The danger of immediate annihilation between the once great powers is now only a dull remembered bludgeoning. Perpetual war has come home to rest as perpetual un and underemployment and the struggle for subsistence under the auspices of the agenda of the New Right.
Subtly inforcing a monomaniacal vision of the Market Rules O.K...A lie that perpetuates a strangulation of real change...
The insane of greed being the primary encouragement and reason to be.
As international capital re-configures itself into newly defined power blocks, the left flounders in local struggles unable to grapple away the descriptive and prescriptive power of the agenda and its thoroughly media pedaled persuasiveness.
Progress as nothing more than technological gimcrackeries of one sort or another.
Reason as no more than the instruction for applications.
The psyche as a mechanism to be conditioned to proper functionings within the technological state.
A kind of slavery to productive efficiency to a machine that rotates upon the same spot...without thought...
The central application is the confinement of the imagination and the suppression and perversion of the drive to ecstasy.
World as war machine.
The production of speed and the white spinclatter of political patch work.
The technological adventure personified as the goal of control and advantage.
Control over the space of the earth and
advantage over Time itself. Virilio is correct: All of us are already
civilian soldiers.
We don't recognize the
militarized part of (our) identity, of (our)
consciousness."
And anyway, what is so dangerous about the Mohawks, about the sovereignty claims of the First Nations? Virilio states that the war machine is the crystallization of science as the language of power, of the depletion of the energies of society, and their draining away into the war machine. Maybe this is what is so threatening about the struggles of the First Nations. It violates and refuses the genetic logic of the technological dynamo." Arthur Kroker, The Possessed Individual.
The disappearance of place replaced by the simulations of the screen. The eternalizing heaven of the simulacrum.
Total war as the creation of the total work of art. The punks were right, there is no future though there is a repeat broadcast. Sanitized and aesthetically pure and unadulterated perfect kills.
On target.
Already available the Gulf War as a interactive video game. Television feeding puerile fascination with the technical wonder of the machinations of destruction,
While withholding the smell of the corpses.
We become disembodied.
We watch from on far. Much like the interest one may have in hockey cards: the statistics, diagrams, and witty authoritarian monologues of our power to examine at our leisure
- war as spectator sport -
We of the industrial world the powerful gods who can rain destruction from the comfort of our Eze boy chairs.
The joy stick of the western democracies Has become encrusted with the blood of its wonderful freedom From responsibilities. Everyone, everyone plays and someone else pays.
Read >Virilio<.