[ExI] regarding nano-authoritarianism

[spike]

>... On Behalf Of David Lubkin
Subject: Re: [ExI] regarding nano-authoritarianism

Spike wrote:

>In true nano-communism, all my stuff belongs to me and I join in all my 
>decisions.  Oh it's great.  Every decision is unanimous, my elections 
>fair (as long as I win them (which I always do (because I am the only 
>candidate))) and all of me is happy.

>...Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was
all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won
the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother Spike.

-- David.
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No, this is a common misconception for which I blame Orwell.  That business
about loving Big Brother, let us start with that.  Spike is not my Big
Brother, I am my Identical Twin.  Sometimes I just use the initial IT.  We
are so indistinguishable in appearance, people often mistake me for me, but
there is a rule which can help you if we meet at a local event: whichever
one you think I am, I am the other one.

IT must not be conflated with my Id.  It damages my delicate ego when those
two insult each other.  Fortunately I am such a super ego, I get over it
quickly.  BillW is the local expert on these matters, I am merely a rocket
scientist. 

Love?  Well, I like me, sure.  I discovered I am not such a bad guy once I
get to know me.

That nano-communism thing didn't start with me.  The sports guys were onto
it a long time before I was.  Consider, in nano-communism, from me according
to my ability, to me according to my need, ja?  I do what I can and I need
to do it.  

OK consider those locker room interviews they have after the game with the
winning team.  Seems like about 2/3 of the victorious team will utter some
comment either verbatim or a very close version of "Well... I just did what
I needed to do."  You have heard that, ja?  That used to drive me nuts,
until I discovered nano-communism.  I realized they weren't saying that
merely because they make their living playing a game in which most of the
players use their head as a battering ram.  That might have been a
contributing factor; not so much false modesty but true blunt force brain
trauma.  Rather, we compare with the defeated team in which that silly
comment is not heard.  That team still gets all the brain damage and none of
the glory of cooperative team nano-communism. 

I leave you with this profound thought: READ ORWELL DAMMIT!  Be the IT guy!
Read it now, read it hard, oh baby oh.  Orwell saw it all before we were
born.  Animal Farm and Nineteen Eighty Four for starters.  I demand it!  We
are living in Orwellian times, except with better gin.  If you don't get
that reference, put down whatever you are doing, order a copy of both those
slim works from Amazon, cost ya about 10 bucks, do it, read it, THINK.

spike