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The Orgy as the New Olympic Sport

Posted on August 2, 2024August 2, 2024 by admin

This article is based on this Dutch article of Martijn Benders

In the previous episode, we unveiled an astonishing paradox: the communist hardliners, who seemed to have an ideological chasm with Thierry Baudet and other neoconservatives, shared exactly the same taste in art.

But it gets even more striking when you consider that, on the opposing side, the USA, art and intelligence services were completely intertwined. The prominent Cultural Cold War warrior, Thomas W. Braden, who served as the executive secretary of MoMA from 1948 to 1949, joined the CIA in 1950 to oversee its cultural activities. Braden noted in an article in the Saturday Evening Post titled “I’m Glad the CIA is ‘Immoral'” that American art “won more praise for the US… than John Foster Dulles or Dwight D. Eisenhower could have bought with a hundred speeches.”

Modernism as a weapon of propaganda. John Hay Whitney, a descendant of the immensely wealthy Whitney family, succeeded Rockefeller as president of the Museum of Modern Art in January 1941 so that Nelson Rockefeller could focus entirely on his coordinator duties. He declared that art stood out as a line of defense because it “could educate, inspire, and strengthen the hearts and wills of free people.”

It is essential to consider that the United States and England only took action against Hitler when it became clear that the Russians were winning and all of Europe risked falling to communism. Hitler, sponsored by the Bush dynasty, was originally intended as a counterweight in Europe against ‘the commies’ and as a sort of scarecrow to fill the religious-colonist project Israel, started in 1925, with emigrants.

After World War II, the domestic security service decided that people returning from extermination camps should be shadowed because they might have “communist sympathies” gained in those camps. This fact only came to light 70 years later, thanks to the Parool. Similarly, it was only 70 years later that it was revealed that Lucebert was a Nazi during the war, and thus a Nazi had been celebrated as the ‘Emperor of the Canal Ring’ after the war. Why was a series about the Jewish Council, which also downplayed the resistance, only made after 70 years? After 70 years filled with exciting boys’ books about the heroic Dutch during the war?

No, that secrecy term (50 years, extendable to 75 years) meant to keep government officials out of prison – it is the anti-democratic heart of our system – we pretend to have an open society, but all important matters can be declared state secrets without any oversight.

“I’m glad the CIA is immoral” – would someone also feel this way if the torture practices were not targeted by skin color?

Judo

I watched a judo tournament for the first time in my life yesterday. Judo is supposed to be a ‘combat sport,’ but we can hardly call this clumsy, boorish display a martial art. What I saw were not the fluid movements and graceful throws I had expected. Instead, it looked more like a blocky struggle, a contest where brute force seemed to triumph over technique and finesse. The commentator spoke of ‘anti-judo,’ which turned out to have won the fight over everything else.

I thought, why can’t I switch to the graceful and much more artistic Kung Fu? Because Kung Fu is not recognized as an Olympic sport by the committee. And what about Karate, why is there no more Karate?

According to Reuters, karate was rejected during the Olympic bids because the organizers said that “the sport lacked entertainment value and was unable to attract a younger audience.”

Earlier, I had witnessed an audience chanting “OLE OLE OLE OLE” during the judo finals, even though the finalists were a Georgian and a Japanese athlete. Apparently, this was the level of entertainment and cultural engagement this sport offered the audience.

And karate, that’s something for old people. As a sport, you need to have entertainment value, just as poets needed to become ‘visible’ according to cultural officials, which essentially meant that your follower count became the decisive element for cultural reach.

But if your followers refuse to chant “OLE OLE OLE OLE,” then you still have an inclusivity problem. Karate had too low an “OLE OLE OLE OLE” factor, and the blocky sport of judo, where you can see two people mold each other in slow motion, proves to be more popular and universal.

And the ultimate winner Barbara Matic was not even a transformed man, so the right-wing audience could derive little dopamine pleasure from this event. Or wait, maybe they could: Barbara Matic’s father was arrested after his daughter’s victory for inappropriate behavior:

A 24-year-old volunteer ensured that all spectators found their place in the impressive judo hall. During Matic’s quarter-final, however, things went wrong. She saw a man standing on the stairs and approached him. According to his ticket, he needed to sit further away.

In broken English, the man tried to explain that he was the father of the Croatian judoka who was on the tatami. The woman accepted this explanation and turned a blind eye.

When his daughter won, the Croatian man grabbed the volunteer by the shoulder and kissed her full on the mouth.

The victorious euphoria and the sexual ecstasy are comparable in this bronze ritual where two bucks endlessly wrestle in slow motion. We are the little champions, OLE OLE OLE OLE.

But it was the tolerance of this volunteer that eventually did her in. Had the man sat in the designated spot, this strange escapade where victory euphoria and sexual conquest proved interchangeable – yes, that supreme moment when the universe suddenly lies at the man’s feet – OLE OLE OLE OLE – this celebration of squareness, of blockiness: all this could have been avoided by adhering to the rules? By allowing no exceptions?

Allow exceptions, and you will regret it as a Psyborg.

That is probably the moral we can draw from this event. When will the pornographic orgy finally become an Olympic discipline? Because all this wrestling with each other in thick judo suits, come on, it’s a dated bronze ritual with little entertainment value, and do young people really watch this?

So to then be grabbed from behind and kissed by a Boomer? What repressed sexuality, wouldn’t it be better to finally offer the real Olympic physical machine achievements a platform? Pornography desexualizes, so the risk of inappropriate behavior afterward will likely decrease significantly.

Martinus 02-08-2024

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Castles Get Kicked in the Bricks each Summer

Let’s face it: some backpacks just carry your stuff. This one tells your entire life philosophy in one ridiculous, multilingual joke. Imagine strolling into a museum, a bus stop, or your ex's new wedding—with a bag that declares, in ten languages, that castles are always the losers of summer.

Why? Because deep down, you know:

  • Tourists always win.
  • History has a sense of humor.
  • And you, my friend, are not carrying your lunch in just any nylon sack—you’re carrying it in a medieval meltdown on your shoulders.

This backpack says:

  • “I’ve been to four castles, hated three, and got kicked out of one for asking where the dragons were.”
  • “I appreciate heritage sites, but I also think they could use a bit more slapstick.”
  • “I’m cute, I’m moopish, and I will absolutely picnic on your parapet.”

It’s absurd.
It’s philosophical.
It holds snacks.

In short, it’s not just a backpack—it’s a mobile monument to glorious collapse.

And honestly? That’s what summer’s all about.

Philosophy thirts

Feeling surveilled? Alienated by modernity? Accidentally started explaining biopolitics at brunch again? Then it’s time to proudly declare your loyalties (and your exhaustion) with our iconic “I’m with Fuckold” shirt.

This tee is for those who’ve:

  • Said “power is everywhere” in a non-BDSM context.
  • Tried to explain Discipline and Punish to their cat.
  • Secretly suspect the panopticon is just their neighbour with binoculars.

Wearing this shirt is a cry of love, rebellion, and post-structural despair. It says:
“Yes, I’ve read Foucault. No, I will not be okay.”

Stay tuned for more philosophical shirts and backpacks, as we at Benders are working on an entire collection that will make even the ghost of Hegel raise an eyebrow.

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