Bertrand Russell had some nasty things to say about the British aristocracy, saying they were responsible for as much human suffering in the world as Joe Stalin. I wonder sometimes if it just the fact that we have common language with them that creates our affinity, and making their shittiness look like Shinola to us. (Stalin told FDR’s son Elliot that his dad had been murdered, poisoned, by “that Churchill gang.”) When they ruled the waves they were no more than drug runners, slavers and pirates. Their bankers dragged the US into the First World War to bail their sorry asses out.
And then there is … Prince Charles. Good grief, what an imbecile, soon enough to be king, would also like to be our tampon. The guy gives me the creeps. Don’t get me going in that jackass.
Anyway, I repeat here two passages from a couple of books I read recently. The first, Puzzling People, The Labyrinth of the Psychopath, is a light treatment of a broad topic and is hardly worth mention. The author, Thomas Sheridan, however, does touch on a facet of the basic sadistic nature of the ruling class on that island.
During my late teens I was heavily involved in the animal rights movement, and among the activities we took part in was to protest fox hunting among the gentry and well-to-do. After witnessing these appalling and sadistic escapades close up, it soon dawned on me that the ‘sport’ of fox hunting is actually a psychological operation to mind-control young aristocrats and elites into a proto-psychopathic Dissociative Identity mindset.
The hunt would take place all day long and between the hounds barking constantly, the endless testosterone-fueled blood lust, the intense movement of the hunt party through the countryside to the din of wailing horns, even down to the riders dressed in almost day-glow red velvet finery – the visual and sensual impact of experiencing these hunts is overwhelming.
Now put yourself in the place of a ten-year old boy or girl who is on these hunts with their parents for the first time. Not only is the intense sensory-overload of the day-long event a visceral assault in your psyche and senses. At the end of it all you witness an exhausted and terrified fox torn to pieces by frenzied dogs while still alive and howling in agony. Your father lifts you down from your horse and retrieving a piece of adrenaline-infused fox flesh, he then ‘bloods’ you with the still warm flesh by wiping it on your face.
I imagine Charles was blooded by Philip, and that he has blooded his two sons. There is madness in that bloodline, I tell you. Madness!
This passage is from Critical Path, by Buckminster Fuller. (Who names their son “Buckminster?”) Fuller was a renaissance man, a man of noble mind who peered behind the curtain of power often enough to understand history better than most. He talked about secret power, tried to trace its origins.
Indeed such power exists, as any fool can see with our dead presidents and controlled media. It is a nameless force that holds away over all of us. (You just felt the power of that force when you read the words “dead presidents,” knowing you are not supposed to think about that subject. The words “conspiracy theory” immediately entered your mind. That’s a power hold on you, dear reader.)
Here he is suggesting that the colonies never really broke free of the mother country, as the British Empire was not the island, but rather the British East India Company.
George Washington took command of the Continental Army under the elm tree in Cambridge, Massachusetts. The flag used for that occasion was the East India Company’s flag, which by pure coincidence had thirteen red and white stripes. Though it was only a coincidence most of those present thought that the thirteen red and white stripes did represent the thirteen American colonies – ergo, was very appropriate – but they complained about the included British flag’s superimposed crosses on the blue rectangle in the top corner. George Washington conferred with Betsy Ross, after which came thirteen white five-pointed stars in the blue field with the thirteen red and white horizontal stripes. While the British government lost the 1776 war, the East India’s Company’s owners who constituted the invisible power structure behind the British government not only did not lose but moved right in to the new U.S.A. economy along with the latter’s most powerful landowners.
By pure chance I happened to discover this popularly unknown episode of American history. Commissioned in 1970 by the Indian government to design new airports in Bombay, New Delhi and Madras, I was visiting the grand palace of the British fortress in Madras, where the British first established themselves in India in 1600. There I saw a picture of Queen Elizabeth I and a picture of the flag of the East India Company of 1600 A.D., with its thirteen red and white horizontal stripes and its superimposed crosses in the upper corner. What astonished me was that this flag (which seemed to be the American flag) was apparently being used in 1600 A.D., 175 years before the American Revolution.
Fuller is suggesting that the power behind the throne became the power behind the people in the grove of elm trees, that there was no revolution from East India’s standpoint, but rather a new vehicle for expansion of its power.