Feeling Imperatorial

Today I found in my letterbox a large envelope sent by the municipal administration. It contained a red envelope, a blue envelope, and three pre-printed forms.
One is a Merkblatt, an instructions leaflet, that explains detailed what I have to do. The second is a long leporello listing forty political parties or groups of people, who want to become members of the European Parliament., while the third is the official Wahlschein, already provided with the official Dienstsiegel of the municipality. This is not “just a stamp”, but the imprint of the official Siegel / seal or sigil, what makes it an official document. It needs additionally my handwritten signature to become fully effective.
Isn’t it fascinating that we still today, in the middle of the digital age, need to sign papers with our own hands to make them legally working ?
In medieval times kings and emperors sometimes had graphic representations of their names at the end of important contracts, charters etc. and it was enough when the man made a scratch with the pen – mostly likely the quill – somewhere : Then he had it signed manu propria, with his own hand, regardless of the fact whether he could write or not.
I, of course, will put there my whole name, by my own hand, in all its grandeur, with a biro.

As already mentioned, the leporello (roughly 95 cm long, so a little short of one meter) lists forty groups of people, who want to become members of the EP (Ger., Eng.).
There are the usual suspects, as the conservatives, the social democrats, the greens, the (so called) liberals, all traditional German mainstream parties. A Bavarian speciality are the “Freie Wähler” and the “Bayernpartei” – that makes six.
At the far right we find old Nazis, new Nazis (twice), and the fascists who camouflage as bourgoise party – makes four. On the left we have old communists, a Marxist-Leninist party (true survivors !), socialists, and the leading left party – adds another four. Then we have a so-called “fun”-party run by a group of satirists, they already have a seat in the EP (!).
The other 25 parties or groups stand for more or less specific interests, like feminists, ecology & animal rights (at least another eight groups), the interests of older people (“Die Grauen”, the Greys, hopefully not from outer space), humanists, common happiness etc. Some seem to be a bit cloudy. I vaguely remember that somewhere in the East (Slovakia ?) a beer-party gained success.
Because it is time consuming (& a bit boring) to work through all the groups’ manifestos, programs etc. I used the “Wahl-O-Mat” of the trusted Bundeszentrale für politische Bildung to help me form my decision.
Now you may be witness to the historical moment, when mago “makes his cross”, sein Kreuzlein macht, and the official document signs – ah, well done : What a signature ! What a cross !
Now my voice is heard, even when it’s just a lousy “Piep”.
The leporello goes into the blue envelope (seal up – slurp ? ; ; ! bah, tastes like paste. Obviously because it is paste). Then the blue envelope goes together with the official Wahlschein (signed !) into the red envelope (not again, gargl …), and the red one goes into the mail, no stamp required.
The deed is done, the sovereign spoke.
On this day, 74 years ago, the Second World War ended. Seventy years ago the Parlamentarische Rat (Ger., Eng.) accepted the Grundgesetz für die Bundesrepublik Deutschland (Ger., Eng., pdf). There is no way back, not for the commies, not for the nazis.
No more war, that’s what the Union is all about, NATO too. All this is the result of the damn bloody twentieth century. One can only hope, and pray, that the dams hold against the waves of abysmal stupidity..

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.

*

*

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