The Last Eichmann Lives Longest - How Fascists Memed Their Way To The Moon and Back
Diamond hands everybody! Rocket emoji here!
Whether adopting old factory-school models from the 18th Century, changing the military dress code from brown shoes to black shoes and Prussian uniforms, or creating rocket ships as American as Wernher von Braun, German style has been all the rage for over a century, especially in The United States.1 Even with their Empire in full decline, these young Americans are German in mind, number, and zeitgeist! it’s clear this is Eichmann's global village, and everyone else is just cattle for the cart-counters. The non-Western world adopted industrial models while having no 19th Century themselves, and the Global Village has been a buzz with choppers, bombs, and tank treads ever since. Zarathustra posed that “man has already robbed all the animals of their virtues, and it has therefor been hardest for him” - we can surmise because there is no frontier, animals, or people left to rob. To illustrate the animal man more clearly, Zarathustra goes on to say: “Only the birds are still beyond him. And if man should yet learn to fly, alas! TO WHAT HEIGHT—would his rapacity fly!” Modernity has his answer: diamond hands, rocket to the moon. Eggplant emoji, eggplant emoji, eggplant emoji.
But how did Europe’s mistake of a red-headed step-child, that lovable rascal called America, rise from scrappy illiterate English orphaned Christian blunder from the depths of Europe’s treachery and insanity, to mindless 7-headed dragon upon whose back sits the whore of Babylon? Civilization and its simulations are the only business in town: modeling, marketing, reproduction.
You want to conquer the world, but how? With a handshake and a smile, a Cosby and a contract, a hope and a dream, a lie and a non-stop total warfare on all fronts at all times against the human mind and body: an amphetamine-paced adventure in bio-eco-psychological world-terrorism and control through drugs, media, military, and any means necessary - dominion and human fabrication that tore through an entire species and planet, with no way back, or out.
As Marshall McLuhan once stated, “War is educational, and war is literary.” Opportunity cost is bought with each bomb crater, each enemy made, each surveillance tool implemented, every genocide, every ignorance and negligence that nobody is actually counting, every state agent fortified with more licences to stupidity, and more deadly weaponry. Meanwhile every Karen, Susan, Martha and Becky feel entitled to hassle every last child and man at every last fishing hole: “Are you supposed to keep that?”2- to ensure that no man, between state, wife, and belligerent masses of nosy morons, ever has peace again. A war of an attrition on good feelings and noble sentiments, even the simplest manliest or feminine pleasures. When things get dumber, the dumb get going, and that means more laws, more taxes, more legislation, more cobwebs to bind the already broken reality, until this empty net crumples under the weight of hot air.
Is the noise a consequence of the stupidity, or the stupidity a consequence of the noise? With non-stop psychological warfare, and general corporate marketing, the need of the many, perhaps the world may never know. The nosiness is a given, people’s desire to get away from the endless “they” and “them” who have always bothered one another, searching forever more for greener pastures, lands of milk and honey, wine and television. The banality of evil is the eternal recurrence of the same: culture means everyone in everyone else’s genitals and business, with no reprieve. Everything human overseen by State Authority and State Regulation.
In the movie Parenthood (1989), the sagely Keanu Reeves stated, “You need a licence to catch to own a dog, to drive a car, hell, you need a license to catch a fish, but they’ll let any butt-reaming asshole be a father.” - and they’ll let that man “lead” nations, people, and corporations, even though it’s clear these people aren’t fit for it, and especially at such a gross industrial scale - nobody wants to see the salami being made. When it comes to the modern nation-state, America would be the world’s butt-reaming asshole father.3 The corporations, the characters, the Cosby culture, everything else produced here naturally follows suit, or, learns to love the rocket. Smirking face emoji winky wink here.
When it comes to modern literature, as with “meaning” being reduced to information and data, here “writing” is reduced to programming, scripts, and type copy (sloganeering for the imagineering). What then would be the term to capture an era of industrial turned space-age programming and propaganda on all fronts at all times? BLITZKRIEG!4 That has been the education. You can imagine my real laughter, deep and loud, as I only the other day heard the term “blitzscaling5” is used by broligarchs to describe their artless assault on the human psyche when it comes to injecting dumb words and ideas into the market, to try to take as much territory as possible without ever backing it up, or seeing that it has or maintains any lasting staying power and value, but America has had a terrible opposite effect: lowering the value of everything.6
Black Monday was quaint. A shallow material culture of dreamless sleepers and naive Christians, as fashionable in 1929 as it is now, the creation of a sort of suicide pact with debt devils, isn’t so quaint, but definitively and historically American. This sort of garbage recycling bin of finance models “nature” herself, but unlike the decaying ruins of old civilizations buried underneath the forest floor, this ecosystem can’t thrive on waste alone.7 People question the obsolescence and tackiness of so much that is modern and recent invention, even totally unnecessary, but type copied to appear as such? This is the quest for “fuck you money.” Nobody can cash in or out fast enough. Explosion emojis here!
And what of the last Eichmann? He’s instrumental to everything, usurious idiot turned all-purpose cleaner and debt collector - a miracle product and worker, the very rails on which all train cars ride on time. The world has been made small to fit him, and he in turn makes everything smaller with him - somehow he grows without growing, becomes all encompassing without gaining mass, gravity, depth, volume or weight, yet the remnants of terrible cosmic destruction and it’s quiet remains lay hidden in signs and symbols everywhere - as designer and designed vanishes into the very background and basis of things. His trial was a strange accident of history, a fluke, unforgettable in its forgettability, the sort of grievance of moral valence heard in the words of one of human history’s most popular leaders:
“The death of one is a tragedy, the death of a million is hilarious.”
-Taylor Swift
In short, Iron Curtain was a funny movie. You couldn’t invent this stuff alone. You’d need all the Eichmanns in the world, and the entire conspiracy of “history” - to the moon and back baby, forever and ever! Peach squirt emojis here!
See Colonel David H. Hackworth’s book “About Face” - Chapter 10: Black Shoes. Space reserved here for possibly adding the excerpts at a later date. He basically says America copied everything German after WWII, except their discipline and respect for rank, and the army was fast turning into what was clearly a privately-owned corporate organization that was owned by cheap business people who were clueless about “real war,” and frankly, not that concerned about being able to fight or win wars. You can see both the retardation of the American military as well as the American public, their reception, expectations, and ultimate acceptance of their own banality. He writes to the affect, “these people are more concerned about public relations and image, than soldiers and winning wars.” - which is the most apparent thing about the post WWII American Military, of which, an American congressman recently called America the nation “an insurance company with an army.”
“Are you supposed to keep that?” Deflated fisherman: “…No…First off all, shut up, mind your business…”
This is where the jokes “America, world police (spread ‘em)” come from, for instance.
They're forming in a straight line, they're going through a tight wind, the kids are losing their minds, the blitzkrieg bop.
lol - frickin dorks
Everything, not “people” - they already have no value, except as objects that belong to debtors, or the state/bank/corporation.
Credit to my friend Q for the great metaphornalogy: “The forest can survive on waste alone, but man cannot.”