Albert Rossi Wrote:Certainly I agree with Fensterwald's assertion that a well-conceived intel op has multiple objectives, which may very well include the fostering of generalized confusion and a sense of impotence (please excuse the gendered metaphor).
Speaking of state-sponsored panic and confusion, I just got done watching that 3-part BBC piece from 1992 on Gladio. "La strategia della tensione" (the strategy of tension) is a phrase I remember hearing repeated quite often on Italian TV and in the press during the 1990s. Interesting that my wife (who missed the bomb in the Bologna station in 1980 by one day -- she had taken that same train the day before) says none of her acquaintances thought the Brigate Rosse responsible for Moro's assassination: it didn't make sense for the Left to kill their strongest advocate inside the DC. Sounds familiar. And of course, the BR didn't have the expertise or wherewithal to pull off an operation like that without help from infiltrators.
I think the Gladio template was used in the US intermittently during the Cold War, but has really become commonplace during the last 20 years. The ending of the Cold War was a crisis for the National Security State. I know - I was working in the defense industry at the time, and there was near-panic. If we don't have an enemy, how will we justify our existence? And the American people have been culturally conditioned since WWII to think in those terms. So, since the collapse of the USSR, there have been desperate attempts to find new enemies: Iraq, right-wing militias, religious extremists, Islamic terrorists, domestic terrorists, cyber-terrorists, you name it. And if you can't find real enemies, you need to create fake ones.
Quote:For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.
Thanks, Albert. You and Tracy have added some killer stuff to this thread (Bill Hicks, Tracy? :rocker.
At the great risk of beating the bones off a dead horse:
The frame is this "me" thing. I want to be safe and happy. I want pleasure in my life. I project these images in a search for security (and wtf is "security?" Another image?). My frame. Which is really your frame, too. All the frames are the same on the most basic level. The frame isn't different from conditioning. The frame IS conditioning. I am not different from conditioning. I AM conditioning. The frame is shattered, conditioning is shattered. "I" am shattered. Nothing.
The frame lives and interprets, but it never questions itself. We are all going to die, no matter what heaven we invent. No matter what "next life" we imagine. And we are so afraid of ending.
We take for granted all of this is natural, just,you know, life. But, is it? Or, is it that we are so conditioned to be afraid of the non, we cannot see the truth? No-thing, the non, just maybe, is the door that will lead us to what we long to touch. But, then there is no "me" to touch anything, to spin images around it. The grand paradox.
We are conditioned never to question the frame of self, the supposed and assumed reality of it. Maybe it is no-thing that unlocks all this. Which is the dissolution of self, the ending of the frame. Death.
I think these shocking events (the Kennedy murder, 9-11, assorted serial killers and such, wars and endless "terrorism") are purposely fed into the human system to keep the mind from the awakening of no-thing. But, it is here and seeping through the fabric of our consciousness.
Quote:Andre: You know, in the sexual act there's that moment of complete forgetting, which is so incredible. Then in the next moment you start to think about things: work on the play, what you've got to do tomorrow. I don't know if this is true of you, but I think it must be quite common. The world comes in quite fast. Now that again may be because we're afraid to stay in that place of forgetting, because that again is close to death. Like people who are afraid to go to sleep. In other words: you interrelate and you don't know what the next moment will bring, and to not know what the next moment will bring brings you closer to a perception of death!
You see, that's why I think that people have affairs. Well, I mean, you know, in the theater, if you get good reviews, you feel for a moment that you've got your hands on something. You know what I mean? I mean it's a good feeling. But then that feeling goes quite quickly. And once again you don't know quite what you should do next. What'll happen? Well, have an affair and up to a certain point you can really feel that you're on firm ground. You know, there's a sexual conquest to be made, there are different questions: does she enjoy the ears being nibbled, how intensely can you talk about Schopenhauer in some elegant French restaurant. Whatever nonsense it is. It's all, I think, to give you the semblance that there's firm earth.
Well, have a real relationship with a person that goes on for years, that's completely unpredictable. Then you've cut off all your ties to the land and you're sailing into the unknown, into uncharted seas. I mean, you know, people hold on to these images: father, mother, husband, wife, again for the same reason: 'cause they seem to provide some firm ground. But there's no wife there. What does that mean, a wife? A husband? A son? A baby holds your hands and then suddenly there's this huge man lifting you off the ground, and then he's gone. Where's that son?
Fin, baby. Promise. Phil's got me lined up with one of the Kardashians, and if I'm not there on time, they start without me.
Albert Rossi Wrote:I don't think we can really enlist Wallace Stevens into the ranks of Deep Political Thought, but I couldn't resist the temptation to drop this text into our reflections on no-thing.
From Synopizing Sibel Edmonds: The Operation of Gladio Part One:
So who do I hold ultimately responsible for this hydra-headed monstrosity? That would be Allen Dulles. The whole exercise that became known as Operation Gladio was "born in the head of Allen Dulles" and was financed by the CIA. For those who are familiar with the political world that author Peter Dale Scott describes as "Deep Politics", this puts Dulles squarely in the nexus of two of the biggest "deep events" in American history. Scott defines a deep event as "events, like the JFK assassination, the Watergate break-in, or 9/11, which violate the … social structure, have a major impact on … society, repeatedly involve law-breaking or violence, and in many cases proceed from an unknown dark force." Dulles has long been suspected of involvement in the assassination of JFK, or at least covering up CIA involvement through his position on the Warren Commission. Though Dulles died in 1969, long before the events of 9/11, by being the architect of Operation Gladio, his influence is all over that conspiracy as well.
Andre may have been heavily influenced by Woody Allen and Jonathan Winters sipping pharmaceutical methedrine and discussing eight hundred synthetic permutations of Isaac Asimov, Escape from New York.
Allen Dulles would have us believe on the day Vladimir Lenin was sealed into a Petrograd-bound train, that the U.S. diplomatic chief played tennis with buxom twins rather than take the call from the vanguard of history;
that in 1930, he saw no threat in the rise of Adolf Hitler and pushed ahead to secure the U.S. loan for Germany;
that in 1945 and until the 'sixties he was not complicit in the escape and survival of Hitler;
that in the month of November 1961, he did not begin intense collaboration with Hunt on a project reaching fruition in 1963 other than The Craft of Intelligence;
that he was not of the small group of the world's greatest liars mentioned by Angleton near death;
that in his remark, "that little Kennedy. . .he thought he was a god" he didn't imply that his clients were as close to omnipotence as mortals reach;
that his life, and the life of his intelligence monster would not perform the Gladio function, id est:
To create and operate the pinball reality of the common man
in such a way that the metal floor and glass ceiling,
the manic flippers and oscillating bumpers
the flashing lights and ringing bells
agitate and fibrillate the nerves
ripple the pond of the mind
roil the waters below and
the clouds above
Tension!
But, still. . . .
the powers will still the tides
preserve the people in their little
homes, sans roofs to leave unobstructed
the compound eye of the ARGUS drone
winking kindly on inmates
otherwise alone
Now come the Winston Smiths
Bradley Manning and Michael Hastings and Edward Snowden
Warning of the Wizard
who can't crush hydrogen into helium
but can keep the people from the cheap energy that little Kennedy desired
for only in the Limiting Frame does that wizard harness power
Albert Rossi Wrote:I don't think we can really enlist Wallace Stevens into the ranks of Deep Political Thought, but I couldn't resist the temptation to drop this text into our reflections on no-thing.
Be not so sure, my friend.
Hmmm...
Quote:Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
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