Rat Riotism
PAT RIOT ISM
”Wee the proud nation and we shall hold our heads high, as we are proud of…”
- What? -”He used to let them out in the field and then, riding his stallion , he went after them with a ”nagajka” –(a horse whip with a metal bolt at the tip- a simple weapon, able to slice like a knife and hit like a hammer) ”He”- was supposedly my grand-grand uncle and ”them” were ”the Jews”. His name was Zgerski-Kasho and the family myth was told by my grandfather. His whole life he told the stories of ”us” coming from an over-upper-class Russian aristocracy . The legends, confirmed by an 1800th hundreds photograph of a pre-pubescent kid, dressed in what looked like an outfit of a doll: white ”pantaloons”, with a black ”puffy” costume and a white color, under the surprisingly long hair for a kid of 5 or so years old. Specially considering that my grandfather (represented on the photo was bold as a knee). If you can imagine an IXXth century`s male doll, you may get the picture. This precious photo, although an original (pre-Photoshop), was his only proof of the glorious days, when a whole town was named ”Zgersk”, as the one belonging to ”Zgerski”- thus us. I was too young to feel pretty much anything, hearing those stories. No pride for the nobility, no rage against the anti-Semitic mini-”ZZ”, they had going, no disbelief. Nothing. As a 5-6 years old, I only remember getting an imaginary picture in my head of a bunch of naked men running through a field, chased by the horsemen. Killing them. As if whipping (instead of kositj, kosoy) them into dead- one by one. As a kid I`ve learned, that my true name should include ”Kasho”, but during the communist`s repressions a double name was a sign of aristocracy (as in pre- 1917 revolutions` ruling elite), which could easily lead to a working camp or even an execution. So my family has dropped it. According to the legend that is. My mother, however- she ”always knew”, that we were Jews. My round ass, my father`s multitude of talents: an artist, a musician, a writer- all the Semite`s typical trades. Being sober she loved it, while being drunk- she hated it in me. Judaism was the pretend, under which me and her (my mother) have tried to stay in Sweden. Jews are presumably hunted and persecuted anywhere and everywhere, so one needed no war to proclaim one`s self as a refugee. ”Pogrom” is an ancient Russian word, describing a whole villages taking to their axes and hummers to physically rid themselves of the Jews. My dearest mother tried to get some sponsorship for my higher education in exchange for our once a week visits to the synagogue. The rich Jewish community- a typical prejudice, actually held some truth: the money revolving within the Jewish community was astonishing. I remember watching dumbstruck as a couple of security guards literally were loading cash into a minivan. Those many millions must have been the one week`s donations` worth. In the end we ended up staying in Sweden as the result of the 1994 amnesty- everyone got to stay. Turks, Yugoslavians, Arabs, Russians- no matter what you problem was. It was the day that I felt a certain relief in being able to drop this mask of belonging to a religion or a culture, that I knew absolutely nothing about. I never got any educational sponsorship from the ”Jews”, while my father, who also moved to Sweden… He, contradictory to our ”ancestral nobility” has fought for the Israel, against the Palestine, as a journalist. To simplify the matters. Being a columnist in the Soviet’s equivalent of the ”Times” magazine, he wrote one specific article on the theme. It could be compared to writing a pro-terrorist-Jihad-Al-Qaida page in the American version. He stood for the Jew`s rights to have their own land, while the USSR were generally siding with the Muslims in this case. Bare with me- all of this is coming straight to the point. Consider it a prologue. Thanks to those articles, eventually he has lost all of the imaginable favors and benefits as an excellent ”Arabic journalist” from amongst others the Saudi Arabian. Money, respect, career advances- all were lost. My mother was furious, seeing him throwing away every chance at a care free future for the whole family for something that he described in his idol`s quote: ”If the Jews shall be the ones persecuted- I shall proclaim myself to be a Jew”. It was a confusing ride of the soul searching. We were presumably these ancient bunch of Russian/Polish aristocrats. My father dedicated his life to studying the Arabic language and working amongst others in Egypt, where I was born. Then he fucked it all up, siding with Israel. My step father, whom my Mom married, when I was about 6, was an ultra intelligent, conspiracy-theory-historically driven anti-Semite and also an Arabist. I remember as a kid, hearing as a consolidation from him and my Mother: ”you are Russian- don`t worry. In the Judaism one can only be counted as a Jew, if one has a Jewish mother and my mother was a Russian/Arian as it goes. Thus, as a 6-7 years old I had quite a plate full in my mind. I`ve learned on the emotional level by then, that being a Jew is something to be ashamed of. I did not know anything of their history or religion and by all counts I was not one of them! It`s just as if in my head I had a fascist caricature of a skeleton-like Jew, with a crooked nose, a phony smile and a sack of money, stolen from the Nobel Arian/Russians. Took me years to almost get rid myself of this image. A freedom fighter for the Jewish nation, a respected member of the community, whose articles are still easily can be found on the net: just type Dimitry Zgersky. (* Seemingly the Microsoft`s Word contains my family name. Underlining in red as a mistake “Zgersky” is actually “Zgerski” when fixed ) My father died, while I was in prison. I wasn`t allowed to come to his funeral ceremony. Except that there wasn`t one, as I found out later. The first time I did visit his grave, was almost a year later. I found myself standing on a tiny 2×4 meters plot of mud, hidden behind a few private villa`s in the outskirts of Göteborg, in front of a piece of a card board. The name, written with a permanent marker has washed away by the nordic acid rains. All I could see was a hardly defined letter ”Z”. His legacy. My family, my name. Hamsters and cats often get at least a piece of rock with a name. Sponsored by the Synagogue, the Jews- those, he risked his freedom and sacrificed his opportunities of wealth for. Believing himself not to be a Jew, he still fought for their rights- just to be fair, he thought. At the time I begun studying the secret society`s legacies. You know- if you look at a dollar bill really closely: you will see the pyramid, with the eye within the triangle under which it says “the new world order”. Yeah- all that, you know… My father has spent the last of his days in the “The Temple of The Free Mason” building, crowned with the same eye in the pyramid. A long story… Investigating it would be like an Indiana Jones without the treasures, but with all imaginable ass kicking. I may venture this path one day, but for now I`m too big of a nobody to begin investigating the secret orders. For the first time I felt a nationalistic rage, without a nation,- staring at that piece of this disintegrated ”post it” note, commemorating a great man`s life. Man, who did more for the Jews, than all of the Russian/ pretend–Jewish refugees in Sweden combined, was commemorated by them with absolutely nothing?!! A piece of cardboard? I never cared how if at all I may be buried. Burned, fed to dogs, rot in a forest- as a dead person I would probably not care much. Yet- the whole ceremony of the last farewells wasn`t my idea and since it was there- my dad has deserved it. I stopped and thought. Who the fuck am I then? Born as a no one will ever prove for sure: the Russian nobility or a Polish Jew? Both or neither? My grandmother was Finish, so by the Jewish standards my father wasn`t a Jew, even if he tried. I was born in Egypt, from the Russian parents, yet first came to Moscow at the age of 5. I have lived in Sweden for more than half of my life, while hitting puberty in Lebanon as a 14-year old (step father worked there). At the age of 17 my Australian artist and history teacher, but most of all my mentor have said: ”I`ve met a lot of Russians. I know Russians. You are not Russian” At my upcoming narcotics trial I am signed in as a ”man without a state - stateless”. PRIDE, BLOOD and the TEAR TATTO of being RUSSIAN We- the Russians are the proud nation! A simple patriotic statement, that has so much manure to nourish it. *History Of course- it is a knight on a white horse, slaying a dragon, that represents us. Our proud tricolor is our flag. -The Russian flag, as you may have noticed consists of 3 colors- the very same used by the French, amongst others. It has been re-adapted in the post communist Russia, being historically a navy trading-ship flag. Still: it`s a mighty powerful symbol, that makes people tear up. Our hymn is a rewritten text to the Social United Republic`s melody`s one. We were screwed by the world`s banks for 100 years ago to instigate the revolution and we are still getting screwed by the same secret societies if you choose to believe this. Maybe the more mandarin truth is that any country and any nationality is the way it is due to the climate, geography and the dumb luck. The first ones providing the physical nourishment, whilst the matter of chance may do the rest. -The actual facts are: we were besieged and concurred and fucked by the Tartar-Mongols (yes, the tiny north tribes of today, from whose name ”mongo”, meaning retarded Swedish word is derived. -We were so good at killing ourselves, (not by the Swedish 80-es suicidal path, but the tribal warship) and actually so stupid, that at one time we were forced to beg a foreign king to take over, before we were to annihilate ourselves completely. -Slaver, Slavic- a word, that touches every Russian`s patriotic nerve actually means ”a slave” in the Nordic languages. -We won the WWII! Barely. As well as with the Napoleon- it was mostly the brutal Russian winter, that has frozen the enemy. Not the ”genius” general Zhukov`s strategic intelligence- the most famous military leader was actually famed for slaying his own troops, by throwing them as if they were the snowflakes in a snow-ball fight. -The world had its Ch’ing Gis Khan, Alexander the great, Napoleon, Hitler and so on- those that came close to ruling the entire world- whether in their ambitions or by the fact. Empires were created and destroyed. British empire, for example- once ruling from South Africa to Australia, from America to Canada, from India to Ireland. The tiny Britain. Russians? No- nothing of the sort. We may pride ourselves on our peace loving nature then, except we were never peaceful- the very creation of the ”Russians” as a nation, comes as a result of the brotherly slaying in the tribal wars gone out of control. We just lacked the brain and the ambition to turn our bloodlust into a successful imperialistic plan, but we still often pride ourselves on our ware some nature. There is not a time in the Russian history when we weren`t at war with somebody- least of all with ourselves. To be fair- this is our legacy- being too big for our own good. Containing within our borders every imaginable culture and religion, race and nationality. Another, more critical point, that I am leading to is that I love to piss people off. If you tell me it`s black- I`ll rip another one, trying to prove it`s white. Honestly- I don`t care for the nations or countries. I am against patriotism. That is my major point. Russia may be called the greatest nation ever just as easily- both culturally and scientifically. What I am getting at is an attempt to understand the nature of patriotism- the feeling of pride and superiority, connected to one`s nationality. Yes- in my point of view nationalism and patriotism are no further apart than the two sides of the same coin, with fascism as a cant… cunt. -We lost the Finland and the Afghanistan wars- the tiny countries, to say the least, comparing to the world`s largest. Us! No- not U.S.- us! -We are a proud folks! No we are not. We loved the iron hand to steer us to anything from killing/selling out our own brothers to sucking metaphorically our own dicks. We served a monarch after a monarch as the complete slaves, living in shit, until the communism came. Then it got worse. Science: -Yes! The first object, animal, man, woman in space. The first vehicles on the moon and the probes on the Venus and Mars. Because we were smart? Yes, but mostly because of the Cold War. Every year at the Red Square parade, we, as if the result of the classic ”short penis” complex, we were showing off our humongous nuclear rockets. Just to balance out the scale- same time the Americans were executing the brightest and the bravest (M.L.King, J.F. Kennedy, John Lennon etc.) and beating the crap out of the “damned hippies” for voicing their pacifistic opinions. Culture: Classic is the word for our culture. Literature, that is a euphemism for boredom as the ”War and Peace”. Famed for the doom and gloom is our literature. Brilliant nevertheless. While Peter thje first brought us some European culture, the commies fought hard to clear the nation from any intellect. So- it goes in waves. Up`n down- you win some, you loose some. None of our artists are famed for being groundbreaking. Not a single new, revolutionary movement comes to mind, when thinking of our art. There is no Van Goth, Alfonse Mocha, Picasso, Salvador Dali, Andy Warhol… We were good, excellent- yet conventional. Technically superior, but so is a 20 Mg pixels digital camera. Music: Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninoff… Yeah, yeah- pop music amongst the classics. Normal. Nothing out of line. Good. Very good. When it comes to the actual modern pop music- it`s an embarrassment. First we were fed with the pseudo-folklore tunes ”oy-babu-oy-lu-li, mu la-luli-zaveli” during the USSR times, replaced by such a poor quality modern music, that even the most of the patriotic Russians can`t stand the shit. All of a sudden we got a glimpse of the true pop talent, combined with an interesting image: 2 lesbian teenage girls of ”Tattoo”, with their beautiful hit: ”They not gonna get us”. Soon to show that they were not lesbian teens and all of their very essence, including the hits were produced by an American. Russian TV. You have to be Russian to experience the true boredom and the lack of originality or talent. Surely- remaining the largest country in the world, we must have and still produce some talent! Yes- we do! By the pure chance we must! However if we were to be compared to the world- our greatest achievements are our war gadgets. Not even those- the Migs airplanes and the Kalashnikov were long surpassed. Still- patriotism is strong within us. *A foot note: don`t you get cocky. American`s, with their illiterate, over religious, racist toothless hillbillies, voting for a coke-sniffing retard, such as G.W.Bush, - TWICE are not exactly the role models. Nor is the brainwashed, robotized Japan with the number 1 suicide rate- reason mostly being work-related. Or the glorious Sweden, slowly selling out to the American empire- bit by bit, selling its` very essence, becoming yet another Americanized whore, “doing it for the dollar”. Sports: A subject so far to me that I can take it as a cold case example, or rather a model of patriotism. We were number one at hockey! In fact still- 30 years later, I meet young Swedes, who remember the team member`s names. Sport is an excellent example of how a nation can feel superior for the fact, that they have a man, who was born within the countries’ borders, who is exceptionally good at hitting a round plastic puck with a bent wooden stick. As for the Russians- I just made an example of a reverse patriotism. I can do the same the other way: Russia is the world`s greatest, largest and most peaceful empire. We are the most educated, culturally as well as scientifically nation in the world. We are every religion, nationality, race and culture imaginable, living peacefully under one roof. Except that both of the statements are bull shit and are here as the examples to the main theme: PATRIOTISM: I always wondered- as a patriot or a nationalist or a right wing extremist- what is it exactly you pride yourself in? Being born in a certain place at a certain time from a certain couple of people? Where is your part in this? I assume (as I believe any sensible human being does)- pride is derived from something that we deserve- an accomplishment, a deed. I may be proud of my children by proxy, for I took quite an effort to raise them. I am even being proud of my grand children, but I cannot pride myself in my parents. Much less can I feel superior for the shade of my epidermis or the geographical point of my birth? I am, however not free from this ridiculous pride either. Meeting a ”new-age” mysticism freak, I`d feel a certain joy, telling that I was born only a few miles from the great pyramids of Giza and that I am the Dragon by the Chinese calendar: something that women tightly squeezed their vaginas, to hold the kid inside a few minutes more, until the time shifted to another sign. Such as I am- a Millennium Dragon. Or the fact that I am the first of the Zodiac signs. I don`t believe in astrology in the conventional way, still- I find myself grabbing at these meaningless facts… I wrote”Millennium Dragon” with the capital letters, without even thinking. In other words- I am in no way above these feelings of superiority, based on a pure universal chance or in other words- a roulette, with black and white. Still- I realise how ridiculous they are and I never express them outwards. It must be as natural as breathing- to look for self confirmation and so on, however I shall leave this to the psychologists. To summarize my whole being a “Pirat Party” member, an anarchist and all that… As always- there is someone, who have said it better. A couple of thousands of years ago, in fact- half a century before Jesus. ”Beware the leader, who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor, for patriotism is indeed a double edged sword. It both emboldens the blood, just as it narrows the mind. As the drums of war have reached a fever pitch and the blood boils with hate and the mind has closed, the leader will have no need in seizing the power. Rather, the citizenry, infused with fear and blinded by patriotism, will offer all of their rights unto the leader and gladly so! How do I know? For this is what I have done. And I am Caesar.” Julius Caesar
