Is Patriotism a Mental Illness?

The broad definition states the following: any disorder of brain function that affects thought processes, emotions, or the ability to interact mutually and beneficially with the environment and surroundings is a patrio...oops...mental illness.

Patriotism itself and its stupid brother, nationalism, are based on "love" for some imaginary entity called "the state" or "the people" in the most common sense of the use of these terms. It also implies some positive difference to all other entities that are named as nations and states.

Emotions directed at imaginary entities is nothing new, religion is the best indicator of how far it can escalate.              

But patriotism as a relatively new phenomenon with it`s climax in mid 20th Century. If in religion at least "love" was given to some omnipotent entity called God, from whom a reward with eternal life was expected, in the case of patriotism we have an emotionally one-sided attitude towards some features on a geographical map and some name that indicates that territory. Of course, behind that concept are hidden quite specific mechanisms for the robbery of the population of a certain territory and exploitation, joined by robing blind the resources of that place on the earth. The genius lies in the brainwashing that asks the victims to love their perpetrator, because it sells them a story of uniqueness, belonging to a greater whole, and the deep fears that every average lobotomized member of a nation tries to avoid during his earthly life.

In other words, patriotism thrives on the fertile soil of the individual's cowardice and mental inertia. Just like many other mental disorders.

This mental illness exploded on a world scene with the rebranding of states into nations in the 18th century. Mostly thanks to the by-product of the French Revolution, that pure evil dictator known as Napoleon Bonaparte.

No patriot or nationalist can explain what is good in the mentioned entities. What is it that leads to an emotional engagement from him to the imagined social construct. Is, for example, masturbation on the Macedonian edition of Playboy an expression of patriotism? Or is it still just masturbation? If it is the former, then patriotism and masturbation are equivalent.

By its action, patriotism prevents the development of a person by eternally insisting on not asking questions (there was a J.F. Kennedy statement in that direction) and conditioning the individual. In the territory known as North Macedonia and the year 2024, this disease is increasingly present. And threatens to kill any independent opinion and prevent any tipping point in the direction of individual and collective values ​​contrary to patriotism. And even worse, in many cases man is conditioned between biological survival and his own attitude. Guess what has the priority.

But patriotism is a disease of pandemic proportions.

An empty personal life and the lack of a clearly defined idea of ​​one's own worth is replaced by ready-made belief models that are derivatives, thus opening the way for a mass epidemic of patriotism, against which the plague pandemic in the 14th century known as the Black Death is only pleasant a spring breeze caressing your hair on a beautiful sunny May afternoon. Only in the 20th century, patriotism and nationalism, according to the most conservative estimates, are responsible for the death of 455 million people in several hundred wars fought on all continents.

Except for Antarctica.

Fortunately, there is almost nothing in Antarctica.

Bacteria and viruses don't grow much there, and neither does patriotism...

What should be done? How we escape the pulling power of this evil? Well, step one, kill the patriot within you!

After that, continue into the neighborhood. Be proactive. Talk to people. Write a Blog. Do anything for the love of all that`s holly.

Long Live the Revolution (Roger Mortis 006)

Victory

He looked at the aperture incessantly. He remembered when he first flew many years ago and wondered how the view did not stop fascinating him after so much time. The world looked quite peaceful and calm as always.

He was wondering. Where from all those memories, unannounced arrived, beginning to turn through his head. Landed friendships, semi-made and unfulfilled love stories, plans that have received an unexpected direction. Much more important things had to be thought off. Direction of life, his life.

Questions. Why didn't he ask for a phone number of  that black-haired, tall, cutely tired girl that he saw  that night at the airport bar, just before receiving the unexpected command. The command they have been training for years hoping they won't ever hear it, memorized for a long time in a separate part of the brain.

Wasn't an exercise. Operational task, flight with use in anger.

No one got a chance except her. Others, her competitors, blue and black, and perhaps even red-haired were difficult to relocate with him, half a year on Okinawa, half a year in Arizona, a year in Korea, two off Diego Suarez. But she always sought it wherever she went.

He was always fulfilled, cheerful, although a bit rigid, obedient and not overloaded with naive questions. He was not particularly perceptive to realize that his thoughts were just phrases with whom they had fed him him through the military training school.

For the first time he was overwhelmed by a strange feeling in that tenderness at nine thousand meters above the North Pacific, alone with a few colleagues in the once magnificent Boeing B-52 Stratofortress, a large and powerful two hundred tonnes machine that he knew more intimate than several girls with whom he had serious relationships. Better than with parents, his father a military pilot in action sometime over some insignificant point on the planet, dragging the Dragon of Air America, white and green, and his mother, who held out somehow without the good will to raise their son, except for a few stories spun now and then. His father's alleged heroic feats, told in the break between watching movies and dinner.

Her son was a battle she lost without much fight. Unlike her husband who pulled out a white flag for several months after the birth of the future rider of the Apocalypse.

They learned and trained for her. Although big and heavy, she radiated some energy that required a lot of potassium and iodine for her lovers. They only used her in some obscure places like Maralinga, Montebello, Bikini Atol or Tanesruf Belt. She was the real one. She. The Bomb. Ultimate symbol of destruction. Orgasm of 1,1 megatonnes of raw power. B-28M was her real name. Molly for the ones that new her. The crew of the bomber also called her "sweety", probably to cover up the fear of flying with her, knowing her inclinations.

The enemy. There was no opportunity to retaliate, the standards for Mutual Assured Destruction did not apply this time. At least intelligence reports suggested. On several occasions, the thoughts like "It wasn't our fault, they started it", "We could do nothing but defend ourselves"

Intelligence, plans and operations had a common cut.

They were 100% secure only in politicians' accounts.

This time there was no going back.

Next was the goal.

Molly, the sweet little Molly, was unloaded as planned.

The fuel was at an end, the last drops were helplessly extracted from the tanks.

Calls to supplement fuel in the air faced dead silence, flying tankers that were supposed to appear did not appear and did not respond to calls. There was nowhere to land. Down was hell, upstairs was the fuel gauge. Scenes went unstoppable in his mind, all the way to the bottom.

They missed the possibility of forcing water landing some time ago, confident in the existence of it's base. It was clear to them what had happened, but they had no time for a storm of emotions, anger, sadness. Maybe just a shock. The pilot has been in a daze for some time, humming a perticular song.

As i was walking,

That ribbon of highway,

I saw above me

That endless skyway,

I saw Below Me

That Golden Valley.

This land was made for you and me.

Strangely, the aircraft's autopilot was not activated. Unlike the autopilot in the head of our protagonist, which in the last minutes before the stratospheric beast was attracted by gravity downwards, still tirelessly worked. He was not sorry for anything, neither for himself or the ashes that they left somewhere there, not for friend or foe.

He was pleased that they finally showed them.

Long Live the Revolution! Roger Mortis 005

Mythology as the basis to the system of misplaced values

There are letters, commas, periods, that will lead many, without any basis, to the conclusion that the author of this article is a dirty commie, a Yugo-nostalgist and a Tito pioneer.

What on earth could be the point of said article?

The point is the myths, similar to the ancient mythologies but of course without the quality of those old ones that speak about heroes, fairies, dragons and other natural and supernatural beings. Those myths had a cultural, educational, entertaining and folkloric purpose. The new ones aim at brainwashing and manipulation of perception.

The premise here is a hook for the ex-state, the late SFR Yugoslavia.

And after its leader, of course. The mighty Josip Broz.

Everyone knows why that is.

But those who disagree are the first to step in, like an East German western cowboy "das ist meine statt, auslander!" with the following myth.

"Yugoslavia was more peaceful than other communist states because Tito took loans and we lived on the fringes". This is a popular myth, but popularity does not mean that it has any reality.

The successor countries of the late Yugoslavia, in a three times shorter period, borrowed 5 times more than the former federation owed at the breakup in 1991.

$15 billion in 1991, adjusted for inflation, roughly $30 billion in today's value, for 48 years of existence.

The emerging countries today, $255 billion in 33 years of existence.

Not counting Kosovo of course.

So less than the legendary figure of 22 billion that is often mentioned, based on the record of 21.7 billion in 1987, which fell to 15 before the collapse four years later. And yet, at the same time other countries owed the dying Yugoslavia around $4,4 billion.

So the real debt was about $11 billion dollars, today that would be $22B, and that already brings us to a scale of 1 to 14, very unpleasant fact for believers in modern mythology.

And during that time, from the collapse until now, all the strategic infrastructure sold to foreign companies... of course.

Here the difference is most evident and the consequences that follow in the immediate future.

But at least patriotism is on the rise. And that's something i guess.

The old and stupid wisdom that some geezer made something out of nothing seems to be true.

In the past, Yugoslavia produced and exported everything. Nowadays, countries of the region produce nationalism and export it`s youth, it`s brightness, it`s future.

The same party has been in power for 67 years in these areas, only changing its priorities in 1991.

Before the collapse, he opened "patriotic" branches with appropriate flags and songs, from "right-wing", to "competition" with the "left-wing" branches of the same company.

To end with Johnny Stulic quote in Yugoslavian style, such is the topic and the conversation.

Namely, Johnny warned us with some verses like the one "How is the essence of fraud brought to unrecognition", but no one listened to him. Those who listened to him were converted to the point of rationality.

Or maybe not.

Long Live the Revolution! Roger Mortis 004

Cui Bono Motherfuckers?

Let's take a simple example from a simple country somewhere on a peninsula where every generation has no guarantees, except for the occasional war.

Country is on the Balkan peninsula and is widely known as North Macedonia. There, in that country, 746 million euros are spent on education, all of it from the budget.

Private educational institutions are here with another 66 million. Then personal expenses of any student that are next to impossible to calculate.

Aside from what the "customers" of this system themselves pay from their own pockets in the "free" tradition, which is difficult to determine how much money it costs annually at the level of the entire country.

It is difficult to see how much is spent in the education system in total, but we can start with an assumption of a billion euros per year. Every year the impositions on the people who go for education increase, and in return the people get new generations of slaves and semi-literate idiots.

What is the correlation between money coming out of someone's pocket and going towards education? On the one hand, the government puts more and more money into the education system, and on the other hand, the system remains unchanged, qualitatively, which is supposedly the goal of the financiers of the system.

The results are positive for those for whom they are really, not declaratively intended.

And these are tens of thousands of parasites on the state payroll, big business, profits and creating the kind of people they need. Spineless slaves that is...

Slaves pay for their own slavery and the slavery of their children, all the while they consider education free and hope that the system will declare them eligible one fine day, when their miserable existences will receive a temporary reference thus adding a value derivative.

And what was that derivative?

Education does not provide answers to such questions.

I consider the education system in our country to be completely successful.

Not in the declared but in the real goal.

That system produces people who, for example, after 20 years of "education" through it, cannot distinguish what is free and what is not, so they think that if you pay something out of your pocket under the name of tax and if you pay something out of your own pocket under name potato or beer is something completely, completely...different.

Like day and night.

Welcome into the dark.

Long Live the Revolution! Roger Mortis 003

Consequences emerging from education

One of the most tragic implications is that it shapes the perception of people at an age when they are especially susceptible to it.

Instead of liveliness, play, practicality, real experiences, children are given the deadness of closed quasi-barracks called schools in which total strangers, neither in perception nor in age and modus operandi close to the children - fulfill some curriculum written by somebody, somewhere, sometimes with certain agendas at play.

A way of processing information is formed which is stuck in the left hemisphere of the brain, the right one is brought to the point of atrophy, and even if someone is lucky that it does not affect them, then the balance between these two parts of the brain is difficult to achieve.

Some may imagine that the mass and availability of education in the system is some kind of positive thing. It is hard to deny that it has some positive effects, but most importantly, it creates the kind of character structures that the system needs to function.

It is also a bit naive to think that "free" education has a positive role. It was introduced with a purpose, not altruistic and enlightened motives of wise legislators and political elites.

It was introduced in order for the state to form young minds in a totalitarian, fundamentalist concept where every innovation, every difference and deviation from the "righteous" paths (regardless of whether they are secular or religious) is met "with a knife" in advance, the brain is so networked that it resists anything new, regardless of the quality or logic of the new views.

What can be seen from the biographies of the greats of history, either from a scientific or artistic point of view, is that by far the majority of them, although like every rule and this is not without exception, they had great problems and aversions to the educational system regardless of the type of it.

Almost everyone who brought the new paradigms in science, art, way of life and understanding of things on their back, did it not with the wind at their back but with a hurricane in their chest whose goal was the immutability of the "sacred" Status Quo.

Is this a coincidence or not, I hope for some comment and thought, contrary reasoned views are also welcome, of course an informed opinion is not a crime, at least not yet...

Long Live the Revolution! Roger Mortis 002 

Education and it`s implications

The first lesson of the first class of the first day of school reads something like: "You are free to do as you are told".

Few people have asked where those twenty years go. How are they spent since youth is in the essence of a person's education.

Several basic lessons are taught, which are engraved in the memory from the youngest age. Those lessons usually move in the direction of a few general canons :

1. Don't question anything

2. Do not think but memorize and repeat

3. There is an authority over you that you must respect by default, nevermind quality and integrity, they are understood given that they are hidden behind an appropriate title.

If education, by some definition, should be acquiring new knowledge, creating a critical, creative and healthy way of thinking and preparing the young person for the upcoming life and professional challenges, even mass socialization - the results looks at us and smile in our face like Trollface, the forgotten meme from those early twentytens.

Which leads one to think that the end product of the educational system is its majesty: the BioDrone. The result is the indoctrination of the student with, for the most part, completely useless information that serves him nothing, the imposition of rules and regulations that he must follow if he wants to avoid being punished by taking away a year from his life and mental and sometimes physical punishment and production of many traumas, frustrations and paranoia that are obtained with a lifetime guarantee.

Usually some of the arguments pro violence and pressure on children by the educational system is alleged children indiscipline and lack of decency.

The same old crap that the system creates and produces is then used as a justification for punishment.

No, neither the parents nor the streets are innocent. Far from it.

But let's see where the rabbit lies and how deep the educational hole is.

Sorry to say but this rant is stopped by the regular electro-convulsive therapy. Cheerio comrades!

Long Love the Revolution! Roger Mortis 001

Наркотици : Митови и реалност.

Дејството на дрогите, пример хероинот. За што точно се работи? Филингот,Осјечајот, Хајот, флешот...како да си во оној краток момент кога јавето сеуште е присутно но сонот веќе влијае на него иако нецелосно, таа граница, тој лиминален простор е неопислива милост Божја. Опуштеност и интересни мисли во слоумоушн се редат во различно темпо зависни од дозата, квалитетот, карактерот на уживателот и многу други варијабили.

Но тоа битисување на границата на двата света кога човек со една нога е во светот на Морфеј а со другата во секојдневието е нешто потполно магично, прекрасно, дава нови перспективи, пребродува инхибиции и победува стравови.

Често џанаци кои последиците од ужасното детство и рана младост ги растурило на ментален план а понекогаш и физички, се обидуваат да се состават себеси преку овој драстичен начин.

А чудно, лица кои се гнушају дроге се од друга страна фаначни поколоници на музичари, бендови, филмски и театарски глумци сликари, вајари, режисери глумци и остали лица кои преку дестилацијата на нивната душа во форма на краен музички, сценски, филмски или литерарен карактер = должат едно добри 80% токму на наркотиците кои за одредени групи селани, новопечени и домородни граѓани се анатема. Ајде настрана западниот декадентен систем каде врие од дроги насекаде, што правиме со најпопуларната дрога на светот, имено Етанолот познат на рајата како Алкохол кој содржи некои екстремни напитоци како Францовка, Ракија, Вотка, Апсинт и слични ужаси кои се реалната страна на пошаста на нашето доба.

А да не ги споменуваме легалните супстанци од Валиум кај нас познат како Деметрин па се до Лексилиум, Аклонил и еден куп бензодијазепини.

Но знаете што е тука во прашање? Едноставно.Вo светлата традиција на Орвелијанскоит Двоен израз (Doublespeak). Ако дрогата е легална тогаш таа магично станува недрога со едноствен потпис на рандом лик во некое министерство.Така да Етанолот грозна супстанца која во многу земји се уптребува како замена за бензински погонувани возила станува недрога. Прешалтање на етанол би ги срозало многи енергентски компании. А Проблемот е што еталонот е појако гориво од бензинот и нафтата со фракција од загадувањето кое тие го прават и е прилично ефтина солуција.

Иако не ми треба, живеам во реалтивно компактен релативно помал град но со специфичен дел во обзир на тоа дека наоколу има мал милион убави места надвор од самиот град

И така наместо етанолот да стане гориво со минимален и смешен потенцијал за загадување ние со движиме по инерција одредена таму во 1941 кога Ибн-Ал-Сауд, основачот на Сауди Арабиа направи дил со Амерички и Британски нафтни корпорации за естракција на нивната нафта.

Ете ти сега. Интересите на некаков си америчи естаблишмент со поддршка на диктарори како оној од Филипини каде 54% од население живее буквално во сламови, не плаќа давачки и не учествува во општествениот живот во општеството туку гледа да помине ден за ден. И на таквите јадничиња, некаква си проста манипулација и соодветен државно санкциониран садизам непознат уште од времето не Фердинанд Маркос сеуште даваат резултати иако не како некогаш.

Тотално одвоени од реалноста, тотално антиемпатични, тотално арогантни и надмени за таквите постои само една казна. Барем за водачите. А оние ситните кратка робија од некоја година и потоа општествен ангажман каде тие лица би формирале единици за спасувачки операции во таа земја која е на пат на секој божји ураган настрана остали природни и човечки катастрофи. Пободро тоа отколку да чмаат по касарни и да тепаат време со карти, видео игри и секси чатови и Онлифенс.

Исто но со поинаков сенсибилитет може до некоја мера да се каже и за европските чувари на редот и мирот. Иако немаме граѓанска војна како во Мексико каде барем 180К мртви осамнаа уште од кобната 2006 со поединечни масакри од кои не би се посрамиле ниту Црвените Кмери или Капо-чуварите. Мачети, ножеви, боксери, шила, ставање автомобилски гуми една над друга во висина на жртвата, полевање со гориво и палење на истото. Жртвата не може да претне иако поради гумената растеглива природа на истата добива лажна надеж дека има спас. Но спас никогаш и нема, не знам дали постои лик кој се спасил од таков предизвик за својот живот.

И сето тоа, групни силувања каде и по 70 гангстери непрекинато силуваат девојка се додека таа не се упокои од сето тоа, па тоа го немало ни во насјветлите денови на Кмерите или балканските паравојски во 1990-те. Тотално бришење на личноста на една жена, а повремено и маж, трауми кои е скоро невозможно да се пребродат во случај да ја преживеат војната.

Има нешто интересно во класифицијата на дрогите. Пример кокаинот е статусен симбол, Амфетите, Мет и кристал мет се све повеќе во мода заедно со разни синтетики кои овозможуваат подобар аутпут на работа, значи совршени капиталистички творевини спремни да жртвата ја направат тотално капиталистичко товарно животно кое нема многу да гледа во алтернтивни ереси.

Имено, алкохолот, никотинот и кофеинот малку или ич влијаат на работниот аутпут на wage slaves па дури и го потпомагаат така да нормално да баш тие се легални. Сите тие се само лубрикација во работно-општествените односи каде на робовите им е полесно да го примат одзади со прекувремена работа, намалена плата, нисплаќање, уцени и закани, мобинг и изживувања од надредени. Легализацијата на наркотиците би била сериозен удар врз капитализмот.