As the gloom gathers and the follies(?) of international power politics, and the disinterest of the ruling class (everywhere) to protect life and this living planet steer us towards the lip of oblivion, the saddest phenomenon for me is seeing how even the better, most promising, more insightful, formerly courageous and sane of political commentators rush towards the ignis-fatuus of cheap celebrity and irresponsible (even to the point of endangering life) contrarianism. This phenomenon reminds me of how Noam Chomsky described the false-prophets of the Hebrew Bible as being those who merely babbled solemnities in support of whatever the king was up to. In present context, there’ may be no kings, but there are various factions of vulgar power squabbling, and cohorts of would be prophet(eers) stapling their egos to the surge and counter-surge of popular trends. Plastic-cultural trends and sometimes devastatingly hurtful conflicts such as those between woke/anti-woke, trad/futurist, national identitarian/nihilist etc. All the shallow, misleading - and unnecessary -dross of pretence. All foo-fires in a perilous marsh. But I’m not a
Those born of woman who believe themselves to embody a greatness overshadowing others of the same origin are in for a very rude awakening.