The Losers’ Club
Author: Gian Turci
Article Published: 11/07/2008
This piece is really a treasure, as it illustrates perfectly why totalitarian institutions are so successful today. I found it irresistible and a font of insights into our culture of defeat.
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We all know that the dangers of smoking and passive smoking are an epidemiological fraud to pave the way to Big Pharma’s financial interests and social, cultural and industrial control through health institutions. Ditto for global warming and the devastating laws for the control of CO2 production. Ditto for the false statistics on obesity. Ditto for… well, you get the idea.
We all know that, at the political level, there is just one issue: public health has become a political animal that must be killed politically and then recreated on the beneficial lines for which it was originally created — this time with laws that establish tight ethical parameters that put the institution under the constant control and scrutiny of the people. Given that public health, along with fanatical environmentalism and ugly paternalism, has political power, and that it oppresses citzens while destroying the economy, logic indicates that force must be used against these never-elected entities in order to restore liberty and economic well being.
That is exactly what is not happening – which brings me to the piece in question, a shining example of cultural decay: a club to get things off your chest — yes, a criers’ club!
“…Subjects have ranged from the stodginess of trifles and the quality of jokes to the price of beer.”
“Steve Potten, Grumpy Club president, said: ‘We are oppressed by namby-pambies who don't want us to talk about anything. This is serious. My motto is 'and another thing' - there's always something else. What about salt shakers in chip shops!’"
Yes, what about them? They are next, along with the next epidemiologic trash study! Well then, what are Potten and his club members prepared to do to change what they are whining about? Nothing, of course. Potten’s motto should be that of still too many smokers, drinkers, drivers, taxpayers, fatsos, and so on: “Cry, get used to it — and obey”.
"It's about getting things off your chest, moaning, moaning, moaning. It's been doing really well." Potter has discovered nothing new: Romans used to hire criers to externalize everybody's pain for the deceased relative. Today’s criers have the job of externalizing the pain for lost liberty and discarded integrity, and facilitate the acceptance of public health’s oppression and corruption. The intelligent reader will observe that while there is no remedy for death (thus acceptance is the only way), surely there is one for totalitarianism and corruption — if only courage is shown.
I have no doubt about the success of institutionalized moaning clubs, as the practice is already everywhere at the individual level: we moan about criminal taxation – and we rush to pay the taxes. We moan about smoking prohibition – and we go outside to smoke (or we use electronic cigarettes to play at being rebels.) We moan about speed traps – and we watch the speedometer in terror. We moan about the oppressive state – but we acclaim the prohibition of what we don’t like. Whiners' clubs may well proliferate, as more and more misery elicits more and more grumping. After all, whining and moaning is the fine art of the loser, isn't it – and the loser and the confused seem to be the protagonists of society, today. Babylon is here – another reason for moaning?...
See if the institutions care about your moaning. As a matter of fact, the “experts” probably love that kind of attitude, as it gives them a measure of the people's willingness to submit. For losers, whining is a safety valve, to stave off the kind of action which could dethrone the tyrants: for example: civil disobedience, refusal to file income tax returns, open violations of smoking ban laws, demonstrations and strikes; lawsuits, pressure on politicians to cut funding for public health propaganda and the endless production of epidemiological trash science, and (when and if necessary) cars turned upside down in anger — to drive home the simple and fundamental message: ENOUGH.
If riots occur for silly soccer games they may indeed be inevitable in this struggle. Personal liberties and dignity are being suppressed daily in the name of health and safety. The weak are weeping. The strong must fight back if liberty is to be restored. Fighting back means risk and work: possible imprisonment, confrontation, dedication, sacrifice and shifting of personal life priorities. At present, public health has the state behind it (actually, is seems that public health has become the state), and the state in turn has the legal monopoly of violence. History tells us, however, that tyrants fall to sufficient force.
Clearly for some, liberty and self-determination are not worth more than a whine, today. It is much easier (and safer) to set up moaning clubs, where criers consume beer (as long as it is legal, of course, then they will moan about losing that too) and go outside to smoke cigarettes in the cold (what a wonderful reason for moaning!) under the watchful, caring eyes of CCTVs looking at you for your protection. They will even give you an electronic ticket if you throw your butt on the sidewalk after “warning you” with an electronic voice.
Hey, the club participants may even imagine themselves to be conspirators or fighters, they may "smoke" electronic cigarettes and feel like rebels, to say nothing of making mock battle plans to feel like Napoleons. They can argue and fight each other no end about irrelevancies while commanding the armies they do not have. Finally, after smoking the last cigarette of the day outside their own homes and 30 feet from the walls (as per local regulation), they can hope that their antismoking neighbour did not see the cigarette's glow in the dark, and if not, the Gestapo may not show up to disturb their rest at the end of the exhausting virtual reality day.
Others can even interpret feckless whining as the "first essential step" of a revolution. Don't count on that. Don't expect complainers to become fighters. I have met many useless complainers in my twelve years of involvement against Tobacco Control. They do tend to progress from plain complaining, to fighting amongst each other, but retreat from the idea of actually fighting the tyrant. They progress from crying to quibbling, but too bad, the effective step never comes, and they remain locked in their two-step dance to avoid submission to common discipline to achieve a common goal. That seems to be what fighting oppression has become in the 21st century.
However, events may begin to prove me wrong, and that would certainly make my day. There are hopeful signs out there. Not only is real rebellion happening everywhere – from England to Germany to the US and many other places – but, especially, that rebellion is getting more and more coördinated, both locally and internationally. The day a thick crowd of angry smokers invades an antismoking gang's headquarter or some ministry of health and smokes right in the face of Tobacco Control executives, I will be with them to savour the culmination of my life's dedication to the fight against fraud and social engineering. I will also get drunk although I never touch alcohol. I hope that that will happen. I hope it is not an impossible dream.
One thing I do know: Mr. Potten, president of the Grumpy Club, is a shrewd businessman. I think that he understands deeply the yellow nature of Man, and he profits from it: kudos! Potten is shrewd. His club is pathetic. Moaning is the best form of crowd control and it has none of the risks of action. Cowards are free to delight in this. In the meantime, Big Pharma will keep on laughing all the way to the bank, and its creature public health will do so all the way to the Nazi Bundestag, unless of course, citizens with courage fight ever more forcefully in ever greater numbers.