"In the future only those who are members of a chamber are allowed to be productive in our cultural life. Membership is open only to those who fulfill the entrance condition. In this way all unwanted and damaging elements have been excluded." Joseph Goebbels
I was recently aggravated by a question on Nick Cave's The Red Hand Files, a forum in which he accepts any and all questions from anyone, and responds to whatever he chooses. The question was in regards to his "offensive" song lyrics, and whether or not he feels the need to change them, or respect them as a "product of their time." Even if the patronizing tone-from-on-high contained in the question wasn't highly offensive (which it is), the question itself is reminiscent of Hitler's "Degenerate Art Exhibition," in which he intentionally put art he found undesirable on display, with the intent of shaming the artist and discrediting the art.
Here's the question:
ISSUE #86 / MARCH 2020
Do you ever feel the need to change lyrics, when performing live, which may be problematic in 2020, for example “a fag in a whalebone corset dragging his dick across my cheek”? Or are you happy to preserve the lyric as a product of its time, and respect the original content?
GAVIN, DUBLIN, IRELAND
Nick Cave's response:
These days, some of my songs are feeling a little nervous. They are like children that have been playing cheerfully in the schoolyard, only to be told that all along they have had some hideous physical deformity. Their little hearts sink and they piss their pants. They leave the playground burning with shame, as a scornful, self-righteous future turns around with its stone and takes aim.
But what songwriter could have predicted thirty years ago that the future would lose its sense of humour, its sense of playfulness, its sense of context, nuance and irony, and fall into the hands of a perpetually pissed off coterie of pearl-clutchers? How were we to know?
Perhaps we writers should have been more careful with our words – I can own this, and I may even agree – however, we should never blame the songs themselves. Songs are divinely constituted organisms. They have their own integrity. As flawed as they may be, the souls of the songs must be protected at all costs. They must be allowed to exist in all their aberrant horror, unmolested by these strident advocates of the innocuous, even if just as some indication that the world has moved toward a better, fairer and more sensitive place. If punishment must be administered, punish the creators, not the songs. We can handle it. I would rather be remembered for writing something that was discomforting or offensive, than to be forgotten for writing something bloodless and bland.
Nick Cave's response is masterful, and an excellent example of walking the line, but it's too late. You can't walk the line with fascists. They don't allow it. I think they've made it clear: It's our way, or the highway. The highway to hell, perhaps. You can take it, or leave it. Conform or be exiled. Murdered, gassed, perpetually last. If it isn't even possible to make posts with questionable "social morals" on a POLICE-STATION BULLETIN BOARD like Twitter, how are people going to be allowed to write in real life? Or think? Or sing? Or even breathe?
It is illegal, after all, to breathe freely in the New World that Klaus Scwhabh and his creepy little Bond-villain underlings are working overtime to create. It really is. It's illegal to breathe. At best, the law fluctuates up and down like a caffeinated yo-yo in the scarred, twisted hands of Satan himself. Clearly, though, humanity is on the outs with the self-important mannequin class.
Harari is wrong, of course. Or rather, he's wrong.... about the living. He's projecting, power-tripping, speaking for himself, and like all soul-less egomaniacs and control freaks, he gets off on presuming to speak for everybody else. And, like Nietzsche before him, he's absolutely right.... about himself. God is dead, for him. And, like Nietzsche, he will hate God more than ever when he gets to hell and the starving worms of God's wrath run Kentucky Derbys in slow motion around his guts for eternity, eating his burning innards like so much rotten mulch.
He can pretend that he's not talking about himself when he says "nobody knows what's happening inside" him, and that his free will is a thing of the past, but that doesn't make it true for everybody else.
Unfortunately, this isn't going to stop him from indulging in the same God complex that killed the souls of Goebbels, Nietzsche, and other nihilistic egoists. One of his books is called Homo Deus, after all. "Man" (human), "God."
Sigh. Here we go again.
The book sets out to examine possibilities of the future of Homo sapiens. The premise outlines that during the 21st century, humanity is likely to make a significant attempt to gain happiness, immortality, and God-like powers. Throughout the book, Harari openly speculates various ways that this ambition might be realised in the future based on the past and present.
Hooray, another book. Written by yet another guy who thinks he's God. You could get all your history from porno films and B-movies and still have a better understanding of what happens to tyrants who play God, than the tyrants themselves. You could be an extra in a high-school PowerPoint presentation called Teenage Caesars On Drugs and have a greater comprehension of the historical realities of being a douchebag, than the actual douchebags who elevate themselves to wannabe-immortal status.
Have you never been to a graveyard?
Take a hint.
The Murder of Caesar by William Rainey
That's the old story, though. The ancient lie. "You're not going to die." They really don't think they're going to die. They actually believe it.
"And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die: For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil." Genesis 3:4-5
Shcwubh and Harari and their ilk are either the first, in the history of the world, for whom this will finally (finally!) be true,
Or they are deluded beyond their capacity to imagine the concept of delusion, and have made themselves dangerously comfortable on a conveyor belt to hell. They are either the actual immortal gods all the other dead tyrants throughout history have believed themselves to be, or they have put themselves in orbit around nothing less than a black hole of infinite density, from which escape is not possible, not even for light, and, like the self-righteous censors of "Degenerate Art" before them, believe immortality will be achieved when they pass through the singularity, only to be crushed like a disposable aluminum can when they actually get there. Their trip through the needle's eye of their own self-importance and sanctimony will either crush them into eternal oblivion, or elevate them to the heights which they seem to actually believe they deserve.
You can decide for yourself. The odds that they're going to make it are: Every person who has ever lived from the beginning of time, to one.
It has been tried before, which is probably why Nick Cave is walking the line between conceding that certain lines in his older work might be distasteful (which is something I doubt he genuinely cares about), while declaring that the "souls of the songs must be protected at all costs." He probably thinks we're merely dealing with a 21st-Century version of Joseph Goebbels and the "Degenerate Art" exhibition put on by the Nazis, and that, like all historical moments, this too shall pass.
It will pass, but not like he thinks. The stakes keep getting higher, throughout history. Cain kills his brother, turns into Pharoah, who enslaves Israel for hundreds of years, turns into Nero, who plays music while his own empire burns, turns into Hitler who systematically gasses millions of people in ways that would probably make Pharoah consider becoming a Jesus Freak, turns into people who make it illegal for the whole world to breathe and mandate the deaths of as many people as possible. For historical context's sake, let's call it Aktion C19.
Even though it sounds like the 4th installment in a Terminator video game series, Aktion T4 was a campaign of mass murder by involuntary euthanasia in Nazi Germany.
According to Wikipedia:
The name T4 is an abbreviation of Tiergartenstraße 4, a street address of the Chancellery department set up in early 1940, in the Berlin borough of Tiergarten, which recruited and paid personnel associated with Aktion T4. Certain German physicians were authorised to select patients "deemed incurably sick, after most critical medical examination" and then administer to them a "mercy death" (Gnadentod). Technology developed under Aktion T4, particularly the use of lethal gas on large numbers of people, was taken over by the medical division of the Reich Interior Ministry, along with the personnel of Aktion T4, who participated in mass murder of Jewish people. The programme was authorised by Hitler but the killings have since come to be viewed as murders in Germany. The number of people killed was about 200,000 in Germany and Austria, with about 100,000 victims in other European countries.
Hmmm, I wonder. Who were the "certain" physicians who were "authorized" to kill people against their will? Disbelievers in Degenerate Expressionism, to be sure. Party-liners, or possibly panty-liners, to a man.
I wonder. How is it that this "technology" of using "lethal gas on large numbers of people" was taken over by the MEDICAL DIVISION of the Bureaucratic Ministry of Purpose-Obfuscation, so as to participate in genocide? Who was in charge of the Medical Division of the 3rd Reich? What did the unthinking functionaries look like?
Did they look like this?
There's no way the nurses in the 3rd Reich were that stupid. The stakes weren't as high. There weren't as many people to insult and destroy; the destruction was limited only to millions of Jews and other dissidents, so the insult didn't have to be as big as it has to be today.
Need to insult the entire world and lower every standard of excellence ever devised over the course of thousands of years of recorded history in 30 seconds or less?
Give your nurses the idea to start a synchronized dance in the hallway of a medical facility.
Death on tap.
Stupidity writ large.
A diploma from a Mickey Mouse institution, spraypainted on the wall of a collapsing building.
Graduation from the institutions of lower learning, to the world of professional administration of INVOLUNTARY EUTHANASIA on not only some weird, wandering religious subculture our weird little leader has a problem with, but our own people, too.
Kill them. Kill them all, I say, and make sure we have time to spend synchronizing the entire staff in a dance that a 3rd-grade child of average intellect would be ashamed to even try.
The stupider the better. This is Aktion C19, after all, and the destruction of, well, everything, is the goal.
Nothing excellent is allowed to remain.
Just make sure grandma is covered in plastic when the kiddies come to say goodbye. We are gods, after all. "They" are the humans; we refer to humans as "they," and it is "they" who have no free will. By the grace we have bestowed upon ourselves as gods, we are not one of them, and our will is supreme.
If Nick Cave really means to save the souls of the songs at all costs, perhaps there is hope for him. I suspect he is speaking from a place of believing his intellect and reason will matter, unaware that this reason and intellect will be wasted on an Aktion C19 involuntary death committee staffed by dancing nurses.
His reason and intellect will have no bearing whatsoever on the actions of these willfully-idiotic functionaries. This is the future they are creating. These are the people they've trained to tell you what can't be done about the problem they created. These are the idiots tasked with matters of life and death in the Western world today, chosen for their willingness to be stupid. They probably actually believe they're happy. As horrific as it is to consider, their smiles probably are genuine. The insults become more potent and unbelievable by the hour:
Even though the face of the demon is frightening, and the scope of the operation exceeds even the murderous ambitions of the Third Reich, the lineage of amorals will come to an end. The only thing these people have ever "created" is destruction. They are tools and agents of death, and will reap the eternal benefits of their earthly utility when they get to hell. The genealogy of power-tripping, nihilistic petty deities who preach moral relativism is not a flourishing garden; it's a dead forest, flattened by a strip mine.
They are not benevolent, powerful beings who drink from an eternal spring of life.
They are mannequins, who will be gutted by their own machines.
They're digging their own mass graves, under the delusion that they're planting a garden.
Contrast these verses from Revelation from anything written by a power-tripping globalist religious freak today. Notice the difference in tone. Which paradise would you prefer? The one decreed by Klaus Schobwh in which you must comply with a million stringent laws in order to be allowed to exist at the meanest subsistence level known to man, or the one you have the freedom to reject, in which death, sorrow, and pain have been abolished? And which also lasts.... forever.
Thanks for listening.
"And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.