By Benners-Fox Vail
Satire is without question a misunderstood art. It employs Irony as it’s bulwark and requires a sense of humor. It is often mistaken as Sarcasm, although a close ‘cousin.’
Satire requires Knowledge, Erudition and boldness and is usually dismissed as “yellow” journalism by its targets. And yet without it, we are left with the mundane status quo media, offered for popular consumption and designed as a disingenuous panacea for an already satiated mob.
What the f%$k was that?!
Satire is Truth not denied but elevated to an Art.
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Other than Voltaire, two of my favorite Satirists are Ambrose Bierce and the Duc de La Rochefoucauld.
Here are some my favorite quotes from these monsters of Satire:
From “Reflexions ou sentences et maximes Morales”-La Rochefoucauld.
“Pity is often feeling our own sufferings in those of others, a shrewd precaution against misfortunes that may befall us. We give hope to others so that they have to do the same to us on similar occasions, and these kindnesses we do them are, to put it plainly, gifts we bestow on ourselves in advance.”
“There are various forms of curiosity: one, based on self-interest, makes us want to learn what may be useful, another, based on pride, comes from a desire to know what others don’t.”
“Suspicion on our part justifies deceit in others.”
“Humility is often merely feigned submissiveness assumed in order to subject others, an artifice of pride which stoops to conquer, and although pride as a thousand ways of transforming itself it is never so well
disguised and able to take people in as when masquerading as humility.”
“In every walk of life each man puts on a personality and outward appearance so as to look what he wants to be thought: in fact you might say that society is entirely made up of assumed personalities.”
From “The Devils Dictionary”-Ambrose Bierce
Battle, n. The method of untying with the teeth a political knot that would not yield to the tongue.
Alliance, n. In international politics, the union of two thieves who have their hands so deeply inserted in each other’s pocket that they cannot separately plunder a third.
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Diplomacy, n. The patriotic art of lying for one’s country.
Religon, n. A daughter of Hope and Fear, explaining to Ignorance the nature of the Unknowable.
Idiot, n. A member of a large and powerful tribe whose influence in human affairs has always been dominant and controlling. The Idiot’s activity is not confined to any special field of thought or action, but “pervades and regulates the whole.” He has the last word in everything; his decision is unappealable. He sets the fashion of opinion and taste, dictates the limitations of speech and circumscribes conduct with a deadline.”
A little history here.
Bierce wrote his brand of cutting Satire around 1906. The first version of “Dictionary” was titled “The Cynics Wordbook.” This is a must read for Satirists.
La Rochefoucauld wrote the “Maxims” in 1665. It reads very much like “Dictionary.” I believe Bierce was a fan of La Rochefoucauld and ‘borrowed’ many of his definitions from the “Maxims.” In either case, these masterpieces of Satire should be read and enjoyed by anyone who identifies with the Inner Pragmatist!


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2008
Tulse Luper and Me
By Michael Ryan
Tulse Luper and his 92 lost suitcases… what a brilliant man…a complex man, an enlightened philosopher and a prisoner…I am that prisoner ornithologist without wings of my own… Tulse the chronicler of events chronicled his life with order with the catalog of an archivist of everything in and of his life… a very linear man a very shredded man… he says that we need to discover and we need to find all of our pulsating suitcases of spasm and tone and short breaths of memories…I have lost all my suitcases like Tulse.
I think my problem is that I had become a publican and I don’t mean in the strict political party definition I mean in the classical sense of the ideology of the Republican cum Empire going back to Roman times…a member of the bourgeoisie running scared blaming everyone… I left all of my life wrapped in past issues of time the Magazine stored in boxes and other suitcases filled with everything like pictures and scraps of written paper…I ran to the life of the Bohemian as an intellectual rascal not out of skill or true desire but out of rebellion unless my comfortable middle-class bourgeois lifestyle took my life to sated fat headed nonsense and a brain tumor so I left the Catholic Church by training and Catholic schools and I left my very parents and all others’ council… I took a suitcase and I granted the military my life just to get away which just piled on more discipline more puritanical ideals more Publican ideas…Republican ideas of conservatism stagnation status quo limited involvement to the needs of other’s static stagnant intellectual pursuits of violence and war as conventional thinking by the narrow viewed citizen of the republic… this as my true nature this was my background but I ran to the rule of freedom after that the loss of civility… I ran to intellectual pursuits again for the fresh air but the wrong reasons and I went and I went on the road in a rude gravel rebellion.. I didn’t really have the background I didn’t really have the intellect… I didn’t really have the taste or the desire that need to assist rebellion…now I’m older and the early programming is taken over again…I am too lazy to even become what Nietzsche calls the last man… I’m no longer capable of being a free thinker or being liberal and soft or progressing forward and expanding instead creating a fat stodgy limited thinking clone running out of breath without any more darts and my fat sticky fingers stuck on the remote…I’ve lost the will not only to power but to scream at the sky in disgust and curse the godless heavens for being so unconcerned at my plight…
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