I come from, there are no genuinely honest presidential elections, either, and life goes on. Welcome to the rest of humanity, I guess…
Now, the important battle. Currently we are facing a true existential danger coming from Big Tech, Big Biotech, their partners in the military, and their servants in the government, regardless of their political affiliation. Alas, I cannot name a president or a popular presidential candidate who hasn’t been collaborating with very wealthy people who are, in turn, hellbent on turning all of us into serfs. Obama was in bed with Google. Trump went “Operation Warp Speed,” packed with the military crooks. Yang wants a vac…n passport. Biden is all, #BuildBackBetter. Like, seriously, WTF, all of them. So it’s just us. We are on our own, and we only have our hearts to lead us. Perhaps, it’s always been this way, and now it’s just more visible. Perhaps, it’s an opportunity to finally find our hearts because it is the only source of light in the midst of darkness.
As far as Trump, at the risk of pissing everybody off, I think (sincerely) that he has been a pretty standard president with average horrible foreign policies and an average lack of care of the people. Some things he said made sense, some didn’t—but actions speak louder than words, and what he did was more of the same. He is loud-mouthed, yes, and he seems to openly dislike the poor, but all the others dislike the poor, too, they just don’t say it. The whole “kids in cages” business started before Trump. He talked and talked about cutting welfare—but hey, guess who cut Medicaid at the height of the COVID situation in New York (while simultaneously sending patients with COVID to nursing homes and killing many—and later writing a whole book about own greatness)? Um, Cuomo. In fact, I think that Trump and Cuomo are pretty similar in many ways—but the media made a Hitler out of Trump and a hero out of Cuomo. Cui bono?
Speaking of, the way the media has been portraying Trump has been abysmal—and I am saying this as someone who is not a Trump supporter and who criticized him before it became a thing, based on his role (yes, for real!) in the “success guru” circles. Thus, I am convinced that if the media didn’t make a Hitler out of him, no one would have been crying when he was elected, no one would have spent the past four years frothing at their mouths and shitposting like an outraged machine, and everybody would have been going about their lives in a usual complacent manner. Well, if not for the economy, that is…
Historically, middle class Americans have been minding their business and not worrying too much about the injustices that didn’t touch them. In some ways, it’s natural behavior for a human being who has an easy life with few existential challenges. What’s changed in the recent years, however, is not Trump’s advent—but the fact that the traditional American financial security went poof—which of course is a much deeper issue. The economy has been in decline—gig economy is no replacement for the security of the past—debt has been piling up, Big Tech has been “disrupting” everything in sight, and our aspiring overlords have been quietly planning a massive restructuring of life as we know it. Thus, Trump or not, the bubble was going to burst.
Now, I have a proprietary conspiracy theory, and I want to stress that it’s a theory, not an “official statement.” My “official statement” is, I have no idea, it’s impossible to know what’s in another person’s head. I don’t know whether or not Trump’s mission was to distract the audience, melt the brains of the “educated class”—in collaboration with the media—and to create high quality performance art while the real owners of the world are setting up the trap. At some point, I made a joke that Trump was an MC on the Titanic, and now I am thinking whether it really was a joke.
But then again, I have no way of knowing the real relationship between Trump and the more traditional establishment talking heads. Plus, life is complex, people change their minds, and lots of things are a dance of subjectivity. I have no idea what the deal was when he decided to run, how the higher powers allowed him to win, and what exactly is happening right now.
But what I know is that the “coup” in DC had every quality of a media event, designed to increase the amount of froth at the mouths of the “educated people” and to create a “reason” for an even further tightening of the peasants’ belts. I mean, please. America is a country with the strongest military in the world. And just like that, a few angry guys were able to break in and… what, take selfies? Like seriously, what was going to happen? How were they going to “overthrow the democracy”? And I am not even commenting on what exactly happened because I don’t know. All I know is that it smells like a media event, it walks like a media event, it talks like a media event… so perhaps it was a media event.
And now we have more censorship, and my people on the left are asking for more of it.
In what world!!!!!!
It also seems like Trump might have been “used” by whoever runs the spectacle—all sorts of alphabets—in the same manner they have been historically using foreign leaders during regime change operations. You know the plot: Install a leader for a purpose, apply the pressure, squeeze everything they want, and then remove. When in the land of the betrayers…
But again, I have no way of knowing if my theory is correct, and it if is, it is a battle of kings, and my task is protect my body and my soul. I am not in their game. I am not benefiting from their game, and it is not my job to love any of them.
But I feel so much sadness in my heart over watching the country I have adopted as my homeland self-destruct under the very force that elevated it to power: love of being in control of everything.
I have a dream…
I keep hoping that the “constitution” people finally connect to the indigenous and realize that the freedom we crave today as human beings is the same freedom that was taken away from the original people of this land. That they deserved respect and dignity just like we deserve it today. That the invasion of the missionaries of Biotech is very similar to the invasion of the missionaries of the past. I keep hoping that this happens, and that it triggers a beautiful chemical reaction of healing and new beginnings, and that “solutions” will show up from praying together to the mystery of life.
I keep hoping… I don’t know what I am doing but love beauty, and I want the world to heal.