The Post-Partisan Emporium

  EVERYBODY KNOWS THE CAPTAIN LIED Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Leonard Cohen – Everybody Knows Having heard this Leonard Cohen classic on the radio a few days ago, the lyrics have been rattling around in my head as a perfect description of the dystopian horror show we are experiencing in the world today. The song has a dark, foreboding, cynical tone, capturing the sense of a coming catastrophe which everybody can see coming, but we are helpless to stop. Cohen wrote the song in 1987 and it perfectly captures the mood of a Third Turning Unraveling, where greed; narcissism; the breakdown of societal trust; confidence in governmental and financial institutions; and the deterioration of society into the “haves” and “have nots”; sets the stage for the  Fourth Turning Crisis  of financial collapse, war, and a violent bloody resolution by 2032. Third Turnings are periods o

  ‘The Pride Reich’: Riding for a Fall ‘You’ve reduced your identity to the most immature and hedonistic part of you, the part that would exploit someone else for your own gratification'. — Jordan Peterson JOHN WATERS ‘Pride’ display in Malaga shop window Give Us Back the Moon In June This used to be the beautiful month of June,  but between the geo-engineers and the LGBT goons, it has in many places become a cloudy, dispiriting time. Walking around Malaga and Seville these past few days, and coming upon my umpteenth window display constructed in observation of Pride Month, I was impelled to revisit  The Power of the Powerless , the famous 1978 essay written by my great hero, the late Czech philosopher and playwright (and sometime politician), Václav Haval, and as a consequence to amend and update a refection upon it that I myself wrote many years afterwards. In what is perhaps his most famous essay, vac employs as a central motif the image of the greengrocer who is required by the

 Thanks to BrahmaFear for recommending this article... Acting As If It Weren’t Really So Edward J. Curtin, Jr.     Laughing on the bus/Playing Games with the faces/She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy/I said, “Be careful his bowtie is really a camera” –  America  by Paul Simon Only people who listen to the chorus of reliable alternative media voices warning of the quickly growing threat of nuclear war have any sense of the nightmare that is approaching.  Even for them, however, and surely for most others, unreality reigns.  Reality has a tough time countering illusions.  For we are cataleptically slow-walking to WW III.  If it is very hard or impossible to imagine our own deaths, how much harder is it to imagine the deaths of hundreds of millions of others or more. In 1915, amid the insane slaughter of tens of millions during WW I that was a shocking embarrassment to the meliorist fantasy of the long-standing public consciousness, Freud wrote: It is indeed impossible to ima