Perhaps at first glance, one would think that dictators are an extremely perverse breed that, apart from harems, pedophilia, Swiss banks, high military ranks, bizarre uniforms and random infatuation, are also connoisseurs of any of the 459 registered paraphilias in the field of sexual psychology. If you associate that thought with their ultimate fetish, the holy grail of a dictatorial erection, you don't know them as a species.
At all.
From Mobutu Sese Seko, through Ferdinand Marcos to Fidel Castro.
From Leonid Brezhnev, Jean-Bedel Bokassa, Nicolae Ceausescu to Alfredo Stroessner.
Trujillo or Mubarak.
Everyone has the same wet dream. And that is - subjects who not only have no spine, but are constantly in love with the one who spreads their misery. Sterile cowards with high threshold of tolerance, where any kind of experience is received without objection. Passivity to the extent that it has been sung in centuries of tradition among such subjects, as a kind of virtue, skill or wisdom. The holy grail of dictatorship lies where power is truly treated by the subjects as a gift from heaven. These are subjects that are hard to find. Like a perfect woman for example.
But there is one place, hidden behind seven garbage containers and nine dump trucks, a mythical territory behind three counters and 99 bureaucrats, often talked about and enviously looked at by dictatorial eyes, the reason why that piece of land despite the fact that it has no oil, resources or sea or anything to which would be worth fighting for at first sight. And yet it has been the subject of fights and battles of various dictators, kings, emperors and princes for hundreds of years. A motive? In that place live the mythical subjects who will never, ever and under no circumstances rebel against the government. And if someone by chance, to the general horror and contrary to centuries old tradition, rebels, he will be quickly and efficiently eliminated even before the quietest rumor of the rebellion reaches the ears of the dictators.
Do you know which place it is?
It will not be Mauritania.
Maybe Haiti?
The Confederate States of America?
Republic of Rhodesia?
They lied to you that they were enslaving that territory because of some biblically ancient connotations.
Strategic locations and center of the world?
The Alshar Mine or the Lakes?
For the batshit insane & the renowned lunatic asylums?
That they enslaved it for material wealth and resources?
No.
For the sake of the subjects themselves. Now you know why the population of that territory was the target of various conquerors. Heaven, not earth. Because such subjects are not found anywhere else, at least not in this part of the solar system.
Exceptions?
There were. Few and far between and they did not find support among those for whose interest and freedom they fought. Their historical frequency is purely existent enough to irritate statisticians and historians. A few small stones in a bag of rice. And not only that, but they received regular bonuses in the form of betrayals and infighting, due to the fact that opportunism was a religion and myopic animalistic selfishness was a dogma.
That is why history must be changed as they did in the Ministry of Truth, where the hole of oblivion worked at full steam, as well as the printing presses. Every government brings a new history and writes it anew. To cover up the collective fail and give a new fix to the addicts of cheap illusions. If you still can't think of which place it is, you are the one living in such a place. The perfect subject for whom the date is some day and some month. But the year remains the same forever.
1984.
Welcome.
(Roger Mortis 008)
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