Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Verbis Diablo

Depiction of the devil as seen in the Codex Gigas.

In our time,  speech and writing are largely the defense of the indefensible,  language has to consist largely of euphemism, question-begging and sheer cloudy vagueness… the great enemy of clear language is insincerity. Where there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to exhausted idioms. It doesn't much matter what people think because you can control what they do. 
But when  you can't control people by force and when the voice of the people can be
heard, you have to control what people think. And the standard way to do this is to resort to what in more honest days used to be called propaganda. Manufacture of consent. Creation of necessary illusions.To know and not to know, to be conscious of complete truthfulness while telling carefully constructed lies, to hold simultaneously two opinions which cancelled out, knowing them to be contradictory and believing in both of them, to use logic against logic, to repudiate morality while laying claim to it, to believe that democracy was impossible and that the Party was the guardian of democracy, to forget, whatever it was necessary to forget, then to draw it back into memory again at the moment when it was needed, and then promptly to forget it again, and above all, to apply the same process to the process itself – that was the ultimate subtlety; consciously to induce unconsciousness, and then, once again, to become unconscious of the act of  hypnosis you had just performed. Even to understand the word 'double-think' involved the use of double-think.  The power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one's mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them.To tell deliberate lies while genuinely believing in them, to forget any fact that has become inconvenient, and then, when it becomes necessary again, to draw it back from oblivion for just as long as it is needed, to deny the existence of objective reality and all the while to take account of the reality which one denies – all this is indispensably necessary. Even in using the word double-think it is necessary to exercise double-think. For by using the word one admits that one is tampering with reality; by a fresh act of double-think one erases this knowledge; and so on indefinitely, with the lie always one leap  ahead of the truth


Joan S said...

This has me thinking today. Of all the horrible things my mother did to me that was completely on display, was made ok, by the simple baking of a cake.

q1605 said...

I still can't figure out why people let my mom domineer our family.I mean really all she did was he murder a guy and dump his body on the side of the road. We spent over 200K in 1967 dollars on that and people still stuck their heads in the sand and let her have the keys to the metaphorical car.

Joan S said...

That was a lot of money in 1967, they should have just let her hang. People protect the murderers. They get lots of help and understanding. Blame shifters, they are very good at shifting the blame.

Pandora Viltis said...

I don't get how my mother ruled the family either except that my father reinforced her behavior and we kids were stuck with a choice of joining or being ostracized. At least in my case my mother only ever ruined the immediate family as she is friendless. As far as I can tell, though, she won since I'm still the outsider.

q1605 said...

Pandora, I think after a while it just gets easier to cave in rather to fight them tooth and nail over everything. That said there is still that point where you have to stand up for yourself and get some distance from them.

Anonymous said...

Hi-Im believing the process of double think is so vital to the MN life. Possibly one of the ways MN parents especially MN mothers get away with the insanity they create and live in. It just twists your mind thinking about it, but I think MN mothers start this double think shit on us at birth. We grow out of infancy with the rule of double think. We know one reality- the real one- that our parents do not care and they are abusing us- but we must at the same time be the props in their sick world to prove to their mini sick societies that the other reality exists. That they are caring, self sacrificing moms with a nice family. But as we grow older and think for ourselves, and the cost of our MN parents behavior starts adding up ,we begin to know what is real. I think that's why our parents kept us around- so we could help them keep their sick world going. And having some one around to torture. This was really hard on me growing up. Having the double think going on, I feel like it really messed with my head. As these MN parents get older their doublethink bullshit falls apart and the un avoidable things start popping up like bodies, scams and kids that are NC, etc. But there are still people that go along with the doublethink. That's some f' ed up manipulative shit. They do stuff like bake cakes.MG

q1605 said...

It's sort of like keeping clay kneaded up into a bunch anon.They keep you pliable and malleable.

q1605 said...

I mean MG I didn't see your sign off moniker until later.

Anonymous said...

Where's S&G's original "Sounds of Silence?"
If there's one state a CB despises, it's silence-from THEM.The rest of us are expected to shut up and sit down-in worship at their feet.

There's an old Mary Chapin Carpenter tune that beautifully summarizes the experience of an ACON or any "flavor" of Cluster B, Borderlion, Histrionic, Narc and/or Antisocial Personality Disorder and the position in which the unfortunate offspring find themselves vis a vie their CB Predator "Parent(s)."

The tune is, "You Win Again" from her 1990 CD, "Shooting Straight in the Dark".
The chorus:

"I can't be right if I'm always wrong
I can't stand up if I'm always kneeling
At your altar or at your throne
Baby, you win again...."

Mine was far more vested in "winning," in "being RIGHT" than in even getting to know who her "DD" was other than a piece of furniture to be shoved here or there, a cardboard cut-out facsimile of a human being, a Tool to be manipulated in service to her perverse agenda to destroy anyone who thwarted her WANTS.The world was her oyster and we were the divers tasked with retrieving "her" pearls.

Or drown in the pursuit.


q1605 said...

Thanks for requesting I put that song back up. It still gives me a lump in the back of my throat. I was all of 6 when that version was released but I could count on my sister buying good 45's and keeping them spinning. That time period was a the only ones out of the few short normal years our mother allowed us to have anything before she unraveled everything.