Avanti Dilettanti !

I fear this is a bit of a (not too coherent, but too long) rant, sorry about this.
But I do not understand anymore what happens in the UK and elsewhere. One may ask the British Parliament what one wants, the answer is always “no”.
Looking back on this “Brexit”-malarky there are two images that pop up in my head. One shows a big red bus with a slogan on its side, it may have been Farage’s tour bus, but I am really not in the mood to verify this. The slogan said (as I remember it, at least) that the UK could put gazillions of Pounds into the NHS per week after having left the EU. It was a lie back then, as it is still today.
The second picture is the one that shows the two groups of negotiators in one of the first meetings with the Brits on the left and an empty desk, while Barnier sat on the right side of the table armed with files, laptops etc. The Brits were grinning.
It started with a lie and was executed in a not too professional way.
At some point in the last week I had the impression that some MPs only lately understood that there is a topic of national importance on the table. But nevertheless particular interests ruled over the oh so holy national interest, nobody would dare to compromise. The result is a total mess.
And, more than that, it is a loss of face, it is damage to the Parliament that looks simply stupid, unable to do its job, a mere assembly of backstabbing, self-centered idiots. Some really seem to believe that another MP, preferably a man, could change the “deal”, the treaty that is on the table. Goodness.
In the end it can not be that a small island on the western end of the EU holds the whole Union hostage. It seems as if no one took it serious what was said by the EU from the start : There is no “raisin picking”, no a la carte menue. This treaty was reached in three years of painful and very nerve wrecking and demanding proceedings – take it or leave it. This terrible Trauerspiel can not drag on and on and on. The best thing would be a clean cut now with the UK leaving the EU for good in April this year.
You had your chance, you botched it.

What we see is the victory of fiction over facts from the start. A narrative of “greatness” won over critical assessment of what is and what could be.
And this is sadly what politics is today. It is about narratives not about facts.
The best example is right before our eyes : The Muller-report is in, sadly the by most people expected thunder-and-brimstone-happening took not place : Mr Barr sent a letter, and that was it.
Let’s face it : No one will read the “unredacted”, that is : uncensored (!), version of this report within the next few years. We know nothing about the parallel counter espionage investigation, and will never know.
Frankly I do not believe one word of Barr’s letter that basically says “Move on – nothing to see here !” Barr made clear before he was lifted into his actual position what he thinks about the whole Muller investigation, namely nothing – and, what is imho more important, in Barr’s world a sitting president can not be accused of something like “crimes” – oh no, the purest of the pure never can commit a crime. In Barr’s world the little fuehrer could actually stand on 5th Avenue and shoot people randomly, surely no crime, perhaps a little stress-related misbehaving, if so at all. Barr simply did his job, he kept the Donny clean.
Muller did what he had to do, he collected and verified facts, and reported what he found. He did not judge them. Barr did, based on his ideas and principles. But to my best knowledge, a secretary of justice, or whatever his correct title may be (“Justizminister” in German, tefloneur du chef in French), is no judge.

But the narrative of the “total acquittal” of the little fuehrer was already blared out when the letter was just in the post. The fiction is in the world, facts do not matter. And in this case, nobody knows the facts in full. With the notable exception of Mr Muller, who just turned around and went away. Very Roman, btw.
And all the little piglets sigh in relief and happily keep their snouts in the trough.
The Democrats are seemingly unable to fight this, the little fuehrer must feel invincible now. And so the train will rattle on through this year and through the next election campaign (that seemingly already started). I assume it will become really nasty.

Now let’s suppose for a moment that the opposition to the little fuehrer’s movement will get their act together, despite being let by two mummies. Let us assume they really find a way to get through the maze of lies, disinformation and outright propaganda that will fall from the sky and be bleated out of any “medium”. Let us assume there is a real chance that the Democrats win.
What will the little fuehrer do ?
Of course what he always does : Escalate. Escalate at any price. Yell “fraud”, “treason” – whatever. He can not accept to loose – and having less time in the White House than Obama. And there is still so many money to make.
At some point this whole thing will turn violent. Of course one needs not to be a seer to see this coming, but what frightens me is that it is a disaster “mit Ansage”. It is out in the open, nothing to hide, just trundling towards the abyss, sleep walking.
There are enough idiots who will happily don their silly “maga” caps, paint a swastika on their pathetic plywood shingles, and grab an automatic to fight for ‘Murca and “the Prez”.
The little fuehrer gives a shit (excuses) about victims – did he utter one word about the dead in NZ ? If so, I apologise, but I did not hear it. But he blabbed some days ago about “his friends” who will happily harass D/democrats.

This sad excuse for a man is rotten to the core, absolutely reckless, ready to do anything for his “success”. The damage he does inflict on the society as a whole is not yet assessable – and the chance to drag him out of the White House, preferably with a plastic fork (a nod to H.S.Th.), is gone.
But he likes the Boris.
Amerika den Amerikanern, Britannien den Briten.
Or in the words of unforgotten Crowley : Fac quod vult.
Now some fitting music.

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Thank you for your patience. Perhaps I should simply quit reading the news.

New Boring Book List

In no particular order, the books I have read since the last list. Maybe there is one or another title among them, You, venerated reader, may find interesting.

H.M. BATEMAN : Liebe auf den ersten Blick. Classische Cartoons. Herausgegeben und vorgestellt von Hans J. G. TRAXLER. Zürich, 1.-3. Tausend 1984
Mr BATEMAN (1887-1970) (Ger., Eng.) is surely well known among the English-speaking public, his cartoons are classics. According to Hans TRAXLER (Ger.), himself a well known and well regarded comical artist and editor of this little book, this is the first attempt to publish a selection of BATEMANs work in German for a German audience. TRAXLER wrote a little afterword, informative, pointing out some influence of Wilhelm BUSCH (1832-1908) (Ger., Eng.) on BATEMAN, and that’s it. Nice little book.

GRASSI, Ernesto : Kunst und Mythos. Vom Autor durchgesehene, revidierte und erweiterte Fassung, Frankfurt am Main 1. Auflage 1990 (suhrkamp Taschenbuch 1385) [zuerst : Hamburg 1957]
“Art and Myth” – sounds heavy. But GRASSI (1902-1991) (Ger., Eng.) “makes it” relatively easy. He develops his ideas, or better : the ideas of the classical philosophy about “art” – by asking, following the answers given by the original source texts closely, and all this in a clear and understandable language – no bling-bling, no verbiage. This short text, less than 150 printed pages in duodecimo, is worth a read and some thought.

MAI, Eugen : Geschichte der Stadt Freudenberg am Main. Freudenberg am Main 1908
Freudenberg (Ger., Eng.) is a town with less than four thousand inhabitants at the bank of the river Main. (The village I live in has around seven thousand inhabitants.) MAI (1877-1932) was born in Freudenberg, chose the ecelsisastical carrier, and became a parish priest on various stations in Lower Franconia. The book from 1908, with all its dents, dated sentiments, and some nasty jaundices was re-printed in the 1980s, simply because there was no newer and modern history of the town available. A leaflet addressing some of the criticisms (a very friendly text by the local school’s rector) is laid in.

WILDT, Dieter : Deutschland deine Sachsen. Eine respektlose Liebeserklärung. Hamburg 6. Auflage 1969
Someone who “loves” Saxons, with or without respect, must either be a Saxon her~ or himself, or have some “issues”. I could not find much about Mr WILDT or his issues. Born in 1928 he started in 1966 a series titled “Deutschland deine …” (“Germany your Prussians” was the first volume for heaven’s sake !) for the Hamburgian publishing house Hofmann & Campe. Whatever he may say about these “Saxonians”, it counts what Karl KRAUSS said : “The idea that Nietzsche mumbled in Saxonian …” What Mr WILDT can not be forgiven for is that he cheekily swipes all Thuringia and even – we get up from our seats – COBURG – you may sit down now – under the Saxonian cloak : COBURG was already a cultured dukedom when in Dresden the wild boar still roamed & ruled ; so no real change then …

BRIGGS, John ; PEAT, F. David : Die Entdeckung des Chaos. Eine Reise durch die Chaos-Theorie. Aus dem Amerikanischen von Carl CARIUS. Gütersloh (u.a.) 1990. Zuerst : Turbulent Mirror. An Illustrated Guide to Chaos Theory and the Science of Wholeness. NewYork 1989.
There is a strange attractor lurking in the phase space – I said it ! I still have a vague (at best) idea where the phase space really is, but I think I understood what the attractor does, could follow when things were detracted, and formed patterns. In fact it is a wild ride through all and everything on that Mr BRIGGS and Mr PEAT embark and sometimes I found it hard to follow. But alone the fact that I read this book – Me ! A mathematical barbarian, a scientific imbecile ! – that I “understood” at least parts, and in general read it in full, speaks either for its quality, or for its lack of sophistication that only suites it for the still childlike amongst its readers. John BRIGGS (Eng.) and F. David PEAT (1939-2017) (Ger., Eng.) are not unknown in the field of quantum physics and “holistic” approaches. Their text is now nearly thirty years old, this field of research seems to be pretty active, so it may be good to grab a more modern and up-to-date introduction, but nevertheless, only here I understood what a “stehende Welle”, a stationary wave, is, and why it is important.

100 Jahre “Kaminkehrer-Innung Unterfranken und Aschaffenburg” [.] 230 Jahre “Wirzburger Camin Fegere”. Würzburg 1985
This anonymous “Festschrift” is published in 1985 in celebration of the founding of the chimney sweeps’ guilt (“Innung”) in Lower Franconia, and at the same time to commemorate the publication of the Wurzburgian chimney sweep constitution in 1755. They had a festivity at the castle in July. As a “Festschrift” – they tried their best. No author wanted to sign. Well, they did their best, as usual.

ZIERER, Otto : Geschichte des Fernen Ostens. Zweiter Band : Mongolensturm. Von 650 bis 1550 nach Chr. Gütersloh ohne Jahr (Weltgeschichte, 34. Buch)
I have no clue where the other volumes of this “world history” are, and why of all things vol.34 depicting the story of the Mongolians is here. ZIERER (1909-1983) (Ger.) writes grippingly and allows himself some freedoms with the historical material. Now and then he puts in theatrical scenes he imagines. Far from being a scientific history this is vivid writing, a bit like Karl May trying to be serious. But I do NOT find it a pity that the other volumes are not here, I do not need a world history ad usum Delphini.

KILIAN, Ulrich ; ASCHEMEIER, Rainer : Das große Buch vom Licht. Darmstadt 2012
What is light ? Different times gave different answers to this seemingly simple question. This book tries to tell the story of “light” from the ancients to more advanced ideas about photons. “In unterhaltsamem Stil” – in enjoyable style, as they say on the back cover. I do not think so.
It is more – especially in the last third of the text – a pretty flippant language, just short of the author grabbing the reader’s shoulder and yelling “Yo buddy, it’s light !” I do not like this kind of approach. Not because of respect for the topic, but because of respect against me – the reader. I am not the author’s buddy, just because I was so dumb to spent money on this crap attitude. Besides this it’s informative, but of course terribly lektoriert / proofread, what means not at all. A shame. The only excuse for this waste of resources is that they needed the money, and fast.

HERDAN-ZUCKMAYER, Alice : Das Scheusal. Geschichte einer sonderbaren Erbschaft. Gütersloh 1972
Deserves an own post. Purportedly the story of an inheritance that comes with a dog – the “Scheusal” of the title. The translations my dictionary offers (“zombie”, “monster”, “beast”) do not hit. What it means can be found in GRIMMs Wörterbuch here. A Scheusal is something that creates Abscheu – revulsion, disgust, something in it makes people zurückscheuen, shy away. And there in this little word “shy” / scheu is the connection. From a Scheusal other creatures shy away, like the birds from the Vogelscheuche, like the terrified horses scheuen from that little creepy yapping dog …
This dog is ugly, old, blind, reeks of Chanel No 5, and is alcoholic. The story Frau HERDAN-ZUCKMAYER tells is about the dog, yes, but between 1938 and 1941 some other things happened to her and her family, and that damn dog too.

That’s it. Thank you for your patience.