(I meant about fascists, not for fascists. Fascists have no taste in movies anyway.)
“The rapacious property-owning American bourgeoisie admits no limits, possesses no scruples and does not share the fears and the cowardice of our bourgeoisie. [They are] violent, absolute criminal. When they feel the need, they simply stain their hands with proletarian blood. They lack any human sense. They are only interested in exploitation.” - Mussolini (il duce)
Reposting it, in case you get any ideas.
What people don’t understand is, I love my enemies. I love hating my enemies. I even have respect for Bin Laden and them, and have deeply liked, on a personal level, every fanatic Arab I have ever met. I don’t respect fascists or nazis, sad to say, because they achieved the dream that all my enemies have in common: to shed individual responsibility and even existence absolutely.
What I don’t like is my own people’s cowardice and pusilanimity. Make the other poor dumb bastard die for his! But no. Instead of treating our enemies with respect and hunting them down with extreme prejudice and unrestricted violence, we give them visas and incorporate their ideas into law.
I noticed, in my less possession-blessed days, an old drunkard lying in the middle of a plaza at night. The usual rag tag group of street rats and dealers seemed unusually ecstatic, like the feeling in the air before some late night ancient festival celebrated anew. In the middle of the plaza, amidst jubilant skateboarders zipping to and fro, lay a drunkard. He lay pathetically, with his head awkwardly raised from a sideways position and a bottle of fire water haphazardly swaying over it.
He cried out, in spiteful sadness, like a child from behind bars. I went up to him, thinking he might need a hand to get up, or perhaps an extra bolivar for more fire water, or perhaps just someone to realize he exists for a second. “What do you want, old man?”
He said this to me: “what kills me, what really kills me, is you wanting to help me.”
If my enemies could say something as our forces advanced on them, only to offer a pathetic refugee existence where they are pandered to like retards, they would say that.
If promethean75 could say something, he would say that.
If it were up to me, now, with the benefit of some experience, I would give him unrestricted battle.
Alas, I am sorrounded by cowards.
In a creepy way, it is fascism which will be victorious. As this softness, this absolute alienness towards honor and dignity, is its breeding ground.
It will take a while, though. And in the meantime, anything can happen.
Well, I believe I have allowed enough intermission time. On to Part II of
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