(Conspiracy Nation, 06/26/05)
-- "We had fed the heart on
fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare; More substance in
our enmities than in our love; O honey-bees, Come build in the empty
house of the stare."
So ends part VI of W.B. Yeats' "Meditations In Time Of Civil War,"
entitled "The Stare's Nest By My Window."
"We had fed the heart on fantasies."
Need these various fantasies be pointed out? A long list of the
fantasies can be found in past issues of Conspiracy Nation. (http://www.shout.net/~bigred/cn.html)
"More substance in our enmities
than in our love." The nation is "polarized," enmities abound.
"The bees build in the crevices of
loosening masonry." (Yeats, op. cit.) New fantasies arise.
"The mother birds bring grubs and
flies. My wall is loosening." (Yeats, op. cit.) His wall is
loosening. His reality is collapsing.
Jesus seen to be an invention of Roman propagandists. A pacifist
Messiah to dilute Jewish fervour. (See "Gospel of Titus," http://www.shout.net/~bigred/Titus.html)
"Science" seen to be a neurotic obsession with "measuring" the
infinite. (See, "Can It Be Measured?" http://www.shout.net/~bigred/Measured.html)
Oh-so-refined Europeans fragmenting into disunion. (See "And Europe
Is A Stoney Land," http://www.shout.net/~bigred/StoneyLand.html)
The Reagan fantasy, that he solved our doubts. Beneath the surface,
there was massive borrowing and America went from a creditor to a
debtor nation.
The Clinton fantasy, that he was a Democrat and was with the
ordinary working
people.
The "Dubya" fantasy, that if we just wave the flag enough then
things will be fine.
The Hillary fantasy, that she will be an FDR, when "FDR" is itself a
fantasy.
When realities collapse, what do people do then? You who read this
know more than most. Most will be flipping out merely at gas price
increases.
The new laws fantasy, that new laws added to the old laws will make
things better.
The multiculturalism fantasy, causing people to identify with their
bodies, as if they are their
bodies and not infinitely more.
The gold fantasy, as if possessing gold is a magic charm. (See "Gold
Humbug," http://www.shout.net/~bigred/GoldHumbug.html)
The housing fantasy, that house prices always go up.
When realities collapse, someone must invent a new fantasy. What will it be? Will it be a re-invention of an old fantasy? Or will the next fantasy really be new? O honey-bees, Come build in the empty house of the stare.
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