Herding cats…

My cat’s name is Georgia. A lovely calico critter with extra sharp claws. 8 years old, so no, her name had nothing to do with either the state or country. It just seemed natural to utter: “I dub thee Georgia”. I am not partial because, by coincidence, my cat has the same name.

I think a herding in the proposed sense is not necessary. We are better at an organic mode of dealing with things, in true libertarian fashion. At forming impromptu relationships to handle the tasks at hand. They tend to be more permanent, and in the long run, they (e.g. we) have more kinetic potential than herds of tasked hirees. Despite their tendency to overwhelm, they are gone now and we are here, dissecting the whole affair.

Perhaps some of them found a degree of intrigue and are reading here and there on their own dime. I refuse to believe that all of them were simply drones and so boxed in their cultural straightjacket that any possibility of infection is excluded. The dangers of becoming a dissident are not as life threatening as during the Soviet era. I don’t mean only the public face of it… perhaps rather more of a personalized inner MPD, seeds of doubt, as it were.

I had several email discussions with some folks from the other side. And the tone changed. It is rather subtle–they are still sticking to the narrative they started with, but the seeds of doubt took a hold and I have a hunch that the next time I won’t see them engaged. It won’t be, probably, an easy process, any indoctrination is not that easy to shake off as there is a solace in belonging and patterns tend to reinforce themselves by grabbing any straws available.

But subconscious knows, recognizes that something does not add up. And I can sense it,when it occurs in others.

I am not writing them all off, yet. And who else than me would have the right to be prejudiced? I still remember August 21, 1968 as it were today. The deep sound of Antonovs at 3 AM, and later a higher pitch of tanks rolling through streets. It is hard to forget, that helpless rage, despite the time that passed by.

“But we are not Soviets anymore!” Well, not by name, not by name.