Post some art or literature or music for idiots who want to become dictators

[struggle4progress]

Here's Rudyard Kipling's Man Who Would Be King

[Hekate]

1. Definitely something from Charlie Chaplin

[DemocraticPatriot]

2. Idiots who want to be dictators

like "art or literature or music" ?


Sorry, couldn't prove it by me.....

Are there any 'vermin' who like those things?

The only 'vermin' I know of are overfond of cheeseburgers....

(Hey, I like a good cheeseburger as well as the next guy....
but I don't eat them all week long--- frankly it its months in-between...)

[multigraincracker]

3. Song, Spring Time for Hitler from

the movie The Producers.

[Journeyman]

4. September 1, 1939 by W.H. Auden . . .

September 1, 1939

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.

Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.

Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.

Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.

Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.

The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.

From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
"I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,"
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the deaf,
Who can speak for the dumb?

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.


(For those who desire a greater understanding of the poem, you'll find an excellent explication at:
https://www.litcharts.com/poetry/w-h-auden/september-1-1939)

[struggle4progress]

9. +!

[Jim__]

5. Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

[50 Shades Of Blue]

6. From I, Claudius

[canetoad]

7. What trump really wished for on Jan 6

[B.See]

8. "Quick to judge, quick to anger Slow to understand, Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand "

[DoBW]

10. Doofus

[Kid Berwyn]

11. The Four Dictators

Los cuatro dictadores (1962) by Eduardo Arroyo



Four European dictators, from left-to-right: Francisco Franco of Spain, Benito Mussolini of Italy, António Salazar of Portugal, and Adolf Hitler of Germany.

The reason I bring them up is to remind us of what Donald J Trump, former (hurts to type) President of the United States, said about his own political philosophy that figuratively and literally puts the “dick” in dictator:

(I want) “my people” to treat him the same way North Koreans treat that nation’s murderous head of state. “He’s the head of a country, and I mean, he’s the strong head, don’t let anyone think anything different,” Trump told Fox News. “He speaks and his people sit up at attention. I want my people to do the same.”

SOURCE: https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-news/trump-generals-loyal-nazis-hitler-1393980/

Fuck you, Trump!

[usonian]

12. Spike Jones -- When the Fuhrer says we is the master race ...

[Celerity]

13. NOFX - The IDIOTS Are Taking Over (featuring Fat Donald and El Putin)