The "Evil" versus the "Good"

[Ahmed]

Unfortunately the best in question (decrease in unemployment and inflation) could only be temporary since this upturn in activity was due only to a new orientation directed towards the production of weapons or strategic equipment, which would end up being used *, with the consequences that we know (and which were also very disastrous for the German people).

* They were not in themselves capable of producing abstract value and this value was then taken from the vanquished peoples ...

[Janic]

by Ahmed "25/07/21, 09:25

Unfortunately the best in question (decrease in unemployment and inflation) could only be temporary since this upturn in activity was due only to a new orientation directed towards the production of weapons or strategic equipment which would end up being used *, with the consequences that we know (and which were also very disastrous for the German people).

what you say is quite right and at the same time the French industry benefited from the war effort (sic) as for all the wars of history. It is then that it becomes more and more wrong and that is what I was emphasizing. But as a popular expression says "we need a good war"because after any war, you have to repair, rebuild everything that has been broken and that gives work to all the young people who have not been massacred on the battlefields ... sorry butchery! hence the title "evil VS good!"

[Ahmed]

What is interesting in the case of Germany subjected to the demons of Nazism, is that this aggressiveness ultimately turned against its promoters, just like the destructive impulse of our current societies, although exercised more insidious, but more durable, on the biosphere participates in the same devastating logic: as I mentioned above, this is the reason which also explains the virtuous rejection of this episode, as a generalized denial of the unpleasant reflection. sends us back. The psychological reasoning is simple: if these people were so bad and if we are able to condemn them so firmly, then we are the opposite; handy scapegoat ...

@ Janic: wars are indeed a good opportunity to relaunch the mobilization (sic) of the productive forces and perfectly illustrates the fact that the economy works for its benefit (if we dare say it!) and only responds secondarily to human needs (in this specific case she is opposed to it outright) ...
Wars are the emphatic form of the economy since production adjusts to consumption, the latter is rapid and exerts a "snowball" effect (a shell is destroyed by its use and leads to destruction by destination).

[Janic]

ahmed

What is interesting in the case of Germany subjected to the demons of Nazism,

however, we must not confuse the Germans with Nazism which represented only a tiny part of them, nor are the Inquisition with Catholic believers or the terrorism which recommends Islam, are representative of their "religion". by nature pacifist.

[Ahmed]

Of course!
My sentence can advantageously be read as follows: "... in the case of Germany, when it was subjected to the demons of Nazism ..." ... Furthermore, submission is not unreserved adhesion .

[GuyGadeboisTheBack]

Unfortunately the best in question (decrease in unemployment and inflation) could only be temporary since this revival of activity was due only to a new orientation directed towards the production of weapons or strategic equipment. ..

Yes, that's what I said earlier: Highways and weapons.

[gildas]

Hi,

The talented Charles Baudelaire described evil with this poem:

Foolishness, error, sin, skimping,
Occupy our minds and work our bodies,
And we feed our kind remorse,
As beggars feed their vermin.

Our sins are stubborn, our repentances are cowardly;
We are paid handsomely for our confessions,
And we enter the muddy path cheerfully,
Believing with base tears wash away all our stains.

On the pillow of evil it's Satan Trismegistus
Which cradles our enchanted mind for a long time,
And the rich metal of our will
Is all vaporized by this learned chemist.

It is the Devil who holds the threads that move us!
In repulsive objects we find charms;
Every day towards Hell we take a step down,
Without horror, through stinking darkness.

Like a poor debauchery who fucks and eats
The martyred breast of an ancient whore,
We steal an underground pleasure
That we squeeze very hard like an old orange.

Tight, swarming, like a million helminths,
In our brains, a people of Demons ruffle,
And, when we breathe, Death in our lungs
Descends, invisible river, with muffled complaints.

If the rape, the poison, the dagger, the fire,
Have not yet embroidered with their pleasant designs
The banal canvas of our pitiful destinies,
It is only our soul, alas! is not bold enough.

But among the jackals, the panthers, the lists,
Monkeys, scorpions, vultures, snakes,
The squealing, howling, growling, crawling monsters,
In the infamous menagerie of our vices,

There is one uglier, nastier, more filthy!
Although he does not make big gestures or loud cries,
He would gladly turn the earth into debris
And in a yawn would swallow the world;

It's Boredom! - the eye charged with an involuntary cry,
He dreams of scaffolding while smoking his hookah.
You know him, reader, this delicate monster,
- Hypocrite reader!-my similar,-my brother !

There an angel passing by:

When, by a decree of the supreme powers,
The Poet appears in this bored world,
His mother terrified and full of blasphemies
Clench his fists towards God, who takes pity on her:

- "Ah! why haven't I put down a whole knot of vipers,
Rather than feed this derision!
Cursed be the night of fleeting pleasures
Where my belly conceived my atonement!


Since you chose me among all the women
To be the loathing of my sad husband,
And that I cannot throw back into the flames,
Like a love note, this stunted monster,

I will bring forth your hatred that overwhelms me
On the accursed instrument of your wickedness,
And I will twist this miserable tree so well,
That he will not be able to push his poisonous buttons! "

She thus swallows the foam of her hatred,
And, not understanding the eternal designs,
She prepares herself in the depths of Gehenna
The pyres dedicated to maternal crimes.

Yet under the invisible tutelage of an Angel,
The disinherited child gets drunk on the sun,
And in everything he drinks and in everything he eats
Find ambrosia and ruddy nectar.

He plays with the wind, talks with the cloud,
And gets drunk while singing of the way of the cross;
And the Spirit who follows him on his pilgrimage
Weep to see him as gay as a bird of the woods.

All those he wants to love watch him with fear,
Or, emboldened by its tranquility,
Seek out who will know how to complain to him,
And test their ferocity on him.


In the bread and wine intended for his mouth
They mix ashes with unclean spittle;
With hypocrisy they throw away what he touches,
And accuse each other of having put their feet in his footsteps.

His wife goes shouting in the public places:
"Since he finds me beautiful enough to adore me,
I will do the profession of ancient idols,
And like them, I want to be gilded;

And I will get drunk on spikenard, frankincense, myrrh,
Genuflections, meats and wines,
To know if I can in a heart that admires me
Usurping the divine homage with laughter!

And, when I miss these ungodly pranks,
I will lay my frail and strong hand upon him;
And my fingernails, like harpy fingernails,
They will find their way to his heart.

Like a very young bird that trembles and flutters,
I will tear this red heart from her breast,
And, to satiate my favorite beast,
I'll throw it at him with disdain! "

To Heaven, where his eye sees a splendid throne,
The serene Poet raises his pious arms,
And the vast flashes of her lucid mind
Steal from him the aspect of the furious peoples:


- "Be blessed, my God, who give suffering
Like a divine remedy for our impurities
And like the best and the purest essence
Who prepares the strong for holy pleasures!

I know that you keep a place at the Poëte
In the blessed ranks of the holy Legions,
And you invite her to the eternal feast
Thrones, Virtues, Dominations.

I know pain is the only nobility
Where earth and hell will never bite,
And what it takes to braid my mystical crown
Impose all times and all universes.

But the lost jewels of ancient Palmyra,
Unknown metals, pearls of the sea,
By your hand ridden, could not be enough
To this beautiful dazzling and clear diadem;

For it will only be made of pure light,
Drawn from the holy hearth of the primitive rays,
And whose mortal eyes, in all their splendor,
Are only darkened and plaintive mirrors! "

https://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Les_Fleu ... xte_entier

[Janic]

beautiful prose which has value, for its author, only in a framework where religious concepts dominated. What would this same discourse give according to the current atheist concept, dominant ?

[Ahmed]

The theological discourse was quite ambiguous, because if God made man in his own image (certainly not his best idea!), It was logical that he came to take himself for God ... At this stage, navel-gazing prevails and society is nothing more than an aggregation of egoisms linked by abstract value ...

[Janic]

by Ahmed "26/07/21, 13:24

The theological discourse was quite ambiguous, because if God made man in his image (certainly not his best idea!), It was logical that he came to take himself for God ...

certainly! But this is only a religious discourse, not theological, which makes a huge difference.
In reality, what has been translated in a simplistic and pictorial way should translate into something more ambiguous where the human would have been made according to the shadow of the shadow of god. [*] If someone can explain to me its concrete reality applied to man, I'm a taker!

At this stage, navel-gazing prevails and society is nothing more than an aggregation of egoisms linked by abstract value ...

abstract and false! We can also see that the shadow of religion that is atheism, follows the same path to the glorification of the human made in the image of ... himself.

[*] Already a simple shadow doesn't tell us much about its model and in addition it deforms depending on the light source, so the shadow of the shadow; that's even more cotton!