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New Age "Asiatic" thought ... is establishing itself as the
hegemonic ideology of global capitalism. (Zizek)

Tuesday, March 7

there is superstition...

Writing on the wall -- in this case, of my now sadly mothballed Chief Blogging Officer site -- I first talked about David Icke here and here. Today, I'm reminded (via mail from Barnaby McEwan, mentioned in the previous post) that perhaps it's time to trot Davey out again. While the following isn't exactly late-breaking news, it's worth resurfacing in the current context...
  • David Icke And The Politics Of Madness
    Where The New Age Meets The Third Reich
  • by Will Offley

  • On the face of it, few people would credit a retired soccer player who rants about a world takeover by blood-drinking lizards from outer space as being much of a threat to democracy. And as a general rule, they would probably be right.

  • David Icke, however, is an exception to that rule...

The full article begins by explaining that after playing soccer, Icke morphed himself into a BBC-TV sports announcer, then national spokesman for the British Green Party. All that changed again, however, when he engaged in "a political evolution that was to begin with his expulsion from the Greens and wind up with his current involvement with anti-Semitism, neofascism, and lizards from Mars."

I tend to agree with the lizards from Mars theory -- how else to explain corporate management? -- but he also promotes the long-discredited Protocols of the Elders of Zion and intimates that the Holocaust wasn't really all that big a deal.

It's tough to find a better example than David Icke of the contemporary convergence of New Age and Nazi ideas. But while Icke is certainly colorful -- he gets easy press for his invisible saurian overlords -- Mystic Bourgeoisie is after bigger, more prolific game: the tens of millions who already believe, as notes Stevie Wonder, in things they don't understand.

Perhaps the most important thing these millions don't understand is that what may at first appear an odd and uniquely modern confluence -- New Age and neo-Fascist -- actually reflects a common and deadly deep historical root.

w/ an introduction by Umberto Eco