Political insanity 101
“Democracy is cancerous, and bureaus are its cancer… Bureaus cannot live without a host, being true parasitic organisms… A bureau operates on opposite principles of inventing needs to justify its existence… Bureaucracy is wrong as a cancer, a turning away from the human evolutionary direction of infinite potentials and differentiation and independent spontaneous action to the complete parasitism of a virus… the renunciation of life itself, a falling towards inorganic, inflexible machine, towards dead matter… Bureaus die when the structure of the state collapse. They are as helpless and unfit for independent existence as a displaced tapeworm, or a virus that has killed the host.” —William Burroughs, Naked Lunch
The people who play at loving modern democracy are deceiving themselves and everyone around them on purpose.
They’re really pushing bureaucracy, which runs the show. Agencies publish millions of pages of regulations, and their minion-robots enforce the rules.
They invent complexity and then pretend to solve it.
These bureaus are criminal baronies.
They engineer the perception that they’re necessary.
What’s necessary is the unanalyzable free individual, the very entity the bureaucracy is set up to squash.
Schools and colleges assist the Bureaucratic State by teaching everything except what the free individual might be.
The word “rebel” has fallen out of use. Its replacements are “loner,” “mental patient,” and “terrorist.”
Even the more polite form of “rebel,” the “dissident,” has all but disappeared.
The idea that the artist stands up against the State is viewed as an obsolete sentiment.
Millions of children are raised and schooled to believe the State is trying to control The Corporate Monster, when in fact these two forces are composed of the same faces.
Politics is wall-to-wall bullshit, because the human units who operate in that field are bullshitters. No matter what ideals they profess to support, they’re mechanical and unspontaneous. If you can find one or two politicians who have life-force in them, they’re drowning inside the system.
The whole structure is rotten to the core. But structures don’t die in the usual way. They turn into more dense machines.
Do you want the Left machine or the Right machine?
This goes beyond the discovery that the Democrats and Republicans are one party with two heads, pretending to disagree. The people who live inside the parties are anti-human.
We’re not approaching the Age of the Android. We’re in it.
Stuff a few ideas inside a mind, click a key, start the mechanism.
This isn’t a reason for despair. Despair, when all is said and done, is just another blinking light in the machine. It signals the absence of life-force and electricity. It signals the deadness of the psyche.
What wakes up the psyche?
Imagination: everything that isn’t.
Everything that isn’t already mechanical.
Everything that isn’t the past or the present.
No bureau owns it.
The politicians with the most earnest and sincere faces are the worst of the lot. Search them out. They’re cartoons speaking to other cartoons. They have no blood left in their veins, only synthetic lubricants.
The cartoons they’re speaking to are humans who are lost, who need slogans in order to produce adrenaline.
We’re in dead time, a Blank Period. These years are always fertile for artists, individual creators.
The unforeseen, the unpredictable takes center stage.