Notes on Brazille
Her book about how the Clinton campaign purchased the Democratic National Convention deeply disturbs or it should have. President candidate Hillary Clinton purchased the DNC and it became a creature used to advance her interests to the detriment of other competing interests in the Democratic Party.
First things first.
When thinking about politics, we should remember a few truths. First of all, the mind of each of us abhors groups. It doesn’t want to join, to collaborate, to become a part of, to participate in or to have its unique outline be painfully fitted into the gross mass, giving up its integrity in order to be used for deplorable purposes dictated by others.
Politics is a region where cliques vie for favor, using any means necessary. Lies, distortions, misrepentations – all are employed with abandon. People who resort to such things always believe that once the goal is obtained, those dishonest actions, the appeals to ignorant prejudice and vulgar greed will be reformed and not repeated. But that never happens. Honesty is like virginity. Kept intact, it has a worth without price.’ Once list, it tends to stay lost. All politics depends on lying, and liars are almost impossible to reform. The only thing that holds them back is fear of discovery. Politicians worship false gods. They worship mean, little rapacious, unscrupulous idols. They bow down before the Golden Calf, they breaking faith.
Political efforts are directed at obtaining a certain end. That end is supposed be and must be, a worthy one. A worthy end serves certain ideals: charitableness, generosity, a lack of vindictiveness, restraint on using force to obtain your goals.
For me, politics is something that prevents ordinary people from minding their own business. There are so many elements in our life to grasp, to understand, to elaborate and master, and politics diverts us from our genuine ambition to master worthwhile things, things that build the soul and the understanding.
Of course, each of us uses whatever mind we have. But more and more all of us are experiencing the feeling that our power of attention is being weakened, that our reason is under attack, that our integrity is being ignored or made irrelevant because politics distracts the unwary and appeals only to the most gullible, weak-minded sides of our nature. One has to ask which of us is so erudite, to learned, so knowledgeable that he or she is able to pronounce on matters of such matters of such baffling complexity as politics poses today. Remember too, that there is no political party that has not puked up the very principles that got it into office or raged and tried to undermine the nation it pledged to protect.
Hillary’s most notable quality, aside for her love of amassing power. Is her slyness. Some people go at things in a straight line. They don’t bend, and they don’t trade. They carry their principles hard and clean all their lives. Yet integrity has no place in politicians’ public lives. Integrity can’t be bought. It can only be made manifest in honest actions and thoughts.
But, by habit and inclination, Hillary goes by the backdoor, using the back staircase. She praises virtues and hopes to get glory by pretending she has them, but the attempt never rings true. There is something in her tone, her bearing and manner that always gives a little glint of ruthlness. She is one of the great dissemblers in the Western World.
So she buys people who will be of use to her. If they don’t tell, she buys the people above them. In personality like hers, you get compliance by threatening punishment or withholding favors. It pays to remember that every election is a feast of the unprincipled. By that, I mean people who are addicted to shady shortcuts, to dubious and underhanded dealings in order to achieve their aims run free. Conscience, I was told as a small boy, is “the still, small voice.” In our age, that seems quaint. Today, power belongs to the ruthless and unprincipled, those eager to be bought, recruited, paid to pretend rather than be honest and straightforward.
Politics embraces these false principles. If you don’t tell the truth, you escape the consequences by lying. If you haven’t been caught red handed, you haven’t been caught. As long as it sounds like the truth, you might as well use it as the truth.
I cannot rest my eyes on Hillary’s face today without feeling a certain grim exultation, a sense of victory, believing that in her case, the false didn’t triumph over the true. That the unfeeling, the callous, the unscrupulous, meant to fool and mislead us, ended up fooling her. She has always finds herelf compromised by some stealthy, dubious under-the-table dealings that will advance her interests in defiance of her conscience. She has no friends, only accomplices. Those things are repulsive. They make you gag