C'EST LA GUERRE (49)

In accordance to my intentions and recent received orders, I ignored the specimen who followed trying to keep up appearances with us in his so peculiar way. Then I headed to the lieutenant saying:

— Congratulations, Lieutenant — I told her — "pour votre petites touches de rouge à lèvres... C'était délicieux, aussi." I say this Lieutenant, because we can consider your little arrangements in accordance with the order, as a provocation to our hominid. "Après votre toilette" we know more about him, we know that he is a magic- artist; he paints and only we have to hunt and share the products with him. It has been really instructive, Lieutenant. Congratulations again.

— Thank you, sir — she said. — J'avais besoin de mon boudoir seulement, sir.

She speaks French very well, perfectly... my dear secretary .. C´est charmante!  She is killing me "doucement" with her ​​song ...! — I thought to myself — but back to what matters...

— You can see, Lieutenant, "notre gentilhomme" is telling me that all these deer and quadrupeds in general that he has drawn in the sand, all will be mine because he knows how to hunt and if the spirits are favorable. Actually, according his magic method, the hunter just should carry out the simple procedure of to go looking for the animal, or if it is a war, the victory against an enemy tribe, the hunter (now a warrior) has only to visit the battle field because everything is already fixed by the formality of magic. The old trick of the magic as "logos", as a link between the human beings. What has always resulted in the unilateral power, in a one unique direction. All the History of the Humankind goes through this axiom:  faith of two (or more, until millions) generates the power for another.


— I understand it, sir. — She said, noting to the Neanderthal that continued with his gesticulations, like if he were organizing a hunt based on his "documents" in the soil — Life without words belongs to the bestial. And this is the power and increasingly the current policy where the silence is ever imposed.

— We are fortunate having no power or ideology, Lieutenant — I replied — We have had a wonderful day (until the apparition of the boss) despite we are hunters and warriors. So we are winning this war toward the emergence of sapiens definitively. We are fortunate being part of our movement for Real Democracy, against this absurd and anti-human democracy around the planet no more than religious, ie governed by fascists. Unfortunately today we vote for what we believe, but not for what we know.

— Exactly, sir. There are no parties today, Sir, but systems where a very bad politician makes mediocre to other politician of another party which is also bad. Everyone is going against the people. Everything is already as crystallized in an impenetrable system for the people who are still losing the scarce achievements of the past, obtained thanks to the work, study, innovation, science, enterprise of all and to the honest and more valuable politicians. How it is possible that during the cold war it was much more welfare and horizons than now where everything is peace except the crisis that politicians make suffering to the people? And I think in this, the "media" act as priestesses, execrable priestesses of power since all their verbal paraphernalia hides from us this - she pointed to Neanderthal -: this delayed beast which rules the destinies of human life on Earth. The media are between this and us, the "humanity people". The media are cosmetics, toilet of the Neanderthal power. — I nodded, and after a pause she added — I see in our specimen an ideologue, especially mentally retarded, since the last Neanderthals were capable of speech. The space-weather instead of the space-time.


— Here he goes, Lieutenant, — I said pointing the specimen — he is just talking with me but through a show-conversation before all the world. An immeasurable disrespect for me! A sort of public execution, if it depended on him. Anyway Lieutenant, what you have said I think is a great synthesis on this case, Lieutenant. With universal and present implications.

— Thank you, sir. — She said — He has an active reptilian brain still, primitive, with no area of ethics, or morality. Everything becomes his big game, possession, all is his food. Flee or fight ... No social nor relational possibilities. Just power.

— Flee or fight... Lieutenant — I said — Undoubtedly our wonderful prisoner should be feeling really bad since he can not fight, let alone escape. He should be already about to invent a God.
Moreover Lieutenant, I take back my previous order not to talk to witnesses about this appeared issue since it is impossible. — I lifted my head slightly toward an invisible camera and I added — We want to be helpful as far as possible to our superiority and our cause victorious.