Alchemical bastards

No pain no gain, they said.

What about lotta pain and shit full of gain. That, they never say.

I-Phone anarchists, champagne socialists, pork islamists, caviar communists, dollar patriots - everywhere the abject need for belonging creates hideous monsters without any ideological basis, let alone consistency, the need to always be in the flabby semi-context of the herd, mixing oil and water, fulfilling the dream of the former alchemists and fantasizing that it is possible to turn shit into gold, maybe not real gold but gilding in any case. Looks like shit, smells like shit and talks like shit, but it`s gold folks! And we are proud to be a part of it! We`re golden! And if We are golden, so am I?

Liberals that Khomeini would be proud of, Russians that Jesus would gladly liquidate, traditionalists - owners of a wide range of hepatitis and gonorrhea, family people whose children are strangers in the night, idiots with bigger nominal titles than Tesla, moralists - diminutive maniacs, hardcore Nazis who fuck in the ass and die of AIDS, racists who smoke on blacks, the incredible orgy of superficiality reigns everywhere.

Instant belonging, instant declarations, hollow in the void, value for money. No one can pave the way for someone else, there is no messiah who will take on the sins of others on his back, there is no ideologue who will create a matrix of well-being, there is no Guru who will open the gates of perception, there is no one and there is nothing.

Apart from the price paid on the path that everyone must walk alone, which most likely leads nowhere, and if it does lead us somewhere - it costs much more than we imagined at the beginning of the individual Odyssey. Of course, before setting off on the individual path, no one will give a warning that the cards have long been dealt and that it will be hell. Kismet.

Hope is a powerful drug, beats coke in round one.

Rant over.

(Roger Mortis 030)

Privates on Drugs

The use of narcotics during the most massive massacres of the 20th century, a century in which drugs were outlawed for the first time, is a classic tragedy of statism, where on the one hand we have draconian legislation aimed at any possible dealer of Meth (or any drug), but only if that dealer is not authorized by the state. In the event that he is authorized, the drug is wonderful, humane and irreplaceable.

And patriotic!

A tragedy in which the main actors are Methamphetamine, cheap hypocrisy and the drugged up killing machine known as the War Hero.

Methamphetamine, first synthesized in 1893, already in the twenties attracted the attention of the Imperial Japanese Army and somewhat later the German Wehrmacht. In both cases we have a mass distribution of Meth tablets to soldiers (especially tankers and pilots) in combat conditions. The most bizarre form was the German chocolates filled with Speed ​​(known as `Pervitin`) which were distributed to the army. Speed ​​so sweet.

Billions of doses were issued first to the Wehrmacht and the Japanese army and later after seizing a certain amount in 1941. and the Soviet Red Army begins mass production and use of the so-called "Vint", cheap crystal meth, especially for the heroes of the liberation war. Second bizarre fact - when searching the corpses of German soldiers, prisoners or seized supplies by Soviet soldiers, "Pervitin" had priority. Finland, the USA and Britain are other countries known to have used this drug to enhance patriotic fervor and suicidal courage.

How many Japanese suicide "Banzai" attacks were carried out because of Meth and not because of patriotism is hard to say. How much of a role this drug played in the initial successes of the "Blitzkrieg" is not hard to guess. If an SS man could march twice as far as a French or Polish mobilized peasant (trained to work hard and well conditioned) and if he could get by on half as much sleep - the conclusion is not very complicated.

How many casualties fell because a recruit, naturally reluctant to excel in combat, was hit with Speed ​​and suddenly felt like a superhero with a mission to make the enemy cry is not known. Nor how many civilians died during the trigger happy trips of a random private or corporal. How many recruits would have returned home alive or at least returned home without missing an eye, leg, arm, liver or spleen... is just a sad rhetorical question.

Speed ​​is not the only drug used or developed for combat use, just the most massive. The super-drug D-9, which was tested on human guinea pigs after concentration camps and which was supposed to create super-soldiers, with an extremely high pain threshold, endurance and fitness... is just one of the drug secrets of World War II. The consequences of the continuous use of Meth by soldiers are not even known because drugging "their own" soldiers was an official secret that took decades to surface from the septic tank of statism.

The drugs continued their march further, to Korea, Vietnam, ex-Yugoslavia, Africa, Iraq or in almost all post-WW2 conflicts. Synthetics joined alcohol in the realm of militaristic drugs, suitable for inducing false courage and fierce patriotism that once smelled only of Rakija. New time - new aromas.

It is important to have love for the country that loves us and protects us from drugs.

(Roger Mortis 029)

Coming of age of the Leviathan

By promoting state patriotism and nationalism as its clearer version, phenomenal results are obtained for the ruling elites. The masses gain a new emotion, a new group is obtained to which the frightened individual will belong with a simple declaration of belonging, on the occasion of his birth between certain lines on the map. Or to his ancestors. Or just like that...

There is still no answer to what is positive in patriotism/nationalism. For the people. For the oligarchies, there is always one. It is just one of the mechanisms for the slaves to keep quiet and have a blockage in their minds, a kind of firewall in case they start thinking about what influence the state has on their lives, what they really lose and what they really gain.

The twentieth century was certainly the bloodiest in all of history. Perhaps an indicator that with the sophistication of the state in line with technological development, there would be a possibility of rejecting the idea of ​​the inability of the individual or group to decide for their lives without the tutelage of the competent bureaucrat? Quite the opposite, unfortunately, the twentieth century was the century of the height of nationalism and the century of half a billion people killed by states. After all, technology enabled the development of propaganda without precedent. The role of this new phenomenon was best described by none other than the master of propaganda, the hero of the apotheosis of the idea of ​​the state, the nation and the race - Joseph Goebbels. From the horse`s mouth, as they say :

"If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State."

Yes, the Lie!

That you share common interests with people you have never seen and will never see in your life, that you are being robbed for your own good, that you are a commodity that cannot do without a yoke, that there are `internal and external enemies` lurking everywhere, that your life does not belong to you but to persons delegated by the oligarchy for that purpose. That if you have no emotions for your fellow human beings, there are football players or ping pong players who you will love fiercely but seasonally, in installments, and that is the authentic You who has found yourself.

They will never tell you how much death, pain, misery and suffering the idea of ​​a state has brought to man. They will never tell you how much of your life will be taken away by the state. That you would never cast an `anchor` of your own free will at the offered emotional and identificational `harbors`. But never.

They will never tell you that what you expected to receive as feedback is just a cheap myth that is not supported by any legally valid document, a myth, an illusion of the skillfully adjusted scales in order not to outweigh the instinct for biological survival and to play weapons.

And I am embarrassed to tell you that that instinct is on the verge of defeat, if not already completely defeated.

(Roger Mortis 028)

Spawn of the Leviathan

Once a certain class of parasites in human form came to know how to seize the surplus products of a certain territory that they declared a state, a relatively simple dynamic of events followed, an eternal circle of plunderers and plundered.

But no matter how strong the organized mysticism, dollars for donuts, often there were public and unambiguous outbursts of discontent expressed in peasant and slave rebellions and uprisings, eliminations of the aristocracy, clergy and ruling families. Perhaps the most famous example from the ``old times`` are the slave wars in the Roman Empire, especially the Third Slave War in which the slaves brought the Empire to the brink of collapse. The name of Spartacus has remained to this day as a symbol of the struggle against the state and exploitation. But Spartacus himself is only a drop in the ocean in the 7 millennia-old struggle between parasites and saprophytes on two legs. From today's `forgetting` to file a tax return or to declare real income (double-entry bookkeeping) to the beheaded Archbishop of Canterbury or the emptying of a cartridge in the body of US President McKinley, the struggle is seemingly eternal and lasts with varying intensity, geographical, cultural, psychological and individual differences are also the differences in the depiction of that struggle.

The basic postulates of organized force for the purpose of enforcing the collection of tribute from a population limited by a certain border from another population remain unchanged from the ancient times of Sumer to the present day. The difference is in the technology that has changed and given new forms of plunder.

The old scheme, the divine right to rule, lasted for about five and a half millennia. And quite successfully with the help of the clergy (whether the imaginary companions were arranged in a pantheon, solitary but still tripartite, or one and absolute) the era of the state as the regulator of all relations in society was never seriously shaken, although there were several significant challenges. Until the late Middle Ages. Then slaves become kinda restless.

Thus we come to another defining moment in history, and that is the emergence of nation-states. After the weakening of the influence of religion and its role in protecting the state order, due to the Renaissance, the industrial revolution, the great scientific and geographical discoveries, astronomical heresies, interfaith wars and the corruption of the churches (especially the Catholic), new ideologies and philosophies (perhaps best represented by Diderot's statement `Men will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest`) and the era of rationalism, the hundreds if not thousands of serf revolts, uprisings and revolutions across Europe and Asia... the need for a new imaginary friend to whom the elite would refer in its continued survival and expansion at someone else's expense was obvious.

Enters the new deception. The Nation.

But that novelty had to impress the priests of secular mysticism as well. The scholars and the literate. To respond to the new challenge of belonging to a group. Larger then thyself. Always. The fear of God is updated with Love for the nation/state.

For the more rational and optimistic, there are also the alleged benefits from the state-bureaucratic apparatus on the taxpayer. Who has to work twice as hard so as not to have time to wonder how much it really costs what he will supposedly receive if he needs it.

But of course, one thing has remained unchanged. The citizen does not have any document where he agrees with the conditions under which he must exist. How much, whether and if he receives something so that he does not become furious and perceives the naked reality, is decided quite arbitrarily. As in Sumer, so in Belgium.

(Roger Mortis 027)

Birth of the Leviathan

Let's look a little at the origin and development of the greatest mass murderer of the genus Homo-sapiens-sapiens, not coincidentally also the most favorite cause of death in the mentioned species. The Plague people love.

The basic mechanism is probably Organized Mysticism, which has been incarnated in its most vile and destructive forms - the state and organized religion. Unlike mysticism among individuals or small groups that use other people's gullibility or superstition for their own purposes, here we have a global phenomenon that few question. And the consequences are global.

Why is this so and where is the "essential fraud" hidden?

The State arose when a certain group of people, powerless to ensure their physical survival by work that produces concrete results (products and services), organized themselves so that they could live on someone else's back.

After the initial organization, one of the defining moments in the history of our civilization was the birth of organized mysticism, which took it a step further by discovering that they could live quite well on the backs of others, and not just to ensure their physical survival. It is difficult to speculate without having the appropriate facts, but probably with the abandonment of the wandering lifestyle of hunter-gatherer communities and the permanent settlement with the birth of agriculture and animal husbandry, a surplus of products was born on the one hand, and a certain type of Homo sapiens who realized that they did not have to depend on the mercy of the community for their survival despite their total unproductiveness.

Of course, they needed appropriate mechanisms with which to achieve their goal.

Enters the State.

Enters the organized religion.

They got married and spawn atrocities in milenia to come.

By themselves, physically and mentally inferior persons, and as such are characterized not by a lack of intelligence and ability to manipulate, but by an inability to create anything, to be creative, to add value to anything, could neither come to power nor rule for long without mysticism. Here we come to the omnipotent gods or god, depending on which variant was in force in which territory. The anonymous authority. The voice in the head. The voice of fear. The alleged giver of the ruler's right to rule, hereditary. Divine right to rule. All holders of power invoked the "right" given by some higher power to sit in power during their earthly life. To be inherited by family members. And not only that, but that system later encompassed entire classes at the top of society and the economy. The birth of the bearers of organized mysticism, the Aristocracy and the clergy.

(Roger Mortis 026)

Give them their Heroes back!

Not all of us are born out of the same stock!

An unusual life trajectory that began in a completely ordinary orbit. So unusual that in the times we live in, I have no doubt that people would nod their heads in pity. But it is not that people do not have ideals, or if they do, they are diluted like the gasoline at the local gas stations. It is because they do not have a gyroscope in their heads.

Born in Sweden, Count Carl Gustaf von Rosen comes from the ranks of the high aristocracy, which makes his life path a little unusual, considering that for the vast majority, belonging to a certain social and societal class shapes the ways in which they perceive the world and the goals they strive for.

Perhaps it began with his father, prone to taking on the role of the “black sheep” in the family, an explorer and pilot who donated his plane to the Finnish insurgents during the war of independence from Soviet Russia, 1918-19. A family with good connections and status, a relative of none other than Hermann Göring who was the “culprit” for awakening the love of flying in little Karl, during the stays of the later fatty commander of the Luftwaffe in Karl’s home and the stories of his (completely real) exploits during the Great War. A living example of the duality of the whole world and the circumstances that prevail in it. If there was one, this was it, fatty Herman setting the stage for saving thousands of kids.

Whether before or after becoming a pilot is not important, but Karl had a need to fight pre-destined battles, an imaginary identification with the chivalry of past times or occasional outbursts of altruism, as it was after the attack of fascist Italy on Ethiopia in 1935. he signed up as a Red Cross pilot and flew on missions to deliver food and extract wounded civilians. The Italians, in the absence of an air opponent from the symbolic air force of Emperor Selassie, trained on some aircraft of humanitarian organizations, so von Rosen put his head in a bag many times and was once poisoned in an attack with a poison gas at the airport where he was stationed.

A few years after this adventure, he volunteered for the attack of the Bolshevik USSR on neighboring Finland in 1939. Seeing the "number" of the Finnish aviation, especially in the bomber section, he decided on improvisation that would become his trademark later. Having sufficient funds, both from family sources and from his salary as a pilot of the Dutch KLM, he purchased a second-hand passenger DC-2 which he converted into a "do-it-yourself" bomber with an improvised bomb discharge shaft and an optical sight. With it, he carried out numerous attacks on the aggressor forces, despite the unthinkable odds.

After the end of the "Winter War", Karl enlists in the RAF to fly as a volunteer against the Luftwaffe. But he is prevented from doing so by British intelligence due to his family ties to Göring, underestimating the Count's sincerity (his wife dies as a member of the Dutch resistance movement fighting the Germans) and losing an incredibly powerful propaganda opportunity (Herman's nephew scored a kill against the Luftwaffe!). After the war, he heads back to Ethiopia where his exploits are not forgotten and he lives there for a decade, organizing the newly organized air force in that country. Perhaps the most controversial period of his life follows when his actions have a global impact. During the civil war in the Belgian Congo, he flies as the personal pilot of the UN Secretary-General, Dag Hammarskjöld.

Except for one day, when he reports that he is sick and lets another pilot transport Hammarskjöld. And coincidentally or not, that is the flight when the Secretary-General's plane is shot down and Hammarskjöld dies in an assassination attempt, most likely by Belgian mercenaries.

Leaving the Congo during those controversial events, he remains off the radar for a while, and appears on the scene a few years later when he makes a legend of himself, the civil war in Nigeria 1967-70 due to the secession of the Ibo people from it and the creation of Biafra as an independent state.

Apart from Israel, France and several neighboring countries, Biafra is blockaded from all sides and the USA and the USSR and Britain side with the Nigerian central government and help them bring the "runaway" province back. Carl flies as a volunteer to deliver humanitarian aid to the victims of the blockade who are dying en masse from hunger. It is precisely in Biafra that the world sees scenes of mass child slaughter for the first time with the help of cameras. But the daily contact with those children and their gaze that is extinguished by the interests of the "big players" is something other than an afternoon sigh about the injustices in the world and the comfort with the secular gospel that appeals (without suffering from too much originality) to the sinful nature of man.

All this leads him to take on something more.

With a group of mercenary friends, a colorful group of ex-Luftwaffe aces, former South African pilots, Swedish adventurers and members of local tribes interested in learning to fly - decide to go on the offensive. After failing to procure "serious" combat aircraft on the international scrap and military surplus market, apart from a few "AT-6 Texans" and "A-26 Invaders" as well as one "B-25 Mitchell", a relic of World War II, he again develops the sense of improvisation. He returns to Sweden where he buys 5 (or 6 according to other sources) two-seater MFI-9 basic training aircraft on which French technicians later mount rocket launchers and optical sights. With these "frivolous" machines with a 100 hp engine, he does what shocks everyone, friends and foes. After training several local pilots and test flights, they embark on the most unequal battle in the history of aviation, against the Nigerian Air Force equipped with modern aircraft, a radar network, air defense and assisted by "instructors" from the Warsaw Pact, Egypt and Britain.

During the entire war, there was no recorded case of a strike by the Nigerian Air Force against the guerrillas. The main goal - to kill as many civilians as possible and to stop humanitarian flights.

Von Rosen and company dismantle the Nigerian Air Force.

Literally. Kickin' the shit out of.

There is no definitive information on the number of aircraft that were surprised by Von Rosen's small planes, about twenty aircraft and helicopters (Il-28, MiG-17, C-47, DC-6), several airfields, several anti-aircraft batteries, a large number of vehicles and over 300 soldiers, both killed and wounded. And without losing a single plane despite the constant fire they were exposed to.

But the most important part was in distracting the Nigerian Air Force from its targets (Genocide Airlines) to fight an enemy that together cost as much as a spare engine for a MiG-17. Talking about cost-benefit, they were out of this world. The number of lives saved is difficult to estimate, but unfortunately Biafra fails to defend itself and is annexed back to the "motherland" and the reprisals continued. Even von Rosen and his merry men couldn`t make the final difference. But they dealt a blow. After the evacuation from Biafra, he again flies around Africa on various flights to deliver food and medicine, for years and defying fate, bullets and anti-aircraft artillery. Which will never bring him down.

The luck in the sky has not left him at all. Unfortunately, he turns his back on the earth. Karl, already 68 years old, with a life behind him that could be written in volumes, dies in an attack by Somali soldiers on some auxiliary airfield, during the war between Ethiopia and Somalia in 1977, the final chapter of the drama in which an aristocrat and eternal fighter for forgotten ideals found himself quite voluntarily, outside all the causal connections of this world.

(Roger Mortis 025)

Maturity

Imagine if you will, a duel between Stanislav Petrov and Wayne Rooney. Hold on. Who the fuck is Stanislav Petrov!? Wasn't he a player for CSKA Moscow...hmmm, or did he defend for Spartak? He wish he was. He's not a footballer, nor a Soviet gymnast with 229 medals from various competitions hanging around his neck. Fortunately, he's not a politician, singer or actor. He's not a famous lawyer or an Orthodox saint. There's nothing about him that would be "televised" enough to dig him out of deep anonymity.

He's just the man who saved the world.

Nothing more, nothing less.

The first reaction after reading something like this would be quite natural and would move towards imagining a Russian counterpart to American and Hong Kong B-movie productions where various characters save the world, fast, precise and strong, driven by a derivative of universal virtue and their default affiliation with the forces of good and, of course, their muscles.

But as mentioned, Stanislav is not an actor, not even a bad one. He was never even close to acting as a profession, although he existed in an environment where the path to the top depended on bad acting. Comrade Petrov was a lieutenant colonel of the strategic air defense of the former Red Army, on duty in the operational alarm center of the satellite system "Oko" ("the Eye") which was the first instance in detecting a possible nuclear attack on the USSR by the USA/NATO. He received the alarm signals from the satellites.

Among the monotony and paranoia that were constant roommates in such a place, something unusual nevertheless crept in. And that was what that system was built for. Alarm. An intercontinental ballistic missile was fired from the USA towards the USSR. Could it be a system error? But before that thought could reach rational processing in the brains of those present, a second signal was received. Error? A third. The fourth and fifth already seemed to confirm what was at stake.

From the alarm to the news reaching the ears of the Secretary General and the codes being forwarded to the strategic action units, not much time should have passed in an event such as that which took place on September 26, 1983. Any hesitation would have reduced the possibility of a counterattack. It was a matter of minutes. However, Stanislav somehow remained calm despite the roar of the alarm, the pulse that hit his head like a 20-megaton hammer, and the panic of his colleagues who demanded that he stick to the procedure. Which he violated and made a completely rational decision that five missiles were too few for a general attack. He decided that it was a system error and not a real attack. Although theoretically there was a safety mechanism for launching missiles that provided for confirmation of the attack from another source, no one knows what would have happened if he had acted as the rules required.

And no one would have known even if paranoia had prevailed, reinforced by the upcoming NATO military exercises in West Germany that would begin within a few days of the false alarm at the satellite center, and which would also include a simulated...first nuclear attack on the Warsaw Pact forces. Of course, they knew about that exercise in the East. And their basic assumption was that the attack would come under the guise of maneuvers. This event was classified as a military secret that only became public after the end of the Cold War and the collapse of the Eastern Bloc. Both during Bolshevism and during "democracy" Stanislav was promised awards and recognition, hills and valleys. Of course, more cynical readers already sense what he received as a reward. There were neither palaces nor yachts, not even orders, nor was a school named after Petrov.

Those amenities in life are reserved for other people. Not for those who save the world in real life, but for those who do it on film. Not for those who contribute to a better quality of the experience called life but for those who deny it.

Which brings us back to the opening sentence and the announced Petrov-Rooney duel. The man who is why we are all here and doing what we do with our lives has no chance against the semi-retarded Wayne who earns more money per week than Stanislav will ever see in his entire life. A dingy apartment in a Moscow suburb and a pension that cannot keep Petrov alive.  

I have nothing against Wayne and his ilk, I'm just using him as a symbol. He could be a random basketball player, handball player, rugby player, volleyball player, tennis player...whose highest career achievement, which will be paid as if it were worth its weight in gold and over which there will be orgasmic contractions of generations of people...millions of people...is that he passed some kind of leather ball between three beams or through a metal hoop. Nothing more, nothing less.

And one would say that at the very least they saved the world or something similar, given all that noise around.

Does the comparison seem unreal? Maybe.

Or maybe it's just a testament to the maturity of a generation. A biological species. A global culture. A civilization saved only to continue blindly moving towards self-destruction.

(Roger Mortis 024)