Straussian Exoterica Explained

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Folks I know
say that Cheney and Bush and Wolfowitz and them are just natural-born
liars but they're missing the entire point. There's nothing natural-born
about it. When a neocon lies, there's a whole damned philosophy
to it. There was this Professor Leo Strauss down at the University
of Chicago back in the sixties, who had it figured out that folks
like you and me are too stupid to understand what’s going on, so
it’s up to the government to lie to us for our own good. So when
you go home tonight and the TV says the war in Iraq is making America
safer and that America is promoting liberty around the world and
the wife says well ain't that a sweet load of crap back to the TV,
you just look over and say, honey that ain't just any old crap,
that's Straussian
exoterica
. If that don’t impress her I'd like to know what will.

I have taken
the time to look into this subject and I will explain it. Leo Strauss
was a philosopher and a big fan of Plato. Now I'm not up to speed
on my Plato. I even got him mixed up with Goofy that time we took
the grandkids down to Disney but the gist of Professor Strauss'
thinking is that sometimes the government needs to hide the truth
from the common people, for the common good.

The way it
works is you have your exoteric idea and your esoteric idea. Exoteric
is what they choose to show us (kind of like the halftime show in
the Superbowl a few years back. I mean I didn't ask to see Janet
Jackson's right one. But the media went ahead and decided it's what
me and the family was going to see). Same thing with the fellas
who work for Mr. George W. Bush. Sometimes they decide what it is
we need to see in the media. Let's say that the President gets up
one morning and decides to bomb the living bejesus out of another
country over there. And let's say that the esoteric reason (that's
the true reason, the one we ain't likely to hear about) is that
Bush wants to control all the oil over there and because Israel
just called him up the night before and Israel's sweating bullets
cause the way they figure it is this new enemy country's gone nookulur.
Now the president knows how much of a strain that kind of thing
would put on the rest of us. That's where your exoteric reasons
come in, the ones they tell us. So they tell us this new country
is helping kill our kids in Iraq. And anyway it's world headquarters
for Al Quaeda or some damned thing and, while we're at it, we might
as well kill all the terrorists over there before they come over
here.

So Mr. Bush
goes on TV and he says bring it on again like the baddest cowboy
in West Texas and he kicks butt all over the Middle East and we
get all the oil and America and Israel get to carry on with their
special relationship (kind of like that special relationship the
wife had with the UPS man that year she was out on worker's comp).

I talked about
my grandkids already, little Merle being my favorite (you guessed
it — they named him after me). He's seventeen now and he says to
me the other day I'm going to join the Marines when I get out of
high school. I says you mean if you get out of high school. He says
whatever. I also says take them earphones off when you talk to your
grandpa and why the hell anyway is the crotch of your pants down
around your knees? He just bounces his head along with the hip hop.

So I says,
What you want to do that for Merle, join the Marines? He says, it
will make me look tough. I says you'd look a sight tougher you took
that earring out, but he don't hear me. He says the Ay-rabs (that's
the way he says it) are our enemy. I says maybe some are and maybe
some ain't but what kind of sense does it make to bomb the crap
out of all of them over there in I-raq (in his particular parlance).
It just makes them hate us all the more, don't it? I says where
did you hear the Ay-rabs are the enemy. He heard it on TV. TV? I
says. Remember that Super Bowl and Janet Jackson's right one flopped
out and they told us it was a wardrobe dysfunction or some damned
thing? Well didn't we have a laugh over that one? My point being
boy you don't believe everything you hear on TV.

Now I ain't
unpatriotic. I guess they have to lie once in a while cause they
know what's best. They ain't about to tell the likes of me what's
really going on in the world any more than I'm likely to tell little
Merle about that duffle bag full of weed I blew through that year
I come home from the Nam.

Anyway, I explained
all this to the wife the other night. Now she has a habit of watching
TV even when I'm talking. Hell, especially when I'm talking. I says
you ain't heard a blessed word I been saying. She stops to think
and just when I figure I have her dead to rights, she says if they
think we're giving the grandkids over to their damned wars they
must really think we're stupid. Let them send their own damned kids
to die she says. I says what about a draft, you ever think about
that one? This Iraqi thing keeps on going and they're just as like
to come and take the boy.

The wife thinks
that one over for a bit and her face gets all red and she says to
me that's around the time when she's gonna take the twelve gauge
down.

And that’s
just the exoteric and the esoteric of it.

April
19, 2007

Michael
Nolan [send him mail] is a
freelance writer. His work has appeared in Common Dreams, LewRockwell.com,
Dissident Voice, and the Vermont Guardian.

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