-->>>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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