Of Roberto Pecchioli

Source: Heretically
The humanity of the terminal West has found its destiny, become the zoo of Babylon. A fake environment, a theme park, a lush cage where animals are prisoners in a fake forest, deprived of their natural dignity to be exposed to the amazed gaze of a paying crowd moving along established routes, between kiosks, refreshment points and gadgets. The difference with the wild animal zoo is that we become spectators of ourselves. The culture that discovered the concept of person dies for having enthusiastically accepted the zootechnical fate. From primacy over nature, from the certainty of having had the gift of reason and self-awareness to the sad future of a zoological species. Intelligent farmed beasts without the innocence of the animal, This is what we are reduced to.
Alexis de Tocqueville imagined that the idea of ​​equality would be taken to its extreme consequences, combined with the mirage of unlimited freedom, it would have eradicated every other aspiration from the human heart. Almost two centuries after the intuitions of the Norman count, the journey is complete. Freedom has been exchanged for liberation, then with desire, finally with a whim, assumed the postulate of equality as an indisputable value, Western man has set out on the most dangerous path, become a highway with no exits, that of an all-out fight against nature, its laws, its limits. He built a society of disintegration, an oxymoron of which we are witnesses, mostly unaware of the fate of mutants. In recent days Belgium, land that houses the institutions of the European Union in that Berlaymont building built on the model of the Tower of Babylon, he saw an obscene anti-nature fair, the technical market exhibition, of the tools and companies active in the procreation/production of children destined for homo-parental families, as one must say with bureaucratic euphemism. The exhibition poster, equipped with all the stamps and trappings of current legality, represents the happy image (gay…) of a couple of elderly homosexuals holding each other close to their chests (writing breast is offensive to the beautiful, classic maternal image) a smiling little blond doll. A perfect image of the "last men" of Nietzschean memory, coherent outcome of the vaulting of European civilization on the tightrope between the Overman and the precipice.
It becomes a market of life, it is denied to the children of a stormy present, destined for a future of civil and moral desert, the natural right to enter life accompanied by a mother and a father in the impressive silence of the feminists, who should loudly protest the exploitation of poor women, reduced to broodmares, providers and tenants of the uterus or ovum, delay in denying the biological nature of motherhood by babbling about heteropatriarchy and the role assigned by the evil heterosexual white male, finally defeated. Observe Claudio Risé in a dramatic passage, philosopher but first and foremost psychotherapist: “Father and mother disappear, now seen by law exclusively as suppliers of the respective biological materials, erasing their respective parental figures. Dad and mom are being replaced by markets for male and female genetic and reproductive products, provided by the poorest levels of the population and by specialized laboratories ". It's all perfectly legal, indeed it is declared just and progressive. Any exceptions removed, as an old formula from bureaucratic order sheets stated. The laws promptly adapt to the Market God, also in the repressive apparatus against dissidents of the new (dis)imposed order.
The interest of dominant groups produces a zootechnical vision of man, simple lump of cells to be selected and aggregated according to the possibilities of science and the induced desires of those who pay to make every whim come true. Human beings are manufactured in series as in meat animal farms or to order for the eccentric preferences of the wealthy. You receive someone's sperm, you keep it at the right temperature, then it is introduced into the chosen uterus at the most appropriate time for a "good" fertilization. A graft carried out on subjects still without the barcode tag containing the technical data of the human head of cattle, but they will certainly equip themselves with a convenient multi-purpose intracutaneous chip. They will make us believe that it is useful, comfortable, modern, an exclusive symbol of progress. The flock of zoo animals will obey. Chip and credit card, or rather debt, lacard, they are pregnant symbols of a terrible era in which degradation and progress intertwine until they merge. We turn the dominant language against itself, as long as gaps of freedom remain. We have entered a tragic technological Nazism, the coldest in memory. We explain ourselves with a quote from a National Socialist jurist, Ernst Forsthoff, which has the merit of intellectual honesty, unknown to contemporary liberal libertarian Nazis. “Who has the State, makes the laws and, no less important thing, interprets them (…). He determines what is legal (…) Legality is therefore something purely formal and means nothing other than the will of any party (…) has become a legal provision (…). “The concept of the party faded together with the idea of ​​the State at the farewell of the 20th century, now an oligarchy rules, master of money and the very powerful technologies that design the new man, architects of the universe who, in chaos (I order bye…) they shape a completely new humanity.
As Carl Schmitt points out, “Legality becomes the poisoned weapon with which one hits the political opponent from behind. In a novel by Bertolt Brecht, the gangster leader ultimately commands his followers: the work must be legal. Legality ends here as a gangster's watchword.". The enemy is now nature as a whole, Creation with its laws declared mutable and in any case unjust by the God-Man manipulated by the new Almighty, the Market metaphor of the Golden Calf. Terminal Europe does not end in little Belgium. In the France of the young lord, Macron, puppet of the financial system and of very secretive domes with anti-human designs - the old synarchy unmasked by De Gaulle, today represented by new technocratic Nazis like Jacques Attali – was approved by a so-called national Ethics Committee (doublethink and inverted speech always work) the green light for assisted procreation for single mothers or lesbian couples. Very right, the fetish of equality could not cut off the other half of the sky from the lucrative market of artificial procreation and eugenics. For homogeneity of treatment, we expect the fetish of the "human" right to have children to be extended to single men. The madness of equality expressed as a struggle to correct creation, technical arrogance combined with a negative judgment on natural reality, it transforms us into products, objects to be bought and sold regardless of any ethics. In France there is an open debate on whether sperm suppliers should be paid, or that the importation of seminal fluid is carried out. Reification of the human person and everything that concerns him, a zoological and zootechnical drift that gives shivers but is not perceived by public opinion, prisoner of the information apparatus owned by the same people who promoted the new zoo-anthropology. The international customs tariff will also have to adapt, which includes animal sperm in the product category, but not, ohibò, the human one. From habeas corpus to separate parts and pieces, freely tradable on the market, duty and VAT included.
While the use of euthanasia is spreading everywhere, that is, the planned killing of human beings, as much as among children, the most defenseless, would have increased by four thousand percent in just a few years, the wave of totalitarianism of equality reaches the Swedish University of Lund, where a professor was suspended for stating the biological difference between men and women. Ideology is always hostile to the truth and does not surrender to evidence, like the farcical Colonel Buttiglione di Arbore and Boncompagni. Across the Channel, Rule Britannia is no longer sung, ma Gay Britannia. A member of the Mountbatten family, among the most powerful in the United Kingdom, relatives of the royal house with war heroes and pillars of the empire, he got married to his boyfriend. He didn't do it in secret, but in an Anglican chapel complete with a blessing from the State Church and photos with the queen and the royal family. Lord Ivar Mountbatten is getting married for the second time, the prime, in the limited male-female modality, they bore him three daughters, enthusiastic supporters of paternal same-sex marriage. What remains of the European aristocracies, at the service of the oligarchy to preserve the privileges of their ancestors, they therefore took sides personally. There's no going back, the liquid world, the fluid future, passerby, fixed-term choices, since nothing is forever, it is already present, is in power. There is no shortage of subtly humorous sides, such as the decision of the regional council of Andalusia to force teachers to follow feminism courses to adapt teaching to the verb of the new world. This is not about indoctrination, of course, despite the heavy sanctions for those who wanted to avoid lessons, but of the necessary adaptation to the progressive Truth. It's a shame that in the liquid world today's truth is most likely tomorrow's lie.
Elderly people should prepare for the worst, so long as, behind the guise of living wills and “quality of life” (Nothing, much less death, it is called by his name, in glittering Babylonian Atlantis) proposals already advanced are circulating in the Nordic countries and in the Netherlands (yesterday protestants, today insurgents against life) so a 75 years you can ask to be suppressed – legally, hygienically – even if in good health. Health insurance companies are rejoicing, pension funds and new executioners are being prepared in accordance with the law in white coats. One shot and off you go, like lame horses, but painless in taste in sterile environment, then a small fire and the ashes scattered. Mastro Titta was better, Rugantino's executioner. Ugo Foscolo sensed it in the Sepulchre, witness of the Jacobin revolution also in the funerary field, with the verses "From the day that weddings and courts and are told to human beasts to be merciful to themselves and others, they take away the living from the malignant ether and from the beasts the miserable remains that Nature, with eternal roles, destines for other senses." Ridicule the wedding, religion pushed into oblivion, respect for the dead is over, reduced to commercial law and notary power the role of the law, the regression to the post-human is fast and inevitable. Representatives of the Christian tradition, architrave of Europe (Novalis: Europe, or Christianity) they turn their gaze elsewhere, when they do not become complicit in the new times, out of weakness and the desire to preserve shavings of influence. Every reference to the universal and transcendent has been eliminated, the smell of the disinfectant and the image of the syringe remain, faithful pictogram of Western civilization.
Discernment is abolished, the ability to choose, dominate oneself, look up. The Market wants us to be prisoners of our drives, desiring animals governed by infernal instincts that follow every impulse renamed freedom and, when it can be profitable, proclaimed fundamental right. There is nothing religious about it, much less confessional, in the fight to defend man. Indeed, we think that the fiercest opponents of imposed drifts should find themselves in the camp of defenders of threatened nature, upset, ri- created, among the supporters of honest secular morality and among the "left-wing" enemies of the Market as the measure of all things. Most of them, for an incredible law of retaliation, they are on the side of reducing humanity to a trained flock, addicted to false freedoms. Freed, they say, but from himself, from what distinguishes us from the animal dimension. The difference is no longer constitutive, ontological, but quantitative: man is more intelligent than other beings, therefore it can and must have its own project on nature, domination for profit and a mad desire for omnipotence. It is Lucifer's undertaking, the same one that the biblical narrative glimpsed about the proud Babylonian power. A tower raised to the sky, powerful and very high walls, the rooftop gardens, to show dominance over nature. The heroine of that epic was the figure, suspended between myth and reality, of Queen Semiramis, ascended the throne with the conspiracy and assassination of her husband Nino, exalted by the historian Herodotus, loved by European culture, as demonstrated by the theatrical tragedy dedicated to her by Voltaire, the opera of the same name by Gioacchino Rossini and the impressionist painting by Edgar Degas, Semiramis at the construction of Babel. For Dante, on the contrary, Semiramis, perhaps incestuous feminist heroine a few millennia in advance, deserves the hell of the lustful: “libito fé licit in his law, to remove the blame in which she was conducted". A forerunner of the present part of the 21st century of the ex-Christian era.
Babel was destroyed, according to the Genesis account, by divine intervention that confused languages, angry with the tower undertaking as "this is the beginning of their work and now what they plan to do will not be impossible for them". The ability of the human creature to discover the secrets of physical nature, dominating them and placing them at the basis of techniques and technologies has reached extraordinary levels in this part of the world, but the breaking of Pandora's box unleashed Prometheus to the point of intolerable pride that erased every other feeling. Nature will take over again, she who has the centuries and millennia on her side. The problem is ours, of the dissidents of this bastard time, unheard witnesses, negligible Cassandre bordering on the ridiculous. Pure, we cannot remain silent, last of yesterday and first of tomorrow. Faust chose Mephistopheles, he sold body and soul in exchange for directionless power. In the beginning there was action, not the Word. Western man is convinced of this, and has achieved extraordinary scientific and technical goals at the price of abandoning its profound nature. In the short bend in human history that we are given to experience, Faust's fate regresses to a danse macabre, Dionysus chases all the other gods from Olympus with the help of a mad Minerva. Who knows what, in search of the market myth of the entrepreneur, the latest Faust does not create an unprecedented start-up: supplier, salesperson, importer, trader and supplier of man-animal sperm, complete with catalogues, advertising, offers, quality brand and delivery via Amazon. The beginning was the Word, the end a sad mass masturbation. The remnants of what was one of the most powerful civilizations in history cheerfully commit suicide and call it progress.