Ref.: 'The Hit'        


Q.: Groovy little number, gloomy groom of doom. Adversities always cheer you up. Disaster is the main
       source of your diffident energy. You ain’t any better than the evil watchers.
A.: I am a positivist observer, Gina. Don’t enjoy to see the world going down. I feel compelled to halt it. 
      I wanna be useful. I’m a rebel looking for a cause.
Q.: All you’re looking for is the next rhyme. You wouldn’t go to fight if your life depended on it. You are
       a coward hideaway in self-imposed custody. Making fun of it won’t deter the slaughter. But what better 
       could a needy Ledermaus do? Than playing Batman in his somber cave…
A.: I am joking because serenity is the foulest of styles. The devil itself. Only irony can hold up an offensive. 
      I’m bound to entertain the troops.
Q.: You’d better tease their chauvinistic mindset then. Not mocking their C-n-C’s like a nasty phoenix.
       You are an inglorious outsider without any status quo. The fewest of the few. The Party of one mad man. 
       Dreaming about his Armed Forces in the dark of the day. Taking no side in a conflict is an ornery 
       escapade. Who you think you are? A creepy clown of the strayed. 
A.: Since I am financially disengaged, I only have kudos for the butcher of Baghdad. Unlike the extended 
       warfare with the Ayatollahs, this little Blitz is truly frantic. A Stalinist invasion of the misplaced on 
       their affluent neighbor. A patriotic bank robbery that mobilized the entire military complex of the world. 
       And gave the lame duck of the White House his craven kiss of history. It is a parody of the habitual
       geodrama. A bloody operetta. How you want me to react? With a pacifist protest song? Lennon couldn’t 
       pull it off any more.
Q.: So you don’t find an international coalition against a common foe an evolutionary smash? It is the first
       assessment of such entente in the history of mankind. A landmark event on whatever pretext.
       Paradigm shift of the revolving battlefield.
A.: All it demonstrates is the fragility of our relative coexistence. The common dependence on pipelines. This 
      is not a local event like the Balkans. No place is more lucrative than the Orient. As long as the Rotschields 
      run the planet, thing’s won’t really change.
Q.: So The Party would oppose a raid on Iraq? To have the aggressor punished. 
A.: Even if directed at saving the Sheiks, it’ll be perceived as a global aggression against something Islamic. 
      If America leads, the factions are united. Christians have no more right to dominate the Levant than the 
      Israelites. Everybody knows it is sheer eco-colonialism veneered as a humanitarian crisis. Yankee go   
      home and clean up your own house before bombing Iraq. Why we don’t just let them exterminate each 
      other, I cannot comprehend. So much could be spared with a little diplomacy. But intelligence doesn’t 
      work. Brutality does. And the spectacle of destruction more beautiful than ever.


Q.: Quite an idealistic proposition from an absolute outsider. What on earth do you know about trades?
      You never had any credits. Not even a bank card. Hadn’t made an income or signed a contract in your
      whole feigned life. You are a business illiterate. Completely inexperienced in material matters. And what’s 
      more, nothing interests you less. That’s why you are poor. Not because of the spell of the Hexagram.
A.: I’m unconditionally worshipping Moloch. Just cannot serve it. That’s my apolitical disorientation.
Q.: You are an overage punk casualty with no credential to put your two cents in the altercation of greedy 
       warlords. You have no idea how it’s going on. 
A.: When time died seven years ago, the continuum imploded. Chaos has taken over the stratosphere. The
       digital cathedral of the computer age was raised upon medieval foundations. It is a clash of zones we are
       encountering, not just another race war. The youth culture has been extinguished. A melee of bullshit 
       faiths took over the land by surprise. Armageddon is a battle of the poles. Geography is no longer the 
       final frontier. The interest rates are significantly lower than in the era of ideologies.
Q.: I don’t care too much about your subrealist overviews. You are addressing a concrete theatre of war
with no passionate discernment between its actors. Is this new objectivity not too pretentious for a US 
       marine? Shouldn’t you rather commend a solution for the conflict than taunt its occasional leaders?
       You have no empathy for the suffering of the people.
A.: The people is a concept subjected to manipulation. I’m only addressing the honchos of the warring states.
      The elected dummies of the V?lkerschlacht. The mummies who give their names to the skirmish. The 
       paper heroes soldiers had better ridicule than follow.
Q.: You seriously misinterpret your alleged mandate, prisoner of bad conscience. It’s never been our mission 
       to recruit deserters. Any neuter you’re trying to sound, one can never be sure whether you’re pro or 
       contra. Your lack of consequentiality is sociopathological.
A.	Overnationalism is an idealistic conjecture. Our borders are not topographically drawn. And we don’t
       distinguish the colors. We see it all in black and white. No matter who kills better. We are on an ethic 
       crusade against all nations and beliefs. Our world wide war is on crime. And who’ll be able to stand?
Q.: All you ever wanted was to make a hit song. Any travesty would do. Negation is the only means you got. 
      Cannot constructively contribute to the process. How does it feel to be a parasite of history? A pariah of 
       evolution. A mutant without class. A serf without master. Crossed out of the book of the living.
A.: I don’t have the faculty to join any convention. That’s why I had to formulate my own. I don’t believe
      in neither god nor man. The fates are busy sowing the web of destiny. But the future is indeterminate 
      hence preventable. Almost everything depends on us. The lack of hope is no reason to give in. Subversion 
      is our duty. Immortality’s at stake. What we need is a radical overhaul. Resetting the clockwork to the
      Zero Hour. 
Q.: Oh how sinister a toylamb can sound! You haven’t got a clue about the price of a gallon, do you?
      Can’t even drive a car or anything. It's easy to be esoteric when you’re vacuous about the vagaries of free
       markets. Do you think scuffing his horns will mortify Beelzebub?
A.: Our main enemy is the solar system that exploits and obliterates us. Our single objective is to get out of
       the Milky Way in one piece. Life is navigation on a river dark and lazy. Debacles give us the thrill. 
       But nothing shall corrupt us again.
Q.: Refusing both stands is an anarchistic disposition. The human specie is a sacrificial brood. Treason is 
       a personal issue that can’t be mass produced. A mental luxury. Tribal hegemony is the only way to
       progress in our murderous galaxy. Eccentrics are frowned upon.
A.: The showdown is no longer between peoples. The Judgement is moral and individual. The main enemy 
       is always within. True despots know it best. Beware of your next door neighbor, not of distant 
       strangers. First take back Washington, then the streets of Kuwait.


Q.: Righteous accusation but not the most actual. The Great Satan’s just succeeded to consolidate the
       divided nations. It could be the Aurora of a new world order. The foundation of Paradise regained.
A.: Any big she might win, America will lose the holy war of imposing democracy on devoted fanatics.
      The fragile compact will disintegrate as soon as the monster’s defeated. The great benevolence will 
       bitterly backfire. The OSP would never campaign for converting believers. We don’t fear any God.
Q.: Please don’t thrive on tawdry contradictions. No song will alter the genome any nicely sung. And you’re
       not exactly Bing Crosby, sonny. Just a bankrupt rocker trying to roll on.
A.: We are calling out the camouflaged elite for a clandestine takeover of the media. Focusing all vigor on 
      the ethic cleansing of the overpopulace.
Q.: Your hollow rhetoric is at a vast variance with your blazing logos, my weasel word. Won’t be popular with
       the plutocracy. ‘The Hit’ won’t top the charts in a trice. Besides, it’s too long.
A.: It is a tryptich of three equal parts. Can be sliced for independent releases. First we have to find a producer.
     This operation is an all-out emergency. If the showcase is over too soon, we have lost our credits. I’ve sent
 my files marked confidential to Douglas P and Boyd Rice. It’s got to be industrial musick. Ideal for military fashion shows.
Q.: Still pinning your faith on the brotherhood of men, don’t you? Can’t face the fact that you’re wholly 
       alone with your lies. Your amateur home-demo will hardly make a lasting impression on crackerjacks. 
       It’ll fly into the dustbin with your stamps and logos speedier than light. You’ve got to do it yourself or it 
       won’t be done. Whoever would like to collaborate with a nameless obtruder?
A.: Even if I could it would make no sense. You’ve got to be somebody to be heard. I’ve always been a 
       dwarf pleading for the hand of giants. But this project is a quantum leap. Down with the puppet 
       governments of corporate slavedom. Forward to the counterrevolution of Antichristian reprisal. 
       Traitors to the Earth unite! I’d find it irresistible.
Q.: You’d like to establish a counter-alliance if I’m not mistaken. A multilateral resistance movement 
       against the overall decay. Tell that to a record executive and you’ll leave the office in a strait jacket.
A.: This record should conquer the Mideastern market. We’ll add to it some oriental touch. I want to be 
       on the Saudi Radio. Loyalty is a obsolescent errand. It deserves every sarcasm. 
Q.: This is not an artistic issue, Spiel! If you were just a poor songwriter you'd maybe have the hunt. 
       But coming with such a seditious ontology revokes all your chances. Bono might stop the war if he  
       wanted, not your infantile mockery.
A.: 'The Hit' is a tune for all ages. A suite of nursery rhymes memorizable by a six-years old. Its only goal
        is to make the war pigs laughable. And denounce the peacekeeping forces of the UN. Changing but its 
       disposable Nomicon, it could remain a standard anthem of the pacifist Overnationale for all future 
       occasions till the kingdom come. An evergreen of the permanent reproduction.


Q.: Do you regard the USA an evil empire?
A.: No. Imperialism with a human face is vastly hypocritical but not inherently malevolent. Bold naivety is 
      the American way of life degenerated from the Quakers. Ronald Raegan could tear down the Berlin Wall
      with it. But his successor is not so ingenious. He’s quite aware of his cosmic mission. He’s deliberately set 
      the slow train on the rails to Gehenna. The third world war begins here. It’ll be chaotic and uncivil.
Q.: And what about his antagonist? A corrupted despot. Isn’t the cause responsible for the effect?
A.: Saddam Hussein might have gone insane but magnificently executed his program. He filled the vacuum
       the cold war left behind. Disaffected everyone with a single move. No fiasco will diminish the feat of the 
       attempted takeover. I empathize with his wild ambition a lot more than the Pentagon’s stratagems. I 
       should be less unbiased.
Q.: Isn't it spooky that it's all predicted in the Bible? The spectacular movie is shot at its very location. It
       smells like reenactment. Defying probability.
A.: With the death of Time in 1984, we have entered the sector of evacuation. Fulfillment of prophecies 
       is the terminal deceit. The very horse I am riding backwards.
Q.: Your detergents might be fine, but the method of your brainwashing is way too mechanical. Could you 
       concretely name the thing we are up against at least?
A.: Yes. It is fidelity. The cancer of the mind. The number of the elect is beyond class and tongue. The 
       Nazarene’s boundless lenience is no lesser damage than the Muslim Brotherhood. It all goes back to 
       Mr. Abraham – the patriarch of Monotheism. The arch Nemesis of the Atheist Church. I don’t care 
       about how Mohammed looked. My adversaries are Dracula and Jesus. I’m playing it safe. Leave 
       Islam to the brave Salman Rushdie.
Q.: And what about the Golem of Judaism? The Isaac Story before you fall asleep.  
A.: That’s what I’m trying to say all the way. Every religion is equally Satanic. They're all founded on the
      hate of the other's god. Allah is no more different of Yahweh than Enki from Enlil. Before Osh God 
      was One. One minus one makes None. The OSP is a third path out of the black. The grey power of the 
       final fusion. Grab your weapons, outlaws of the Bardo. Our frontline is assembled to defend the virtues
       of true capitalism. We are the children of debauchery and decadence. Pioneers of a homocentric
       regeneration. Dedicated to Mother Goose.