Sunday, April 19, 2026

On Dervy's Guilt-Pride Denialism...

Dervy repeatedly claims that since he feels no "guilt" for America's historical enslavement of African-Americans, he can have no guilt-pride associated with it.  But does he also believe that white Americans like himself have no historical "debt" to black people for their former enslavement?  Does he feel no "obligation" to make restitution (or pay reparations) for their social suffering in the form of social justice?  If he does, Dervy's "guilt/ schuld" is simply manifesting itself to his own mind as a "debt", a debt that is still owed and which must be repaid (with interest).  And this is an obligation that he is proud to acknowledge.  It's what obsessively compels him to behave in the manner of a Woke Social Justice Warrior zealot, and constantly virtue signal the fact that unlike other whites who refuse to acknowledge their social debt, and that he is a loyal ally in Black's quest for restitution.  And Black History Month serves as a perpetual reminder of this historic American debt , a debt that must be repaid, can NEVER be repaid, and NEVER be forgotten!  "Never Forget!"  ...slavery (and white racists)... or in the case of Germany and Jews, the Holocaust and anti-Semitism!  And for this reason alone (acknowledgement of a debt), RACE must perpetually remain an ESSENTIAL feature of American (and German) life.


Slavoj Žižek and Alenka Zupančič, "Debt Inc.: Guilt, Credit, and the Algorithmic Future" (an excerpt)
Debt, Guilt, and Their Ambiguity

As Freud shows, for example, in his analysis of obsessional neurosis (the case study of the “Ratman”), debt plays a key role in this structure: obsessional subjects experience themselves as always indebted to the Other—be it the father, the Law, God, or the analyst. They are trapped in a paradox: on the one hand, they want to pay their debt, to be free; on the other, they endlessly postpone payment, because if the debt were ever settled, the Other’s desire would be extinguished—and that is unbearable. The obsessional solution, therefore, is to keep the debt alive. This gives them a sense of control over the Other’s desire (“I still owe, so the Other still wants (something from me)”), albeit at a very high cost, which can almost completely paralyze life, as we vividly see in the case of the “Rat Man.” Freud extends the fundamental logic of this compulsive structure to the functioning of religion in general, understanding the latter as a kind of “universal obsessive neurosis”: religion is not simply a set of beliefs and intimate faith; it operates as a system of practices and rituals aimed at managing anxiety and guilt in relation to the Other. Since, for Freud, there is at the same time no such thing as a completely non-pathological psychological structure, obsessive neurosis can be understood as one of the possible structures of “normality.”

In a slightly different register—one in which debt also resonates with guilt (as it does directly in the German language, where Schuld means both debt and guilt, though this connection is culturally more universal)—it is interesting to observe how this plays out in classical tragedy, and later in modern tragedy. As Hegel notes in his Lectures on Aesthetics, the force of the great tragic characters of antiquity lies in the fact that they have no choice: they are what they will and accomplish from their birth onward, and they are this with all their being. For this reason, Hegel continues, they do not in any way claim to be innocent of their acts. On the contrary, the greatest offence one can commit against a great tragic hero is to regard him or her as innocent; for great tragic characters, it is an honor to be guilty.[1]

To be guilty—to carry one’s particular symbolic debt—is to be, in the emphatic sense of the term. In this configuration, guilt pertains to being in a double sense: not only are we already guilty by virtue of existing (like in the tragedy of Oedipus), but guilt/debt also serves as the proof—the manifestation—of our being. Roughly speaking, we can see this logic at work later as well, in most of the classical tragedies.

In this respect, one of the most significant shifts that takes place with modernity is the idea that this symbolic debt, which once equaled (and justified) our being, can be taken away from us. In his reading of modern tragedy, as exemplified by Paul Claudel, Jacques Lacan points out that this is precisely what befalls his tragic heroines—particularly Sygne de Coûfontaine from the Coûfontaine trilogy.
“We are no longer guilty just in virtue of symbolic debt. … It is the debt itself in which we have our place that can be taken away from us, and it is here that we can feel completely alienated from ourselves. The ancient Ate doubtless made us guilty of this debt, but to renounce it as we can now means that we are left with an even greater misfortune: destiny no longer applies.”[2]
This possibility that arises with modernity is a possibility of a more radical alienation, which can lead to something like the sacrifice of the sacrifice itself: we can be asked or expected to sacrifice everything we have for a cause, but the next level, so to speak, is when we are then asked to sacrifice/betray this cause itself, the very thing for which we were willing to sacrifice everything. In this case, we don’t just lose everything we have; at the horizon looms the loss of everything we are.

In all these examples, debt functions as our attachment to the Other, who also bestows upon us our being. Yet we can also look at this from the other side: although the relation is not simply symmetrical, the Other too seems to depend on our debt—or guilt—for its own existence and prosperity. This, for instance, is something Nietzsche repeatedly exposed in his writings, taking Christianity as the model par excellence of this dynamic

Christianity, and particularly its Catholic strain, devised a complex system for forgiving and atoning for our sins, while simultaneously maintaining our debt to the Father and the Son who made such forgiveness possible. A sin that is forgiven, in this logic, amplifies rather than abolishes our debt.

This is the reason what Nietzsche insisted on the importance of the distinction between forgiving and forgetting: forgiving is a way of sustaining a bond—and with it, a debt. Forgiveness has a perverse way of entangling us even further in indebtedness. To forgive always somehow implies “paying” for the other, and thus turning the very act of injury and its forgiveness into a new kind of “engagement ring.” God forgives our sins by paying for them—by paying for them with his own flesh.

This, for Nietzsche, constitutes the fundamental perversity of Christianity: while forgiving, it simultaneously waves before us the cross—the instrument of torture, the reminder of the one who suffered and died so that we might be forgiven, the memory of the one who paid for us. Christianity forgives, but it does not forget.

One could say that, with the eyes of the sinner fixed on the cross, forgiveness creates a new debt in the very act of forgiving. It forgives what was done, but it does not forgive the act of forgiving itself. On the contrary, the latter establishes a new bond and a new debt. It is now infinite mercy—understood as the capacity for forgiveness—that sustains the infinite debt, the debt as infinite. The debt is no longer brought about by our actions; it is produced by the act of forgiving those actions. We are indebted for forgiveness.[3] This is the reason why Nietzsche counters the concept of forgiving with the concept of forgetting (“a good example of this in modern times is Mirabeau, who had no memory for insults and vile actions done to him and was unable to forgive simply because he – forgot”).

Christianity thus invented a singular way of maintaining and amplifying our debt—through the Savior paying for it, and through the Church forgiving our sins in His name. At the same time, for doctrinal reasons, the Catholic religion long struggled with—and resisted—the idea that today appears as an entirely natural precondition of debt, or its internal moment: namely, interest. More precisely, it resisted the monetary expression of the increase of debt, which it nevertheless very much practiced on the symbolic level.

Credit means that when we receive or borrow something—especially when we borrow money—our debt grows with time, and we must return more than we were lent. We pay for the time during which the Other holds us “in credit,” and we pay, so to speak, for the very access to debt. The notion that money could generate (more) money—that value could emerge from nothing but time—stood in deep conflict with theological orthodoxy. For this reason, in the Middle Ages only non-Christians (Jewish, and later Lombard or Florentine bankers) were permitted to lend at interest, often acting as intermediaries. Of course, this also meant that Christians could use them to lend money at interest without themselves being held accountable—thus giving rise to the classical antisemitic topos of the usurious “Jew.”

Friday, April 17, 2026

Post-Orban Hungary

Trump Begins Shoring Up His Crumbling TPUSA MAGA Gatekeepers

Securing His Greater Israel Project Donors in Their War of Racial Essentialism Against the Race Non-Essentialist (aka- Anti-Semitic) MAGA Skeptics via Media Conditioning
After Georgia's last TPUSA Event with the VP and No-Show Erika, they Need all the Starpower they can get.

Success Has Many Fathers...

 ...but Failure is an Orphan!

Ben Shapiro Takes a Bow and Victory Lap for Backing Trump in Trump's Iran Gambit.  Little Does he Know that He'll Soon be Under the Bus with All those other MAGA Who Criticized Trump for Following Israel's Lead in Executing the Surprise Attack.  Shapiro No Longer Has Any Leverage (All Used Media Gatekeeping for Israel) in the Endeavour, as Israeli Recalcitrance towards Ending the Greater Israel Project becomes a Liability in Executing Trump's Construction of a More Lasting Regional Peace. Keep up the Kayfabe with Israel Ben, Lest You End Up a Heel for Trump, instead of a Mere Tweener Tool!

America Didn't Need Israeli Help to Crush Iran.  It Just Needed to Decide to Do it (which is what Trump Did)

New U2 Anthem Is Cuckoo for CoCo-Pufters and CosPlay Revolutionaries

Kelly Rae Robertson, "U2 is getting victimhood wrong"
How a band that once honored the victims of 9/11 is now distorting what victimhood means.

Twenty-five years ago, in the first Super Bowl halftime show after the Sept. 11 attacks, popular rock band U2 did something that sent chills racing through an entire nation — maybe the world.

They opened with “Beautiful Day,” that soaring anthem of hope and resilience.

Lead singer Bono emerged from the crowd on the field, singing the first verse straight to the fans before stepping onto the heart-shaped stage. The music lifted the Superdome like a fragile promise that light could still break through darkness.

The tone shifted. When “Beautiful Day” ended, the music fell away — and Bono began singing “MLK” a cappella. It sounded like a prayer. Behind the band, a massive black scrim spanning the entire stage fell from the ceiling like a solemn veil.

As Bono sang, names began scrolling upward in bold letters: American Airlines Flight 11, United Airlines Flight 175, FDNY, NYPD, and the ordinary office workers who had simply shown up for a Tuesday morning. Nearly 3,000 names, grouped by the horror that claimed them.

Then the backing vocalist, known as Edge, struck the first chords of “Where the Streets Have No Name,” and the stadium roared — a deep wave of sound you could feel in your chest. The names kept scrolling as the music built. As the song surged toward its climax, Bono yelled “America!” — a raw, defiant cry that pierced straight into the soul.

When every name had been honored, the scrim fell. Bono opened his jacket to reveal the American flag sewn into the lining. No speeches. No slogans. Just raw, unifying grief and quiet respect.

I still watch that performance whenever I feel my world starting to shake. It hits me like a wave every time — goosebumps rising, heart pounding, tears coming fast. It pulls me straight back to those months after 9/11 — when the country was steady on its feet but broken open with grief.

In those same moments, I reach for reminders of how fragile life really is — and how lucky I am to still be here.

One of them is the documentary One Day in America: 9/11. You see people watching the towers burn — some frozen, others screaming, others running. Survivors tell stories of smoke-filled stairwells, floors on fire, people moving as fast as they can without knowing what they’re running from or toward. Firefighters haul heavy gear up endless flights, knowing they may never come back down.

One group of FDNY firefighters paused in the chaos, shook hands, and told each other what a pleasure it had been to work together. One survived — the one being filmed. The rest died that day.

Then there’s the mother of Mark Bingham, whose son called her from United Airlines Flight 93 to say the plane had been hijacked before the line went dead. She called back and left a voicemail — her voice steady but breaking — telling him the plane was most likely going to be used as a weapon, urging him to find others and fight to take back control of the plane. “I love you, sweetie. Good luck. Bye-bye.”

I can’t listen to that voicemail without my throat tightening.

That was the America I remember. Flags on every car, fluttering until they frayed. Yards lit red, white, and blue. Flight 93 passing over my hometown before crashing just 80 miles away. Funeral after funeral for fallen firefighters.

The brief talk of canceling the Super Bowl lasted only minutes. The decision to play was made — and U2 rose to meet the moment. They started with hope and delivered something sacred.

At the time, my own life was scraping by. That spring, after four long years of poverty, I graduated from Duquesne University. My blind, diabetic mom and I knew the fear of the heat being shut off in a Pittsburgh winter after my father died when I was 14. Instead of taking a full-time job with just a high school diploma, I fought to fulfill his wish that I go to college.

I was making $35 a night as an agate clerk at the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review — and $35 for every article I wrote. It wasn’t enough.

To surprise me, my mom skipped paying bills one month to buy me tickets to see U2. After being a superfan since the early ’80s, I finally saw them the day after graduation, on May 6, 2001. It felt symbolic.

They played “Beautiful Day,” and it felt like a promise — that life would get better.

Now, in 2026, U2 has released “American Obituary,” a song about Renée Nicole Good, a 37-year-old Minneapolis mother of three who was shot and killed during a federal immigration operation.

They frame her as a victim worthy of the same kind of moral weight they once gave the innocent dead of Sept. 11.

They are not the same.

The people whose names scrolled behind U2 that night had no choice in their deaths. They were murdered at their desks, on hijacked planes, or in collapsing buildings — blindsided by evil.

By contrast, this was a volatile, active law enforcement situation. By all available accounts, she made the decision to insert herself into that confrontation.

When U2 honored the innocent that night — and Bono cried out “America!” — they honored people simply living their lives.

Turning that moment into a lens for modern political narratives feels less like tribute and more like reinterpretation.

Nothing compares to the moral weight of 9/11. Nothing.

True victims deserve remembrance. But so does clarity about what we are remembering — and why.

U2 once understood that distinction. It's sad they no longer do.
U2 - Still Cashing in on Trauma Culture's Musical Therapy Industry