Nechaiev is as ruthless with himself as he is with others. He is a fanatic, but a very dangerous one, association with whom may be fatal to all concerned. His methods are abhorrent.Recognized this "beat", of course, thanks to the current survey of the Protocol agit-prop:
He has come to the conclusion that to create a workable organization one must use as a basis the philosophy of Machiavelli and adopt the motto of the Jesuits: "Violence for the Body; lies for the soul."
Moreover, the art of directing masses and individuals by means of cleverly manipulated theory and verbiage, by regulations of life in common and all sorts of other quirks ... belongs likewise to the specialists of our administratived brain. Reared on analysis, observation, on delicacies of fine calculation, in this species of skill we have no rival, any more than we have either in the drawing up of plans of political actions and solidarity.
In this respect the Jesuits alone might have compared to us,
but we have contrived to discredit them in the eyes of the unthinking as an over organization, while we ourselves all the while have kept our secret organization in the shade.
However, it is probably all the same to the world who is its sovereign lord, whether the head of Catholicism or our despot of the blood of Zion! But to us, the Chosen People, it is very far from being a matter of indifference.
Just had a few days' discussion on Judaism, Zion, messianic times and being "Chosen" on another thread that truly looks as if it's going to stand regardless the sensitive subject matter throughout. (hooray!)
I include that last bit, rather, as part of my theory that these "Will of the People" terrorists, as refined by the leninists, are a Chosen People so truly diabolical that only they can tap what believers conceive of as the Anti-Christ and what yet moral "strictly reason" sorts suspect is a Cult of Personality crescendo sufficient to cause trusting, bewildered sheeple to clamor for the branding ... and the shearing of their civil liberties, privacy and personal property that is prerequisite to taking one's chances in the decidedly Secured and dutifully Prosperous charnel house of the World State.
...the Revolution makes no sense without terror, since it primary methods are those of Satan: pressure, coercion, intimidation and harassment
This is one reason I argue so vehemently against the Alchemy of Pragmatism, by the way. Any choice for evil is a win for that evil when triumphs even (and especially) when men do nothing, much less employ it.
And it's why I'm so horrified of our talk of "taking a page from Israel" re: overt political assassination and rationalizing in advance the option always to choose a useful evil ... unlawful detention, torturous extraction of information, intimidation by ID card, harassment of any and all who fail to get with the program by casting suspicion and hurling of personal smears.
Those waves have beat against the shores of FR for two months now and the toll is decidedly irreversible on many counts.
Looking at the bottom of the page still open before me, attacked most viciously and used as tools of discord are primarily those whose roots run so deep they cannot be plucked out and reconditioned. I believe that's why Religion's made such a big comeback (the rebuilt Cathedral of Christ our Savior re-upped well in advance) for this final push to make the still pools of the East find a level with the heretofore undammed rapids of the West as our economic roundtables and anti-terrorist alliances bring us, finally, through the front door to the World State.
I know it's fashionable to deride anyone who believes in "conspiracy" of any sort but I do maintain all battles come down to the one battle. If every selfless human act perpetrated in love is a win for "our" side ... surely that means any evil act perpetrated for self-gain or utilitarian and pragmatic furtherance of some purely material objective (including the bending and breaking of souls) is a win for "their" side. We are, all of us, co-conspirators at the essential Either/Or level.
I'm gonna tell you something, Flaca, and I want you to listen tight.
May sound like I'm talking about me. But I'm not, I'm talking bout you.
As a matter of fact, I'm talking about all people everywhere.
When I come down here to Texas I was looking for something. I didn't know what. Seems like you add up my life and I spent it all stompin' other men or, in some cases, getting' stomped. Had me some money and had me some medals. But none of it seemed a lifetime worth the pain of the mother that bore me. It's like I was empty.
Well, I'm not empty anymore. That's what's important. To feel useful in this old world. To hit a lick in against what's wrong or to say a word for what's right even though you get walloped for saying that word.
Now I may sound like a Bible-beater yelling up a revival at a river-crossing camp meeting. But that don't change the truth none. There's right and there's wrong. You gotta do one or the other. You do the one and you're living. You do the other and you may be walking around but you're dead as a beaver hat.
The cool thing about this little bit is the way it resounds with the voice of an Individual who -- without coalition or waiting for some 'Mother May I?' consensus -- obeys like a Man his conscience (that inner copy of the law which distinguishes us as Humans) and fights the good fight with all his heart.
THAT is my ideal "co-conspirator" and one reason I love to hang around folks like you, Independentmind. Trust you got your counters cleaned and enjoyed a great Thanksgiving!
"Then, in 1792, patriotism culminated in foreign wars; and the pressures of conflict, internal and external, pushed terrorism to new lengths. Because they were reminiscent of aristocratic ways, elegance, manners, wit were denounced as treason. The King was deposed, and a new calendar opened with ''Year One of French Liberty.'' In revolutionary newspeak, liberty, of course, meant its opposite: a police state, in which spying, denunciation, indictment, humiliation and death threatened all. The sententious religion of universal brotherhood gave way to the polemics of paranoia: Rousseau with a hoarse voice, as Mr. Schama puts it. Personal scores became political causes. Nuts came out of the woodwork. Marat was one, but a nuttier enthusiast, the Marquis de Bry, gauging the mood of the hour, offered to found an organization of tyrannicides - 1,200 freedom fighters dedicated to the murder of kings, generals and assorted foes of freedom.
"Thus was the joy of living replaced by the joy of seeing others die. Mr. Schama is at his most powerful when denouncing the central truth of the Revolution: its dependence on organized (and disorganized) killing to attain political ends. However virtuous were the principles of the revolutionaries, he reminds us that their power depended on intimidation: the spectacle of death. Violence was no aberration, no unexpected skid off the highway of revolution: it was the Revolution - its motor and, for a while, its end.
"In the National Assembly Mirabeau had argued that a few must perish so that the mass of people might be saved. It turned out that more than a few would perish. Politicians who graduated from rhetoric to government found that rhetoric made government impossible. If patriotism was to triumph, politics had to end; liberty had to be suppressed in the name of Liberty; democracy had to be sacrificed so that Democracy should live. Speaking from the ruthless precinct of the Committee of Public Safety, [in 2001 we have an "Office of Homeland Security" -- R] Saint-Just, who is one of Mr. Schama's favorite antiheroes, insisted that the Republic stood for the extermination of everything that opposed it. And absence of enthusiastic support was opposition enough.
"With the likes of Saint-Just and Robespierre (a state scholarship boy, typical of old regime meritocracy), doublespeak was in the saddle. Murderously weepy, sadistically moralistic, fanatically denouncing as fanatics those who did not share their fanaticism, men like Robespierre stood for the will of the people as long as the people's will matched their own visions. Ever offering to die for their beliefs, they got the sour satisfaction of undergoing the martyrdom they professed to seek: murderers murdering murderers before being murdered in their turn, until the last days of July 1794 brought an end to the Terror, though not to continuing terrorism."