The Best Bitch on the Net, English version, 23

23. THE WILL TO POWER AND CLINICAL INSANITY...))

“You see, Reb, long story short, we were both born quite a long time ago and entered adulthood in a completely different era. The social structure was different, as were the ruling class, aspirations, leisure activities, and vision of the future...” Wie-the-Poo sighed heavily. 

“Let's say, Poo... So what?” Rabbit pretended to frown.

“What do you mean, so what? It couldn't help but lead to severe psychological trauma, which underlies our entire so-called adult life, and it was this initial trauma that determined our entire future development...”

“Again with the generalities, and it's completely unclear what specifically you're unhappy about...” said Rabbit. “Every life begins with trauma, which for everyone is their own birth. Read Stanislav Grof, my friend...”

"I have read him, you know... But I'm talking about something else... You see, when we were young, the ruling class was the creative intelligentsia. Everyone, even the workers, understood that the main thing in life was the painstaking and constant creation of artistic values and works of art, that is, creativity as such. And even if the workers did not share such values deep down, even though it was explained to them in popular terms, adjusted, of course, to their cultural level, that creativity was also the main thing in their work, they did not feel entitled to say anything on the subject and argue with writers and professors... They sat quietly, lower than the grass, and lay under the fence on payday...

“Well, well...” Rabbit smiled, “Go on...” and smiled again...

“And then the intelligentsia was simply dismissed... And all sorts of enterprising gophers, pretending to rely on the opinion of the ignorant masses on the simple basis that the masses are, alas, the electoral majority, seized power...”

“Well, there is some truth in what you say, of course...” Rabbit agreed in a mentor-like tone and continued, "Of course, the varnas of classical Indian society have described reality quite accurately since ancient times, and we find their analogues in the European Middle Ages, and everywhere else for that matter. Yes, any society is always divided into four groups, two higher and two lower. The higher ones are the clergy and the military, the Brahmins and the Kshatriyas, and the lower ones are the merchants and farmers, the Vaishyas and the Shudras...

“The working class, damn it, the peasantry and the business rabble!” Wie-the-Poo clarified heatedly.

“Don't interrupt, my friend...” Rabbit asked gently, “I think I understand what you're trying to say, but hear me out...” You probably think that power has been seized by one of the lower castes, namely the merchants and traders...

“Well, yes!”

"No, my friend... That would be too simple... The very nature of power is such that, even with all the desire in the world, it cannot belong to those who do not have a real innate inclination for it... Merchants and traders are not cut out for this at all... They only want peace and prosperity, which they achieve in the way that seems most obvious and simple to them from youth, namely through the acquisition of wealth through commercial operations... Having achieved a certain level of prosperity, the Vaishyas, or, as you put it, the business rabble, try to dress more richly, furnish their homes more luxuriously, buy premium cars, and so on... But, I repeat, first and foremost they strive for personal well-being, not power... Those who strive for power are often quite indifferent to the interior decoration of their lair and their suits... Let us remember Stalin or any other dictator... Yes, their position and status certainly oblige them to conform to a certain level, but that's not the main thing for them...

“Then what is it?” Wie-the-Poo interrupted again.

"It's simple, my friend... The main thing for them is that people simply bow down before them... It doesn't matter how cool your car is or how much your house resembles a gingerbread house, but when I appear, you will kneel before me and suck my dick, and if you suck it so well and diligently that I cum and fill your mouth with my sperm, then you will also smile obsequiously, and when you get up from your knees, you will sincerely run to tell all your friends how welcome you are at court... That is the essence of Power and its very nature! — and, extremely pleased with his own importance, Rabbit casually lifted his own ears above his head...

“But then it turns out that the pursuit of Power is akin to a disease!” exclaimed Wie-the-Poo, and also smiled conspiratorially.

“That may very well be, my friend... But what surprises, upsets, or disturbs you about that? Who knows, maybe our whole life is just a disease!” The Rabbit once again graced the world with his Brahmin smile and, wrinkling his nose, slightly adjusted his pince-nez...

“That's why I say we need a new revolution!” Wie-the-Poo exclaimed again.

“Who needs it?” Rabbit smiled again. “You?”

“Everyone!”

“No, my friend! Only those who seek power need it... That is, those who have an excess of sperm in their testicles...” And Rabbit raised his thin eyebrows meaningfully...
For a while, they both sat silently on their bench, dangling their feet over the yellowing autumn grass...

“Maybe you're right,” Wie-the-Poo finally broke the silence, “but if I have an excess of sperm, doesn't that mean that God himself created me this way for a reason, so that I could fulfill some kind of Great Mission?”

“Ha ha, of course!” All those who strive for power are convinced in their hearts that it is God himself who has inspired them to follow this path! Ah-ha! The Rabbit laughed sincerely, “I'm telling you, my friend, you are miserable, sick creatures...”

“Maybe we are sick,” thought Wie-the-Poo to himself, “but we are the ones who have belonged to the highest castes since time immemorial, not anyone else!”
Rabbit looked at his friend as if he had read his thoughts but didn't want to admit it... Wie-the-Poo looked back as if he understood everything too...

“Okay, fuck it! Let's go to the store, my friend!” And Rabbit jumped off the bench first...


TO BE CONTINUED...


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