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Not that it matters. Schwartzenegger's symbolic weight's his obvious value. The cabal's project, the overall edifice, crafting Centurian Amerika one step at a time, through indirect suggestion of reassuring nepotism, arrangements that just could've been set in place by grandfathers and grandfathers' associates -- but of course weren't! None of this about what's shown in public, overt presentation of values. Instead, the cabal's appointees, backed by mobs, intel orgs and all the money in the world -- march on unimpeded, in acquision of full-spectrum dominance, to hide their true faces behind the sum of a thousand little messages in the suckers' lives every day. That, plus fresh gore in constant flow wherever in the Empire possible, coupled with chillingly bad prospects for most -- that is, everyone left behind the losers.
Symbols, all forming the tapestry in concert. Ol' Nazi Thurmond sent off in grand affair of state, segregationist cops the norm, prison and unemployment numbers for blacks that point to systemic racism, prison-labour and cop job-security scams whose funding is sacrosanct, welfare 'reform' that charges through legislation when portrayed as punishing black women -- and so on.
Reagan didn't need to be an actual cowboy and slaughterer of aboriginals to be an effective icon for 'Texas justice.' Mecha-cop Schwartzenegger signals the high-tech cowboy's entrance onto the set. With his 'robopath' image in films, the settings burnt-out dystopias, every citizen jailed indoors, watching for the next false-flag atrocity to come on teevee. This artist's pallette: dehumanised machines and bloodthirsty, absolutely obedient androids, hyperweaponised assassins of few words but many kills. And, of course, the Nazi-White Nationalist material. Success.
It's the aggregate affect, the propagandist's unspoken warning. Messages sent and noted, a wink being as good as a nudge. All of a piece with the ruling cabal's clashing-civilisations ursupation of power: Thank you, Operation Paperclip.
Again, this wretchedness hides behind the proles' braindead affection for easy answers and synarchism -- divinely inspired, infallable leaders. Fascist avatars with nice teeth and never a scarcity of money for cops. Emmanuel Goldstein on team with Family Values. It's about what makes rulers hungry to rule or, as virtues-czar and imploded libertine William Bennett might say: 'Somewhere tonight, someone's having fun... Ah! To be there! To be able to slit their throats, to watch the blood run, and let them know they're being taught a darn good lesson!'
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