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The Secretary of IIA
A Los Angeles Times OpEd today says: "It’s propaganda time"
A permanent leadership is needed in the form of a new Cabinet department that can knock together heads to force integrated influence activities — a Ministry of Propaganda, if you will.
If you want a total war, this is certainly one element you need.
I am coming to see belief in the lies as close to religious.
As an atheist, I nevertheless have much sympathy and understanding for religious belief. I see it as a personal construct based on pure faith – a way to find and grasp love, care (and thus morality) in the abstract, that which is outside and inside of us, the indefinable.
Fine. I can relate to that.
But Saddam’s wmd, the 9/11 catastrophe, the crazy invasion, and all the rest, concern facts on the ground. Facts, moreover, that are today readily available… rationality, pragmaticism, empiricism, should hold sway, particularly in Anglo-American culture. But no; the lies are believed, by enough people for them to constitute a ‘standard’ – The Ministry of Truth does its job well. That’s the frightening thing – not the lies themselves.
I travelled in Poland, Romania, Yugoslavia, Bulgaria before the fall of the wall (85 – 89). I did not meet one single person who thought that their Gvmt. was telling them the truth, that their Gvmt. was righteous, was on the right track, or was handling things well.
Yes, I did meet party cadres. They were apologetic, embarassed; or bored and angry; or told me they were double agents and offered me vodka; or explained in great detail how the various crazy rules meshed into each other… Now, all these attitudes were perhaps adjusted to suit the foreign visitor. Actualised for me, they existed nonetheless; they were part of the repertoire, part of the possible, part of reality.
Some intellectuals pointed to achievements of the Communist regimes – highly articulate and educated, they tended towards historical sweeps – e.g. starting with the Romanovs, as they figured I’d at least have heard of them! One die-hard Marxist made subtle arguments, creating odd bridges betwen theory and daily life; I cannot remember the content, only the smoke filled room, the shouting waiters, the drinks… but apologia it was not. This was the lofty view of the universal plight of mankind, material for a weighty book. Stumbling into the dawn, nothing was resolved, but people could embrace and say: hope for better days.
Fin de règne was palpable in the dusty streets, sweating walls, the defeated mien of American Communists, installed in a three-room flat; the furious women, furtive smokers, stoned cab-drivers, spitting, swearing, party flunky…All had big mouths and a lot to say.
I’ll be in the US on 24 Dec. I have been asked not to ‘talk politics’ and no doubt will have to quietly leave while some part of the company says a prayer for the troops, or for Bush, or ..
College graduates! Well paid engineers! ..
There is a lot left to understand…
Posted by: Noisette | Dec 3 2005 21:31 utc | 20
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