This is called democracy.
"Olt now has plenty of water and is golden brown. It rained a lot at night. It's sloppy. Like almost always for thirty years.
Morning coffee and mineral water. Artesia – »puritate vulcanica« – of course and of course, I try to take the first sip, it would be nice, but the cap keeps getting stuck in my nose, because the cap can't just be unscrewed, the cap has to stay on the neck of the plastic bottle, absolutely there it should stay because it is environmental protection.
I turn it around for a while, looking for a place for my nose, then I nervously tear it off and throw it in the garbage, the cap separately, in the last fifty years or so, I have never thrown the cap and the bottle in the garbage separately, but since it can't be unscrewed, I always have.
Environmental Protection.
This is a substitute act, like almost everything nowadays. Substitution, babbling, stupidity, the apotheosis of the stupid, the incompetent and the unnecessary. Environmental protection, animal protection.
The walk to the camp was maybe one kilometer for me, until I got there, I was constantly watching for bears, I was afraid of bears. There are signs everywhere: »Caution! Bear danger!' Because bears come into populated areas and litter here. Why is that? This is because, according to conservative estimates, two to two and a half times as many bears live as they should, compared to the area's ability to support game. Then they go to the suburbs of Brasó to pick up trash. And everywhere. And someone is attacked almost every day.
Just now, a nineteen-year-old girl was killed by a smaller female bear. The girl was climbing a mountain. Died. And the local professional hunter shot the bear dead, because the bear was feasting on the girl's corpse. There is nothing more dangerous and terrible than when a wild animal gets hold of human flesh. So the hunter did his job and shot the predator dead. And what happened next? The hunter was arrested for poaching. The leader of the green NGO was able to declare that there was nothing to be done, "life for life".
It would be nice if once, just once, the lives of these greens were put on the line. But it will never be like that. They sit in Brussels and anywhere in a big city and tell what can and can't be done.
Is this situation good for people? No, it is not good. Is it good for bears? No, it's not good for them either. Who is it good for? For stupid and unnecessary greens. The ones who can't even unscrew the cap from the bottle and think they've done the world a good deed. This is their obsession. To do good to the world. To work ceaselessly for the "public", social sensitivity, environmental protection, animal protection, let's stick to the concrete, pour tomato juice over the world-famous works in museums, everything will be better because of that, and let's broadcast all this diligently and continuously on social media.
Today, we compulsively produce ourselves everywhere, for example on social media.
Social totality is subordinated to our own production. Everyone produces themselves to attract more attention. The compulsion of self-production leads to a crisis of community. The so-called »community«, which they swear by everywhere today, is nothing more than the reduced form of community, its commodity and consumer version. It lacks any symbolic binding force.
Byung-Chul Han writes this in one of his masterpieces, his essay The Disappearance of Rite. Yes. And if there is a little symbolic binding force in something, it is laughed at and insulted. Yes, today all incompetent idiots talk their way into everything, and this is called democracy. A terrible, humorless, despairing parody of democracy…”
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