Re: Alles noch mal gut gegangen, diesmal.

verfasst von Miesespeter, 02.09.2007, 19:43

-->>>Und was dann in Deutschland los ist, welche hochbrisante Polarisierung stattfindet, das kann kein Politiker mehr eindämmen, zumal dann wieder und diesmal in der Vorhand, die Medien eine Hetzjagd auslösen werden, auf jeden der dieses Ereignis abwägend beurteilen will, das wird ein Schauspiel, bei dem man nur noch Deckung nehmen kann, um nicht von den Querschlägern getroffen zuwerden.
>Ja, so wird es vermutlich sein.


Doch, einer kann: Thomas Carlyle's British Prime Minister (damals hiess es nur noch nicht Muliti-Kulti-Muell).....:

_Speech of the British Prime-Minister to the floods of Irish and
other Beggars, the able-bodied Lackalls, Multikultis, nomadic or stationary,
and the general assembly, outdoor and indoor, of the Pauper
Populations of these Realms_.


"Vagrant Lackalls, foolish most of you, criminal many of you,
miserable all; the sight of you fills me with astonishment and
despair. What to do with you I know not; long have I been
meditating, and it is hard to tell. Here are some three millions
of you, as I count: so many of you fallen sheer over into the
abysses of open Beggary; and, fearful to think, every new unit
that falls is _loading_ so much more the chain that drags the
others over. On the edge of the precipice hang uncounted
millions; increasing, I am told, at the rate of 1200 a day. They
hang there on the giddy edge, poor souls, cramping themselves
down, holding on with all their strength; but falling, falling
one after another; and the chain is getting _heavy_, so that ever
more fall; and who at last will stand? What to do with you? The
question, What to do with you? especially since the potato died,
is like to break my heart!

"One thing, after much meditating, I have at last discovered, and
now know for some time back: That you cannot be left to roam
abroad in this unguided manner, stumbling over the precipices,
and loading ever heavier the fatal _chain_ upon those who might
be able to stand; that this of locking you up in temporary Idle
Workhouses, when you stumble, and subsisting you on Indian meal,
till you can sally forth again on fresh roamings, and fresh
stumblings, and ultimate descent to the devil;--that this is
_not_ the plan; and that it never was, or could out of England
have been supposed to be, much as I have prided myself upon it!

"Vagrant Lackalls, I at last perceive, all this that has been
sung and spoken, for a long while, about enfranchisement,
emancipation, freedom, suffrage, civil and religious liberty over
the world, is little other than sad temporary jargon, brought
upon us by a stern necessity,--but now ordered by a sterner to
take itself away again a little. Sad temporary jargon, I say:
made up of sense and nonsense,--sense in small quantities, and
nonsense in very large;--and, if taken for the whole or permanent
truth of human things, it is no better than fatal infinite
nonsense eternally _untrue_.

"All men will have to quit it, I believe. But to you, my
indigent friends, the time for quitting it has palpably arrived!
To talk of glorious self-government, of suffrages and hustings,
and the fight of freedom and such like, is a vain thing in your
case. By all human definitions and conceptions of the said fight
of freedom, you for your part have lost it, and can fight no
more. Glorious self-government is a glory not for you, not for
Hodge's emancipated horses, nor you. No; I say, No. You, for
your part, have tried it, and _failed_. Left to walk your own
road, the will-o'-wisps beguiled you, your short sight could not
descry the pitfalls; the deadly tumult and press has whirled you
hither and thither, regardless of your struggles and your
shrieks; and here at last you lie; fallen flat into the ditch,
drowning there and dying, unless the others that are still
standing please to pick you up. The others that still stand have
their own difficulties, I can tell you!--But you, by imperfect
energy and redundant appetite, by doing too little work and
drinking too much beer, you (I bid you observe) have proved that
you cannot do it! You lie there plainly in the ditch. And I am
to pick you up again, on these mad terms; help you ever again, as
with our best heart's-blood, to do what, once for all, the gods
have made impossible? To load the fatal _chain_ with your
perpetual staggerings and sprawlings; and ever again load it,
till we all lie sprawling? My indigent incompetent friends, I
will not! Know that, whoever may be 'sons of freedom,' you for
your part are not and cannot be such. Not 'free' you, I think,
whoever may be free. You palpably are fallen
captive,--_caitiff_, as they once named it:--you do, silently but
eloquently, demand, in the name of mercy itself, that some
genuine command be taken of you!

"Yes, my indigent incompetent friends; some genuine practical
command. Such,--if I rightly interpret those mad Chartisms,
Repeal Agitations, Red Republics, and other delirious
inarticulate howlings and bellowings which all the populations of
the world now utter, evidently cries of pain on their and your
part,--is the demand which you, Captives, make of all men that
are not Captive, but are still Free. Free men,--alas, had you
ever any notion who the free men were, who the not-free, the
incapable of freedom! The free men, if you could have understood
it, they are the wise men; the patient, self-denying, valiant;
the Nobles of the World; who can discern the Law of this
Universe, what it is, and piously _obey_ it; these, in late sad
times, having cast you loose, you are fallen captive to greedy
sons of profit-and-loss; to bad and ever to worse; and at length
to Beer and the Devil. Algiers, Brazil or Dahomey hold nothing
in them so authentically _slave_ as you are, my indigent
incompetent friends!

"Good Heavens, and I have to raise some eight or nine millions
annually, six for England itself, and to wreck the morals of my
working population beyond all money's worth, to keep the life
from going out of you: a small service to you, as I many times
bitterly repeat! Alas, yes; before high Heaven I must declare it
such. I think the old Spartans, who would have killed you
instead, had shown more 'humanity,' more of manhood, than I thus
do! More humanity, I say, more of manhood, and of sense for what
the dignity of man demands imperatively of you and of me and of
us all.
-"

Emancipation? You have been 'emancipated' with a
vengeance! Foolish souls, I say the whole world cannot emancipate
you. Fealty to ignorant Unruliness, to gluttonous sluggish
Improvidence, to the Beer-pot and the Devil, who is there that
can emancipate a man in that predicament? Not a whole Reform
Bill, a whole French Revolution executed for his behoof alone:
nothing but God the Maker can emancipate him, by making him
anew.

"To forward which glorious consummation, will it not be well, O
indigent friends, that you, fallen flat there, shall henceforth
learn to take advice of others as to the methods of standing?
Plainly I let you know, and all the world and the worlds know,
that I for my part mean it so. Not as glorious unfortunate sons
of freedom, but as recognized captives, as unfortunate fallen
brothers requiring that I should command you, and if need were,
control and compel you, can there henceforth be a relation
between us. Ask me not for Indian meal; you shall be compelled
to earn it first; know that on other terms I will not give you
any. Before Heaven and Earth, and God the Maker of us all, I
declare it is a scandal to see _such_ a life kept in you, by the
sweat and heart's-blood of your brothers; and that, if we cannot
mend it, death were preferable!

Your want of wants, I say, is that you be _commanded_
in this world, not being able to command yourselves. Know
therefore that it shall be so with you. Nomadism, I give you
notice, has ended; needful permanency, soldier-like obedience,
and the opportunity and the necessity of hard steady labor for
your living, have begun. Know that the Idle Workhouse is shut
against you henceforth; you cannot enter there at will, nor leave
at will; you shall enter a quite other Refuge, under conditions
strict as soldiering, and not leave till I have done with you.
He that prefers the glorious (or perhaps even the rebellious
_in_glorious) 'career of freedom,' let him prove that he can
travel there, and be the master of himself.

"Work, for you? Work, surely, is not quite undiscoverable in an
Earth so wide as ours, if we will take the right methods for it!
Indigent friends, we will adopt this new relation (which is _old_
as the world); this will lead us towards such. Rigorous
conditions, not to be violated on either side, lie in this
relation; conditions planted there by God Himself; which woe will
betide us if we do not discover, gradually more and more
discover, and conform to! Industrial Colonels, Workmasters,
Task-masters, Life-commanders, equitable as Rhadamanthus and
inflexible as he: such, I perceive, you do need; and such, you
being once put under law as soldiers are, will be discoverable
for you. I perceive, with boundless alarm, that I shall have to
set about discovering such,--I, since I am at the top of affairs,
with all men looking to me. Alas, it is my new task in this New
Era; and God knows, I too, little other than a red-tape
Talking-machine, and unhappy Bag of Parliamentary Eloquence
hitherto, am far behind with it!

"Respectable Professors of the Dismal Science, soft you a little.
Alas, I know what you would say. For my sins, I have read much
in those inimitable volumes of yours,--really I should think,
some barrowfuls of them in my time,--and, in these last forty
years of theory and practice, have pretty well seized what of
Divine Message you were sent with to me. Perhaps as small a
message, give me leave to say, as ever there was such a noise
made about before. Trust me, I have not forgotten it, shall
never forget it. Those Laws of the Shop-till are indisputable to
me; and practically useful in certain departments of the
Universe, as the multiplication-table itself. Once I even tried
to sail through the Immensities with them, and to front the big
coming Eternities with them; but I found it would not do. As the
Supreme Rule of Statesmanship, or Government of Men,--since this
Universe is not wholly a Shop,--no. You rejoice in my improved
tariffs, free-trade movements and the like, on every hand; for
which be thankful, and even sing litanies if you choose. By the side of the shop-till,--see, your small'Law of God' is hung up, along with the multiplication-table itself. But beyond and above the shop-till, allow me to say, you
shall as good as hold your peace. Respectable Professors, I
perceive it is not now the Gigantic Hucksters, but it is the
Immortal Gods, yes they, in their terror and their beauty, in
their wrath and their beneficence, that are coming into play in
the affairs of this world! Soft you a little. Do not you
interrupt me, but try to understand and help me!--

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