Saturday, April 14, 2018


Children Must Not Know or Remember
By © Anton Vendamencsh, 2017

Chapter 15/ On The Prophecy of Armageddon

When violence reaches the point where it can be opposed only with surrender, the victor’s march follows a route much like that of the United States of America: no matter how many crimes its leaders commit against foreign people and its own, the leaders predict that following death, they all will find themselves in a land of unconditional love. Please, no more questions about neo-liberalist rape of the Earth. Our export of ‘democracy’ is fully justified. ‘America first’ is best not only for America, but People everywhere.

The victims of violence have only chaos left to trust.

Though Harvard Divinity School gives no confirmation to the above, its silence on the matter confirms its general agreement with the conclusion. Since the time when one of Harvard trained brain surgeons came back from an nde experience with the conclusion that indeed death is followed by unending bliss and rapture, he has met with no contradiction from Harvard divines. Contradiction to the contraary, the world at large is let know that Harvard—if not necessarily God—is with blissed America first.

Accompanied by military drum rolls, the victor compromises decency and sings with consummate artistry any number of tear jerkers, such s ”God Bless Latvija”, ” Deutcshland uber alles”, ”Imagine’’, or ”Star spangled banner”. What is the dynamic that encourages such sacriledge? The answer is long winded, but worth a try.

The reader ought be familiar with this author’s thesis (On The Origin of Populist Kings, EC630-EC641) that God does not come to Earth from Heaven, but that He or She arises out of the human need to hold together as a community:because only as a community can humans survive. In order for one to gain power of persuasiveness that bonds, one needs great charisma. There is no human or divine being who has such charisma except through the assistance of Death. Death humbles all—even God. In effect, the notion of God arises from a communal need and a human being willing to sacrifice his or her life to enable the community to survive.

After the King makes his sacrifice, the community of conflicting individual interests is shamed into lerning selfs-denial. The community persuades itself to bear a sacriice. It tells itself something like the following: ”If he or she can sacrifice his-her life for our sake, why is it that I/we cannot control our anger when our neighbor comes to our house not along the trodden path, but through our rose garden?”

It is, thus, through the assistance of a big and little death that the successor of a Sacrificial King gains (on condition that he-she will follow suit) the authority to become a judge, both, to declare laws and punish those who refuse to respect them. This is illustrated by the story known as Judgment of King Solomon. The King offers to cut a baby in half if its true mother fails to reveal herself. Such a judgment and verdict is not of a human, but of one who is thought of as a God. While Solomon’s judgment may not always be right, the fact that at the end of his term he pays for his mistakes with his life is sufficient to calm those who took the brunt of mistaken decisions.

The earliest need for God arrived when human beings separated from their nearest cousins, the chimpanzees about 5 million years ago. Though a study of genes does not tell us if homo sapiens of that long ago posessed consciousness of the same kind as we in our own time, one may presume that consciousness was present  at least to the extent that individuals could identify themselves as an ”I” that separated them from other entities. I am reminded of a time when during an air raid in 1944, when I was eleven years old, though awake enough to be standing in bed, mother had to slap me awake to get me to put on my shoes so we could run for the basement. I remember taking mother’s hand, picking out her index finger, and after examening it carefully, handing it back to her with the words: ”It is yours”. In other words, I knew that that finger was not mine and that mother and I were two separate beings. The word ‘yours’ confirmed my ‘I’, which again confirmed me as a being with a body, which God’s ”I am” does not confirm.

With increasing awareness of body came the development of language and an increase in vocabulary. It may be that parallel to rising self-awareness came loss of body hair and development of dress. After learning to distinguish by name a linden tree from a pine tree, it necessarily occured to the universal ‘me’ to wonder in what way ‘I’ was different from other objects like ‘me’. Seeing myself as furry as my furry neighbors most likely encouraged me to hide my likeness to others with some decoration that made me look different—be it by wearing the skin of an animal, a bird, a hat like the head of a fish, or body paint. A fig leaf over female genitalia was an early form of the burka. A fig leaf (or penis sheath) over the genitals of men was ordered by the Sacred King, who—during his lifetime—was the father of all the children in the kingdom. Of course, a kingdom then did not have borders, but extended as far as the charismatic sway of a particular King. For this reason, early warfare was of a defensive nature, and was often decided by a wresling match  between two strong men.

The idea that God came out of the sky to visit and impregnated Mary, the wife of Joseph, is not as unique as Catholic Christian theology makes it out to be. Joseph was but Mary’s keeper. In return for Mary petting his cojones, Joseph gave her and her children room and board. This was a form of taxation ordered by the Father of All, the Sacred King. If we refuse to lock up our brain by the written word, the most likely father of Jesus was John the Baptist, the Man-God of the Desert. Old man Joseph was his uncle. And it is not that Salome danced for John in the court of Herod on the behest of Herod’s wife, but that Salome met John in the desert, where Herod had cut the palm trees so his rival had no place to hide, and he could more easily slay the King-God of the Wood, who Salome was bound by tradition to come tempt to sire her with child.

In short, Herod did not cut off John’s head before Salome had roused him to copulate with her. This is why in real life Magdalene is the sister of Jesus and why Michelangelo, ever smarter than the establishment and ready to pull the beard of cardinal and pope, portrayed her as such in his sculpture, the Pieta.

From such revised storylines, it becomes obvious that while it is possible for a community to turn a man into God through that man’s willingness to sacrifice himself for the sake of his community, it is not a sure thing that the creation of God-King will confirm the existence of God in Heaven or Quantum. The self-sacrifice of a King does, however, create faith that indeed God may exist. For why should Nature create consciousness just to create fools who believe that life is matter come to an end-all?

The notion that God is not cannot be denied. Even so, faith in God is justified, because it is more than evident that Atheism is a vandal virus that leaves in its wake a visibly destructive path, a trail of death.

May we remember that every one of us is born with faith that a mother and milk awaits us. Our ‘primitive’ ancestors knew this; our Atheists do not.

the brunt of mistaken decisions https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irxwVjytrbM

Saturday, April 7, 2018


Children Must Not Know or Remember
By © Anton Vendamencsh, 2017

Chapter 14/ In The Wake Of Overt Violence 7

In order to destroy a community, the first victims of the enemy and war are women. The invading forces simply come into your farmyard*, separate men from women, tell the women to go into the house and take the men behind the cowshed where they are made to stand up to their ankles in a pile of cowshit. Once the separation of the sexes is complete, the invaders take turns visiting the women and sitting them onto the table and introducint them to Prick, John, or George. After receiving notice that the men may be shot if they scream or shout, the women open their legs and remain silent as community destroying sperm invades their vaginas. If it happens to be the right time of the month, the child born of rape will displace a family’s eldest son from his inheritance or, if the mother never tells that she has been raped, will become the next king not only of some strange new kingdom, but a new age. In fact, a raped woman’s silence may turn rape into an act of God, as the Catholic version of the birth of Christ tells it**.

*Of course, in the city the ‘farmyard’ is replaced with a window sill in a hallway or stairwell.

**If we care to expose the Christian story of Joseph and Mary to analysis by the pareidolic process, we are likely to discover that the story contains a number of ideas meant to make certain unpalatabl ideas acceptable. For example, it makes sense that a man or God born of rape dies in no less humiliating circumstances than his creation—by crucifixion, whih is described not as an act of self-sacrifice (which the office of King was originally meant to present governmnt as being; see the story of Odin ***), but as an act of rape of Soul. Not surprisingly, the New Testament presents the followers of Jesus as a flock of sheep, while He/Jesus is presented as the the biggest Sheep of them all. Said to be God of Love, Jesus surrenders to injustice and is incapable of protecting the two woodsmen unjustly accused of being thieves. While the New Testament (written by government sponsored Inquisition committees) speaks of love, it also presents government and taxation as inevitable and must be accepted Eleventh and Twelvth Commandments. The latter demand no self-sacrifice from anyone in government, but from everyone (all the sheep) who are not of government.


Needless to say, the other victims of war are the people of the community at large. They are raped in more unconventional ways. Here is one example:

After the fall of the Soviet Union (1989), the nations it occupied or supressed allegedly regained their freedom. One of these nations was the nation of my origin, Latvija. People cheered. In 1991 four people lost their lives opposing OMON, the special Soviet police, so called specnaz, sent to repress the uprising of what had been the geopolitical entity of the Soviet Union. The four victims were a token of the spirit that was said to hide among the rest of the freedom seekers. Believing the latter to be the truth, in the winter of that year I returned for a short visit. A few years later, I returned to stay.

Still, it was a kind of funny freedom. Former ‘communist’ bosses grew wealthy, while the people fell into poverty and petty thievery. It took a while to get my bearings, and understand that the ‘communist’ bosses had not disappeared, but were still bossing in the background. Ten hectares of forest, behind a piece of property that I bought, were cut down overnight ostensibly to benefit the local government, but the money never appeared in the coffers of the munisipality and an investigation was supressed.

While the secrets of the Soviet secret police were revealed in neighboring countries, in Latvija these were kept hid. The so-callesd ”Cheka Mailbags” (Čekas maisi) remain hid to this day. Any attempts to reveal their contents are blocked by the government or its proxies. Of course, there is no justification whatsoever for this, except it allows the post Soviet Latvijan government regime to remain in the hands of former KGB agents and their descendents.

As one anonymous informer writes (Diena internet site, 2018.03.27—my translation): ”Playing up ignorance is but an attempt to whitewash the communist takover. The chief culprit Anatoly [Gorbunovs—my addition] yelled one day [in 1991—my addition] that he would not let the nazis [Latvijans—my addition] raise their heads, even while on the following day he stood under the Latvijan flag and spoke of the people’s pain.

Indeed, the ”pain” of the Latvijan people has been talked up by the Latvijan regime to the point that the people see themselves primarily as the ‘victims’ of the Russians. Just like the Israelis (backed by the U.S. government) consider their voes to come from the Palestinians, so the Latvijans (backed by NATO) consider the Russians to be their Palestinian opressors.

27 years after the Latvijan Cheka (KGB) successfully took over the Post Soviet Latvijan government, the Cheka Mailbags remain under government wraps and numerous government officials (past and present) sully the nations’s reputation with impunity. NATO is the new and de facto occupation force of the country.

The blinders—that the refusal by women to admit having been raped—places over their men’s eyes also creates a blind society, even a blind civilization. This is the reason, we ought not be surprised that in America some women, raised to be ignorant, rape the minds of their sisters with misinformation, and are trying to get children to call their mothers by some other name. If such mental illness were to infect Europen mainland, it would mean the end of many European languages because they distinguish between genders from time immemorial. As a result, a linden tree which in Latvijan is feminine gender and a mail gendered oak tree would simply cease to exist.

On the other hand, a Latvijan folk tradition, which tells that robbing brides is an old wedding tradition, is not questioned. Anthropologists refuse to question the tradition in the name of another more recently concocted ‘tradition’. If nothing else, it proves our civilization is utterly relativist and of no foundation. To anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear, it ought to be self-evident that the mantra ”change is progress” reigns indiscriminately. No one has the eyes to see that City folk are clay colored country folk repainted color blue.

Nevertheless, blue City folk continue to believe (as perfume ads prove) their true color is pink clay. A plain enough fact, no university teaches it, because it would cause city dwellers to acknowledge the city to be the domain less of humans than of of rapists, thieves, killers of Nature, and walking meat on steroids. The painter Pablo Picasso illustrated the point in his well known painting Guernica in which he makes the color blue look grey. The discerning will also note that art masks reality: technocrat Germans from the city fly over a countryside Basque town of 5000 inhabitants and try to annihilate it. A no lesser attempt of annihilation, this time of an image recognized as a reprezentation of horror, occurs when the United States orders the tapestry reproduction of the painting removed from the Security Council hall at the United Nations in New York so an American general can tell a lie more convincingly.

In spite of numerous organizations purporting to defend Nature and portraying their activities as heroic, none acknowledge the modern city to be—like Sodom and Gomorrah—a nest of desparate country mice trapped in a bureau draw chewing money for food and celebrating life as a pornographic party. For hundreds of years ‘enlightened’ city dwellers, become ‘dreamer’ city mice, have refused to acknowledge that Nature and country mice will not be superceded by the City no matter how high its skyscrapers rise or how many heads of its young it has to chew off*.

*This scene of horror was reenacted for me when as a child I brought home from the field a nest of mice just born. I placed the nest in my draw and left it with a grown mouse that I believed to be their mother. When I next opened the draw, the heads of all the young had been chewed off. Perhaps instead of being savage, the mice acted out o a sense of entrapment and tried to save their unfortunate young.

When circumstances forced me, a city mouse, to become a country mouse, I was still child enough to adapt to the country’s ways without missing the city. In fact, I became very skeptical about the city when it became a convenient target for bombs and after I was ‘priviledged’ to watch Dresden burn from a hundred miles away. However, what stood me good in 1940 at the age of seven, differentiated me a great deal from my school mates in ‘displaced persons’ camps in1947, when at the age of fourteen, I discovered most of my classmates were the sons and daughters of city folk. While my life had been fragmented into many pieces and I had got used to adapting myself to the circumstances, my friends were committed to city life and had become indoctrinated with the idea that life was a matter of having a career. While my classmates readily conformed to classroom discipline and tried to avoid failure by getting high grades, I tended to be rebellious and did not fear to flunk a course.

The city vs nature diference is notable in the different languages spoken by their respective people. In the Latvijan language, for example, language as an epression of a forest and country people’s religion has been replaced by a vulgar city version. Because the city vs country difference was repressed from its beginnings by marauders (mal-ud=na-rod=men who fear to die)*, who sequestered themselves in forts or castles, it was not noticed that city building in the Middle Ages radically reoriented communication from song and poetry to speach and letters. Today song is mostly from the mouths of performers. Where is the congregation that sings with conviction anymore? As the poet W.B. Yeats noted: ”The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity”.

*I return to Grimm’s Law regarding consonant shift or drift. To Americans the law is most familiar in the story of how American Indians used to trap Japanese spies during WW2 by noting that the Japanese could not distinguish the consonant L from R in the English language. Grimm’s Law is widely applicable in many languages. For example, the Russian word narod (people, folk) has its equivalent in English ‘lud’,from which ‘ludite’, also the German Leute (people), the Latvijan lyaudis. Grimm’s law is also reflected in the mental phenomenon known as paraidolia., whereby two dots may come to be seen as eyes in a face, a branch in the distance may come to resemble a bird or animal, and a rock on Mars is seen as a coffin. Such an expandedphenomenon of Grimm’s Law may result in humankind transferring itself out of its Natural environment of the spoken word into a world of the written-word and City environment. Indeed, the Latvijan native religion (the ability to endear any noun or thing) has experinced a tsunamis like devolution into the vulgarity of publicē media.


tell a liemore convincingly https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jV5Ggfn9PYM

Saturday, March 31, 2018


Children Must Not Know or Remember
By © Anton Vendamencsh, 2017

Chapter 13/ In The Wake Of Overt Violence 6

Who but an idiot would claim that war is interesting and comes as a blessing?

But what if the idiot’s claim is not without foundation? What if only terror, death, and chaos are the only way that a civilization of conceit can extricate itself from a world of its creation? Of course, I have in mind a ‘civilization’ of the city that is no longer able to distinguish the difference between the realities of Nature and the artifice of the City. What if all the UFO sightings and meetings with Extra Terrestials are hallucinations of a mind caught up in a city? What if the city inhabitants have for too long carried their heads inside a box without holes in it for either sight or breathing? Is this not what the ‘intelligence’ of American college students illustrates?

Political anthropologist Pierre Clastres (see blog EC652) appears to be in support of such a claim on behalf of pain of war. Arguing that among so-called ‘primitives’ and people who lived before the written word, the ‘law’ of social behavior is inscribed by initiation rites for youth, Clastres puts in a good word for ‘tough love’. Initiation rites, sure to include pain to enhance memory, are—so argues Clastres—for the purpose of inscribing social law not only on the body of the individual, but also the body social. Writes Clastres (”Of Torture in Primitive Societies”, p 186): ”The law they come to know in pain is the law of primitive society, which says to everyone: You are worth no more than anyone else; you are worth no less than anyone else. The law, inscribed on bodies, expresses primitive society’s refusal to run the risk of division, the risk of power separate from society itself, a power that would escape its control. Primitive law, cruelly taught, is a prohibition of inequality that each person will remember....” (Italics by Clastres.)

My experience of the years 1939-1942 (when I was 6 to 9 years old) was not set up by a medicine man of the Brazilian Indians, but by extreme events emerging out of our own mentally sick civilization. The lesson the horrific events taught me (without necessarily my being conscious of it at the time) was: ”You are worth no more than anyone else; you are worth no less than anyone else.” The first time that I became conscious of the effect of the law was in 1958 at the age of 25, when my English profesor at Boston University, and I ran into each other at Kenmore Square in Boston. Said the profesor: ”You are a bright young man. Why are you dropping out? Why not finish college?” I remember my answer as clear as if I were to make it today: ”If I graduate, I will be locked into a career. I believe that I can educate myself by myself.” In effect, I was rejecting the imprint a sick society wished to make on me.

I was so convinced because war had already dropped me out of my family*; out of Latvijan society (a once upon a time communityreduced to insignificant numbers by its own government and thrown to ministerial dogs ministring to secularism); out of European society (to Americans postWW2 Europe meant flogging Hitler, praising Churchill, and supporting Zionist Israel); and at that point (in the middle of Kenmore Square, still only 25 years old) not fully understanding the reasons, but finding America of rather puffy substance, ready to leave that society. Still, circumstances* compelled me to remain in it. When some thirty years later (1990) my wife decided to divorce me, I discovered myself to be like a balloon without a string in a rootless America.**

*We arrived in America exausted, both, of inner spiritual and outer material resources. As for the latter, Emilia’s stepson, mentioned above, had managed to abscond with everyone’s inheritance, was deep-sea diving with Jacques Cousteau, and having under water caves named after himself.

**Because mother could not support her three children on her own, I was placed by our good intentioned sponsors as a kind of junior assistant in an orphanage. Though it was not so intended, it made me feel very much like an orphan, even stubornly so. Not surprisingly, my favorīte book in 1958 was Colin Wilson’s ”The Outsider”.

In any case, by 1959, ten years after arriving in America, it was clear to me that America was not the answer for my tomorrow.*

*Nevertheless, the decision to drop out of America [it was not only a matter of rejecting its educational institutions and Elvis Presley (click 10:30) oriented culture], exacted a toll. I was pursued thereafter by a recurring nightmare. The dream found me looking for a job and walking through long corridors to the unemployment office. At first, I was merely annoyed by the dream, then later realized that what it was telling me was that I was not of the world where ‘a job’ is the norm. I then realized that there is a world, where ‘a job’ is not the norm. Such a world existed in the world where I had begun my working day life as a cowherd at the age of nine. My aunt was not exploiting child labor or me, but was raising me into a world that had always been such.

After leaving (1958) Boston University (yes, I did take a course presented by Professor Howard Zinn), I went to work as an Emergency Ward clerk at the Massachusetts Eye and Ear Infirmary, then took a job as an order clerk at Hayden Stone brokerage firm, and then as a typesetter who wrote a weekly column at the Boston Ledger, a weekly Boston area newspaper. Because none of my jobs were demanding, I had time to give myself to reading, making acquaintance with the Boston area art world, and trying my hand at sculpture (though personally I remain fascinated with objects out of sight—a zig-zag object placed in a box or a log under water are good eamples—my favorīte sculptors are early Brancusi and Henry Moore in gypsum at the Ontario Museum, Toronto). In my mind I was living an waiting  life. This continued until my wife and I decided to move to the Washington, DC area.

It was then that I realized that in the context of a society born of Enlightenment, esconced on the shores of Chesapeake Bay pursuing world conquest on behalf of materialism, I had come to a dead end. I had little interest in Washington other than its Smithonian museums. Moreover, I was no longer young, had no job security, could not look forward to a pension that would take me other than to a cardboard box in the desert, and, in the end (today), be left to subsist in a God forsaken corner of the Latvijan countryside, where I justify my dharma as an occasional helpmate to those in need of medication, groceries, and like minutiae.

As the decade of the 1980s drew to a close in America, Providence came to my aid—again. Though atheists may call it a delusion, for those who have no career but are left to trust fate, it seemed like an event brough about by someone looking through the window from the outside in. The window and curtains had remained open just enough to let through a breeze fanned by events far removed from immediate ken.

The democratic cum demonic fascist State of the United States* had long ceased to be a self-sustaining domestic economy and has become an economy that makes its living through an externally expanding economy. The expansion goes by various names, such as ‘manifest destiny’, ‘exporting democracy’, ‘free trade’, ‘globalism’, and not least ‘exceptionalism’. A combination of plentiful resources (for a limited time) and Soviet failures (the last not least because of a failure to differentiate between countryside and cityside), had succeeded in undermining the Soviet Union, the government of which—in order to avoid another civil war, bloodshed, and uncertain chances of eventual recovery—disintegrated. The country of my origin, Latvija, was then proclaimed by its fascist sponsors to be emerging as a sovereign country again.

*The definitiion of ’Fascist State’ is incomplete in that it limits itself to a small State, such as Germany of Hitler’s time and definēs a nation as an aggressive entity toward its neighbors. However, a fascist State cannot be limited by size because in all cases it operates in the same manner: it fails to live within the means available on its own territory, wherefore it either seizes or lives off other territories. Nevertheless, America’s expansionist policies closely approximate Hitler’s drang nach Osten for more ‘Lebensraum’/ living space, which is to say, America has made the concept of ‘free market’ and ‘free trade’ synonyms of Lebensraum. The casualties among the civilizan populations of Libya, Iraq, Syria are no lesser atrocieties than those committed by the Germans against the East Europen and Russian civil populations during the Hitler era. Needless to say, this definition of ‘fascism’ includes the former Soviet Union, present day Russia and China, which is why I conceive the present state of the world as an undeclared federation of fratricidal fascist states.

In December of 1991, at the age of 58, still confused about the meaning of the word ‘fascist’, I returned to Riga and visited the Ergli countryside (1) (2), where in late summer of 1944 some 60,000 men died fighting over a neighborhood where I had once herded sheep and cows. Everyone was euphoric over the fall of the Soviet Empire. But no one asked the critical question: Why did the Soviet system fail? Did not the Latvians themselves support it—at its beginnings? The question was not allowed, because the answer had been formulated in the fascist West many years ago. It was only after several years of observing the presumed recovery that I realized that the ‘recovery’ was not happening, because former Soviet officials—having been encouraged by the West to become turn-coats—had seized the reigns of control of the nation (community) and were transferring the common good into private hands of former Soviet officials. One way the latter is accomplished is by saddling the population with a victim mentality: just like Israelis (backed by the US.) blame the Palestinians for their voes, so the Latvijan government (backed by NATO) has turned the Russians into the Palestinians of the victimized Latvijans. The victim mentality is most popular among the middle class.

In 1995, at the age of 62, I retired, and applied for my Social Securiy pension. When it was granted, I relocated myself to Latvija. From the perspective of political science, it was one of the better decision I ever made: it enabled me to confirm (in my own mind) the difference between the way human beings think when residents of the countryside and when residents of the city. While the first could not live without God, the second could not believe in God, wherefore it repeatedly met with itself at a Dead End, where it prepares for Armageddons of a great many varieties.