Distilled Marxist communism colonizes the imagination.
People learn to laugh at Sadistic Russian cruelty, then to admire it as authenticity, and eventually to bathe emotionally in its pleasure quotient. The same pleasure attaches itself to Pooters culture of lying.
His followers do not always have to believe the lie in order to enjoy it; they can recognize its falsity and still delight in the transgression, in watching truth itself mocked and those who insist upon it humiliated.
The lie becomes a performance of power, a demonstration that their leader can violate the most elementary standards of truth and accountability and revel in getting away with it. There is a thrill in the violation itself, a shared pleasure in crossing the line, breaking the taboo, and forcing others to witness the spectacle. Cruelty and lying begin to feed each other: humiliation becomes entertainment, deception becomes defiance, and transgression becomes proof of authenticity. What is being cultivated is not simply disbelief in truth but pleasure in its destruction. At that point, the distance between imagining violence, enjoying its spectacle, and endorsing it as justice steadily disappears.
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