Having read numerous histories of WWII, among the most interesting facts analyzed after the fact was the handling of information obtained surreptitiously through intelligence. Various authors have pointed out that once code-breakers at Bletchley Park cracked the Enigma machine code, they were presented with the problem of which information was actionable. That is, if the Allies acted upon every intercept, the Germans would soon know their communications were no longer secure and change codes to evade the Allies.
Since I will surely be accused of “conspiracy theorizing” regardless, because I dissent from most all the official “truths” promulgated by FedState and its corporate minions and apparatchiks, I will go right ahead and pose a theory or two. I hasten to recall that many substantive “conspiracy theories” of the past few years turned to truths with the passage of a modest amount of time. Recounting them all - and especially the venom spewed on them when posed - is too painful to recollect and reiterate here.
Anyway, this line of thought emerged as I read a piece by Roger Kimball yesterday, entitled The Surveillance State is on the March. Therein, he references a thoroughly dispiriting opus by Jacob Siegel - A Guide to Understanding The Hoax of the Century - thirteen ways of looking at disinformation. These essays capture the essence of the revolution which has already destroyed the former Constitutional Republic, with astoundingly little notice or resistance. These pieces make clear the abysmal depths to which we have sunk, in an almost banal manner.
I commend both of these for your consideration as exceptionally worthwhile (and profoundly dispiriting). Any summary I might make could not do them justice. Please read them.
Kimball says of Siegel -
“If I had to summarize his findings, I would emphasize three points.
First, that “after the pretense of fighting a foreign threat fell away, what was left was the core mission to enforce a narrative monopoly over truth.”
We see that everywhere, whether the subject is Trump, Jan. 6, COVID, Russia, the joys of transexuality, or the brittleness of the Constitution in the face of the perpetual emergency foisted upon us by the permanent state.
The second point follows that brittleness: “The pattern in these cases is that the ruling class justifies taking liberties with the law to save the planet but ends up violating the Constitution to hide the truth and protect itself.”
And that brings me to the third and most fundamental principle that Siegel has uncovered in this harrowing piece of work: That the ruling class, the elite that officiates over the ceremonies, perquisites, and directives of the deep state, are bound by one overriding conviction.
As a class,” Siegel concludes, “their highest principle is that they alone can wield power.”
No one who reads this essay can doubt that this is true.
As I say, things are always worse than they seem”.
My juxtaposing broken Nazi codes and today’s surveillance state is to pose the following questions: what if the apparatus of the “security state” which reigns over us is, for the moment - like the Allies in WWII - biding its time? What if, rather than hundreds of rolling early-morning SWAT raids, we are merely being assigned secret “national security credit scores” - rankings for later active neutralization - as part of an in-depth database consisting of the entire digital life of each and every one of us?
Surely, if ChatGPT4 in private hands can do what it does, it would be a trivial matter for the NSA, with unlimited resources, to rank the digital lives of the roster of its subjects here in these dis-United States for “subversive tendencies” or “Russian interference”. If you think such a database is far-fetched, I must ask what you think is stored (exabytes? yottabytes?) in the NSA’a Bluffdale Utah Data Center (and who knows where else)?
In considering these abysmally depressing matters, I wish I could have some stiff drinks, but alas, I’m allergic to alcohol. If I drink, I break out in spots - spots in Pittsburgh, spots in New York, spots in Las Vegas, or who knows where. Allergies notwithstanding, it doesn’t feel like there is much else to lose.