The American Stasi

Enligt Washington Post så räcker det med att en ”fellow citizen” – som kan vara din granne, tjejen som du hade sex med en gång och sen dumpade, eller killen som du råkade i luven på i skolan, eller att arbetskollegan på jobbet tycker att du gör eller har gjort någonting som kan anses misstänkt – för att du och all möjlig information om dig ska hamna i en databas hos myndigheterna.

Öst-tyskarna kämpade i många år med sina liv som insatts för att göra sig av med sådana här statliga angiveri-, spioneri- och avlyssningsaktiviteter. Men nu upprättar USA sitt eget Stasi.

”The FBI is building a database with the names and certain personal information, such as employment history, of thousands of U.S. citizens and residents whom a local police officer or a fellow citizen believed to be acting suspiciously” – Washington Post

Länge leva USA! The land of the Free!

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Awaiting the Storm

Flags. These are always a bad sign. Hardly a politician appears on television who doesn’t stand in front of an American flag, sometimes three American flags. A venomous nationalism now poisons the air, and grows. We are off and rolling.

The trappings of fascism spread. General David Petraeus, commander of the Eastern Front, poses with the President in the White House in combat fatigues. The country is now the Homeland, reminiscent of the Nazi Fatherland and the Soviet Motherland. We hear of American Exceptionalism, the ritual self-idolization beloved of pathological nationalism. Blood and Soil. The American Dream. Ubermenschen. All we need is a short Austrian.

We may get one. The times ripen for a man on a horse. (Or perhaps a woman: Twitler of Alaska looms.) An ignorant population, unread, unfamiliar with the outside world, focuses its anxieties on troubling dark things lurking abroad, the brown hordes from the south, the rising Chinese, inexplicable Moslems who want to kill all Christians. Sooner rather than later such a mob finds solace in an angry unity. From an unhappy lower middle-class spring Brown Shirts. Wait.

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Awaiting the Storm

by Fred Reed

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