A Fascist Speaks

I have to control the situation, because there is no society anymore, its every man for himself. You ask me why I have to twist everything, why I have to interpret everything in self-serving fashion. Why shouldn’t I? Why should I give any ground to YOU?

You ask me why I smile at chaos and global devastation. You conjure up idiot visions of Satan. Chaos merely means the world is starting to agree with me…

You ask me why I disrespect you… I have taken on this burden of rebuilding society, which Fascism is a part of, and you sit there with your primitive notions of an “everybody loves everyone” happyworld, your idiocy, your know-nothing, and you then wonder why Fascism has to be IMPOSED on you. The road of the future is going to be paved right over you.

And still you drivel on. You’re afraid of me, and this fear only grows in the loneliness of your own empty vision. You have nothing to offer the world, and can only exist to oppose me, to stop my own creation. “We’ve stopped Hitler!” Congratulations… how many more of us can you stop?

Yes, I’m lonely. This loneliness will end when you’ve become subject to me, when your lives are happy again as the result of me. I will be your savior.

Pain? Pain is every element of rebirth, is it not? Your pain as the result of me proves my ascendence. The more pain you have, the more glory to me and ultimately to you. It is not cruelty that causes me to hurt you… its love.

I am so pleased. I see good men among you, but you ignore them. You’re only focused on me, so afraid, so eager for me to do something. I’m not even sure whether you want me to succeed or fail… perhaps you’re ambivalent. You speak words of resistance… do you only sometimes believe them?

Look at your heroes. “Conservative” men, men who express old-fashioned liberal values. Men who resist.

Resist away. Do what you will. With your empty vision however, even if I fall there will be others right behind me. Your resistance will be broken eventually.

Hitler… ha. Hitler was a silly man, full of little but fantasy and charisma. That he almost destroyed your world shows just how pathetic your world is.

Next time you may not be so lucky.

If any Koontz post deserved the time-koontz gif, this would be it.

I think he just admitted to being Hitler, Jesus, and Neo.

Basically, He’s Keanu Reaves. With a tiny mustache…

I think our little boy had his first beer.

Brian,

Sorry, I didn’t read the post, but after a glance let me tell you what may be the most important thing you’ll ever hear:

Nobody asked.

Thanks,

H.

I love this post. I’m going to masturbate to it. Nightly.

Well, that did it. I’m giving up the intarweb! Goodbye…

You find it easy to masturbate to [Koontz]?

You find it easy to masturbate to [Koontz]?[/quote]
Easy? Try necessary. Turnabout is fair play, after all.

I’m going to be honest with you: I’m not a fan of this new “X Speaks” wave of Koontz threads. Is Koontz past his prime? Will he ever again produce a masterpiece on the order of Paradigm?

I’m beginning to have my doubts.

The really disappointing thing about the fascism of our times is that it turns its back on the potential of fascism to – if nothing else – be really, really cool. Instead we get half-hearted reactionaries frightened of gangs, who wear business suits and never speak extemporaneously if they can help it. Sixty years after his death, people still find Hitler fascinating. Sixty years from now, it’ll probably still be Hitler, because modern Fascism’s leading lights are Milquetoasts whose principal idea is that more cops equals more safety.

It’s depressing! I hope somewhere out there in a tiny country nobody’s heard too much about, some brave dictator is keeping old-school fascism alive.

Turkmenbashi, assuming he doesn’t hold elections in 2010 as he recently promised (don’t worry, he won’t).

Turkmenbashi, assuming he doesn’t hold elections in 2010 as he recently promised (don’t worry, he won’t).[/quote]

He’s not quite old-school. He’s kind of old-school-fascism mixed with just wild goofiness. But he’s about as close as we’re going to get, these days :/.

I don’t have any confidence in any variant of fascism that I can conceive of. I suspect that it will take a new model to go up against democracy.

One of the problems I see with fascism is that it spends too much time thinking about “the people” and not enough time thinking about what’s best. Fascism spends more time thinking about the people than democracy does, because it needs to manipulate the people to implement its policies. Once its made the people submissive it then seeks to keep them there… perpetuating its own existence. Its a sick kind of system.

What we need is a flexible means of expressing power… where anyone can emerge based on their contribution and be rewarded fairly for that contribution. This is not dissimilar to the theory of democracy, but democracy has restraints in place that prevent someone (regardless of fair reward) from getting “too much power”. Its this restraint that lies at the heart of the vulnerability of democracy. Fascism, after all, glorifies the unrestrained individual… glorifies the uninihibited power of the individual as expressed in cruelty and pain and goddom.

The United States gets around the restraint with Capitalism, but Capitalism has more than its share of unfairness, and nowadays has plenty of restraints of its own.

What I hope the future will bring is an exploration of the reasons behind the restraints placed on democracy, and finally uncovering a solution that will remove those restraints.

Democracy does not trust power. Fascism places ALL of its trust in power. I’m not satisfied with either system. We need more knowledge, more wisdom, and we’ll create something better.

Understand that Fascism is a COMPLAINT against Democracy… its not an enlightened form of anything.

[u]DESTRUCITY!![/u]

Rightcklick, save as. Thanks.

Angie wins.

Why must I post banal soliloquies? You ask me why I have to jump from topic to topic without proper transitions, why I have to interpret everything as an existential crisis. Where are my cigarettes? Has anyone finished Soul Calibur 3’s strategy mode?

You ask me why post auctions of erotic pottery. You summon forth the spectre of J. Danforth Quayle. NC-17 films on the arthouse circuit merely means the world is starting to agree with me…

You ask me why I touch myself when I think about ducks… I have taken on this burden of eroticising the Midwest, which Pretzel stands are a part of, and you sit there with your standoffish claims that “everybody knows I have Down’s Syndrome” specialolympics, my turn to push the button, your donkey-fondling, and you then wonder why Dance Dance Revolution has to be IMPOSED on you. The Quad City DJ’s can claim the name, they’ve got a brand new dance come on and ride that train.

And still you resist my Duke’s of Hazzard slash fiction. You’re afraid of a reemergence of Beanie Baby collecting, and this fear only grows in the gelatin like emotional morass of your failure to appreciate my Oscar Wilde quotes. You have nothing to offer in trade for One Red Paperclip, and can only exist to grind your shit on the dance floor, to do a freelance for the funk. “You can’t stop the Shining!” Salivations… It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold us Back.

Yes, I have considered paying for access to a porn site. This subscription will end within twenty-four hours and recur at the monthly rate of $39.99 until cancelled. Young MC wrote Tone Loc’s hit, “Wild Thing.”

Pain? Clubber Lang predicts pain, does he not? Your pain as the result of a urinary tract infection proves you need to drink more cranberry juice, which is made in my area. The more pain you have, the more cranberry juice you should probably be drinking. If it doesn’t clear up after a couple of days, I would call a doctor…Dr. Love.

I am soapy. I see a few good men among you, but you cannot handle the truth, they are soapy too. You’re only focused on my third nipple, you did not notice Maurice Sendak wrote other books. I’m not even sure whether cutting the mustard is something you want me to do… I prefer squeezable. You speak words of resistance… if I was in a frat, would that make it hotter?

Your shoelace is untied. “Conservative” men, men who have hands bigger than their faces and cancer. Someone wrote gullible on the ceilling.

Dance the Night Away. Do what thou wilt. With that phrase, you can identify most people who were dorks in high school. Your french braids hold well, but she will quit the volleyball team eventually.

Villachez… ha. Villachez was a silly man, little but full of but fantasy and charisma. That the show went to shit when he left shows just how pathetic your world is.

Next time, wear something red.

“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you’re getting this down.”