Articles tagués : Brexit

R to the E to the I to the C to the H… What does that spell ?

Sometimes, I like to compare the European Union, as a creation, to the organization of empires. Because we have the dimension of empires. But there is a great difference : the empires were usually made through force, with a center that was imposing a diktat, a will, on the others, [whereas] now we have what some authors call the first non-imperial empire. […] I believe it’s a great construction and we should be proud of it. At least, we, in the Commission, are proud of our Union.

Thus spoke a prominent Goldman Sachs employee some 12 years ago, a few months before unveiling the Lisbon Treaty, which would essentially paraphrase the content of a proposed European Constitution that had been rejected by the French and Dutch peoples through a May/June 2005 referendum, adding to it a few draconian measures regarding national budget discipline (read : austerity), and a few years before the memorable clash between “the center’s diktats” and Greece, which, despite its many economic and budgetary flaws, had been admitted into the Eurozone in 1999 following Goldman Sachs’s advice and data manipulation.

Back then already, notwithstanding the careful wording and impressionist nuances, likening the EU to an empire was not particularly well received outside the often hermetic cocoon of European bureaucracy…

Oxford’s Lexico (a.k.a. dictionary) defines an empire as “an extensive group of states or countries ruled over by a monarch, an oligarchy, or a sovereign state” (emphasis mine). When we think of empires, we think of merry colonization (The East India Company, Africa, the Americas), of happy conquests and invasions in comparison to which the Crimea incident was merely a walk in the park (De Bello Gallico, Full Metal Jacket, etc.), of war (which is far from being the nation-state’s monopoly) and of course of strong yet joyful Führer figures making those dreams come true (Napoleon and Palpatine among others). In regard to the latter, how could Orwell not come to mind : “The past was alterable. The past never had been altered. Oceania was at war with Eastasia. Oceania had always been at war with Eastasia.” ?

Domestically, empire always stands for iron-fist rule, abuse of power and political regression, since there is a huge distance (both geographically and democratically) between the emperor and his suite on the one hand, and his subjects on the other hand. The concept of emperor is a Hobbesian one; ‘t is the Republic which gave birth to the notion of citizen, as well as to said citizen’s – and by extension to the individual’s – rights. It is against an empire that the American Revolution took shape : “a great Empire, like a great Cake, is most easily diminished at the Edges.” And it is ultimately at the expense of continental empires that the European Enlightenment rose, bloody though the transition may have been (yet didn’t need to be) : “A truly great man will neither trample on a worm nor sneak to an emperor.

In an empire, there is no room for grassroot initiatives. And every empire always attempts to crush dissent. Yet, it is this obsolescent form of (manly) power, not a flexible, mature and visionary federation, the most intrepid of fools are advocating for Europe, obviously failing to realize that if anything unites Europeans right now (particularly the younger ones), whether they’re desperately clinging to their precious little nation-state like oysters to a rock or jumping over borders like goats in heat do over fences, it is their aversion to rigid, impersonal superstructures telling everyone how to behave.

For a self-proclaimed liberal paradoxically fond of the latter, it seems, to boldly cross the Channel and, in these trying times, indirectly preach to Perfidious Albion’s unconverted, all impressionist nuances aside, therefore required a yet unmatched level of democratic commitment and political finesse only a seasoned strategist with the charisma of a teen emperor on amphetamines like Goofy Guy could flaunt with such unrestrained bravado. Hail maestro !

https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/1178957/Brexit-News-Nigel-Farage-latest-LBC-EU-Andrew-Adonis-Twitter-Guy-Verhofstadt

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Until one day…

The accumulation of insane amounts of wealth by the 1 percent has flattened in its path everything else : the interests of ordinary people and the planet, as well as the notion that fairness should be a social compact rather than a sucker’s delusion.

https://theintercept.com/2019/08/10/hbo-succession-season-two/

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Beware of horses

I mean a horse is a horse of course, but who rides is important

Sitting high with a uniform, barking orders, demanding order

And I’m scared that I talk too much about what I think’s going on

I got away with this, they might drag me away for this

Put me in a cage for this, I might pay for this

I just say what I want like I’m made for this

But I’m just afraid some days I might be wrong

Maybe that’s why me and Mike get along

Hey, not from the same part of town, but we both hear the same sound coming

Woo!

And it sounds like war

Woo!

And it breaks our hearts

When I started this band, didn’t have no plans, didn’t see no arc

Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs

Make a buck and dash, yeah

Get a little dap like « Yeah I’m the fucking man! », yeah

Maybe give a little back like, « Here, I do what I can »

It’s all jokes and smoke ’till the truth start schemin’

Can’t contain the disdain for y’all demons

You talk clean and bomb hospitals

So I speak with the foulest mouth possible

And I drink like a Vulcan losing all faith in the logical

I will not be confused for docile

I’m free, motherfuckers, I’m hostile

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Choose the lesser of the evil, people, and the devil still gon’ win

It could all be over tomorrow, kill our masters and start again

But we know we all afraid, so we just simply cry and march again

At the Dem Conven my heart broke apart when I seen them march mommas in

As I rap this verse right now, got tears flowing down my chocolate chin

Told the truth and I’ve been punished for it, must be a masochist ’cause I done it again

« Ooh, Mike said ‘uterus' »

They acting like Mike said, « You a bitch »

To everybody who wrote it, misquoted it

Mike says, « You a bitch, you a bitch, you a bitch »

Add a « nigga » for the black writer that started that sewer shit

I maneuver through manure like a slumdog millionaire

El-P told me, « Fuck them devils, Mike, we gon’ be millionaires »

I respond with a heavy « Yeah »

Big bruh says « Fuck that, toughen up

Stay ready, write raw raps, shit rugged rough »

The devil don’t sleep, us either

El spits fire, I spit ether

We the gladiators that oppose all Caesars

Coming soon on a new world tour

Probably play the score for the World War

At the apocalypse, play the encore

Turn around, see El, and I smile

Hell coming, and we got about a mile

Until it’s over I remain hostile

Mere mortals, the Gods coming so miss me with the whoopty-whoop

You take the devil for God, look how he doin’ you

I’m Jack Johnson, I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth

I’m Tiger Flowers with a higher power, hallelu’

Life’ll get so bad it feel like God mad at you

But that’s a feeling, baby, ever lose I refuse

I disabuse these foolish fools of they foolish views

I heard the revolution coming, you should spread the news

Garvey mind, Tyson punch, this is bad news

So feel me, follow me

Devil done got on top of me

Bad times got a monopoly

Give up, I did the opposite

Pitch perfect, I did it properly

Owner killed by his property

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This life’ll stress you like Orson Welles on the radio

War after war of the world’ll make all your saneness go

And these invaders from Earth’re twerkin’ on graves you know

Can’t wait to load up the silos and make your babies glow

It’s so abusive you’ll beg somebody to roofie you

They’ll snatch your hope up and use it like it’s a hula-hoop

And it’s a loop, they talk to you just like their rulers do

These fuckin’ fools have forgotten just who been foolin’ who

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters (kill your masters !)

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters (come on)

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters (kill your masters !)

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Killer children of men on the throne, roving with no atonement

Got me feeling like I’m Clive Owen rowing through a future frozen

The flow’s a burning wind, blowing to your coast

Now in cages ’cause we rode the waves of your explosions

Done appealing to our killers, man, to stop the bleedin’

This song’s a dirty bomb for they dirty dealings

Boots on the roof, I’m Charley Mingus dumping through the ceiling

Master P-in’ on these lost Europeans thievin’

Shit be grim, and De La born a reaper

Born in the beast, fixin’ feast and tearin’ its features

The world surges, the nation’s nervous

The crowds awaken, they can’t disperse us

We ain’t at their service

Won’t stay sedated

Won’t state our numbers for names and

Remaining faceless

We dignified, they can’t erase us

We ain’t asleep, we rope-a-dope through the flames

Man, the world gonna ride on what’s implied in the name

Run ’em

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Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters (kill your masters !)

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters (kill your masters !)

https://genius.com/Run-the-jewels-a-report-to-the-shareholders-kill-your-masters-lyrics

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When the fascists come out of their closets…

What is the matter with you, silly old cow ?! Has your milk turned sour ? I think we can all agree quite a few centuries must have passed since that worn out pancake between your legs was watered by anything other than your piss, can’t we ? That smell, Widdecombe, that smell, for God’s sake ! Do you realize what position you’ve put me in ? Even in the God-forsaken colonies, any such statement would have been synonymous with instant resignation, wouldn’t it ? While you’re at it, grow a Chaplin-moustache, why don’t you ?! Don’t you agree, Mr. Creedy ?… Yours is an opinion only if one considers the next logical step, namely reeducation camps for the inverted, to be one as well. I, for one, intend to keep defending individual human rights till my last breath. Because I’ve got a sense of history and I remember what curable people like Turing did for this Sacred Country. And, unlike you, I don’t have the charisma of a damp rag. Now, I know it must have been hard for your sorry black hole to endure Colin’s willy’s repetitive tokens of affection. But get a grip, will you, girl !

As soon as you realize intelligence and finesse – which you both lack as well – can still make you desirable, my Brexit-Johnson will feel a lot better. Or would you rather the MI5 dig into our perverted sex lives ?! You’d better believe me when I tell you the Lord is watching you, Widdecombe. And I won’t tolerate any more trespasses, you hear ?! My magic stick will turn you into sand if I hear any more of your moos. My fa-rage shall know no boundaries ! It’s all a matter of timing, you see. And I am the clock master. For I and I alone stand for the achievement of our beloved Second Reich…

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That’s how the clown we’re used to would have handled the old cow’s fascistic tendencies. Instead, she chose to be a sissy…

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