The Lizards exercise their power at the top of the global fascist pyramid through their lackeys in the second tier:
- the Puppets, the elected officials in all the Potemkin "democracies" that retain the appearance of the old global order of previously sovereign nation-states. The vestiges of democracy left from the old global system also mean, however, that there are still a few Puppets whose strings aren't fully under the Lizards' control--although what Illinois Senator Dick Durbin said of Congress can generally be said of all the world's elected bodies: "The banks own the place";
- and the Serpents, the corporate functionaries who administer the policies set by the Lizards. The Serpent class can range from discardable CEOs like Don Blankenship, formerly of formerly Massey Energy (the Empire does a lot of shape-shifting), to the nests of corporate lobbyists writhing and slithering within the marble walls of every single one of the world's domed capitols.
With this view of the world, the left/right Puppet show that is the major topic of most of the world's political discourse, "democracy" is an illusion--not only in the corporate propaganda systems that are the Empire's primary means of social control, but even on the independent websites where partisans gather to analyze the world's woes, peering through the lenses of their own biased world views.
The Lizards know that Clausewitz had the right idea: all politics is war by other means. And their first rule of operation is to keep their enemy--the world's people, whose God-given wealth the Lizards are mostly hoarding for themselves--as divided as possible into warring camps. The contemporary United States, blasting its way into a sixth decade of culture war, is their greatest success story. Plenty of fast-food bread and a laughingstock political circus to keep the populace sated, amused and unconscious.
So it was from within this mytho-political context that I listened to the conversation of my (for the moment, anyway) fellow Tea Partiers.
They were, like most gatherings of unrelated people for an ideological event in America, a cross-section of types, from the sweet older couple who had invited me here in the first place to help them stop abortion, to the burly bearded redheaded Celt, whose appearance bespoke libertarian pothead to the core. We all have our little divisions.
The crowd was in earnest discussion of what would follow their officially non-partisan effort to elect a Republican in this year's special election for West Virginia governor (a confusing subject in itself, as you can imagine), because the only thing they seemed capable of imagining as a political activity was electing officially non-partisan Republicans like themselves. (There were also things discussed involving intra-Tea Party dynamics that the podium guy asked us not to discuss publically, so I won't--but I have to say it seemed like an odd request to an audience with a guy with a big silver peace sign hanging from his ear in the second row.)
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