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<html><head></head><body>I have first-hand experience of seeing a cult in operation. I was never a member, but I was close enough to it to witness how a group of young people who all shared a hobby ended up being part of a genuine cult, with its own Svengali like figure and adopting an apocalyptic vision for the future. I witnessed friends suddenly drop out of their studies, become distant from their families and, on one occasion, watched an initiation ceremony take place from a distance and all because of one man, who claimed to have had great wisdom and “insider knowledge” and who gathered enough people around him to make his cult happen.I was in my late teens and living far away from where I live now; that time of life when secondary school is winding down and one is working out what happens afterwards. Like a lot of young men around 13-25 and who weren’t inclined to be sporty I joined a gaming club. There we played various types of wargames, Dungeons &amp; Dragons, Call of Cthulhu, Traveller and other types of role playing games. The guy who ran this club was called Paul and he was 25 years old at the time. He’d hired this suite of rooms upstairs from a Chinese take-away which consisted of half a dozen rooms with tables and chairs with the intention that gamers would book one of those rooms to run their games. It ran all weekend and everyday in the school holidays so, at first, it seemed ideal. But it was the personalities there that led it into being a cult.Paul was the dominant figure there; his game of D&amp;D was the most exclusive and sought after game to get into and it was strictly invitation only. He provided the venue, the players and affirmation if you made it into his game. I ran a game for players who didn’t care for D&amp;D and we became the “outer circle”; the ones the D&amp;D players viewed with suspicion. But our money was as good as anyone else’s. Paul was a big guy, well over 6 feet tall and heavily built. He held court in the club and afterwards when we would decamp to a local, late night coffee shop to hang out. He had an apocalyptic view of the world and would preach a message of doomsday: Never ranting, never OTT, his method was to listen to some 17 year old kid talking about what they were going to study at university whereupon he would say “and after 3 years of studying and planning you get your degree, look up in the sky and see the nuclear bombs going off” with a mocking smile on his face. If challenged Paul would say “I have insider knowledge…I know Colonel Hackworth.”Colonel David Hackworth was a former United States Army officer who served in the Vietnam War and was, “eccentric” to say the least. As well as being a decorated combat officer he also ran a brothel and other business interests and was almost court-martialled. He was also involved in the strange “First Earth Battalion” which experimented with New Age Philosophies and pagan magic and which can be read about in Jon Ronson’s book “The Men Who Stare At Goats”. After the Vietnam war had ended, Hackworth became a commentator on military matters and would be an extremely staunch critic of the US military and government going so far as to claim on multiple occasions that the United States desired starting a global nuclear war. He moved to Queensland, Australia claiming that it was a place that was safe from nuclear attack and that’s where Paul met him. Paul was now fired up by what Hackworth had told him and now began to preach this end of the world message to the young people in his circle: There was no hope for them, no need to study, no need to start a career, no need to form long term relationships. Paul broke up a relationship between one of his inner circle and the sister of one of my friends. This friend desperately wanted to be in the inner circle but was kept out because he was seen as bossy, egotistical and too enthusiastic. As Paul told Ron, the inner circle person, he had to break up with the sister in front of her face, my friend was told to sit outside, wait, and not intervene. I, along with the others in my group, pleaded with our friend to stand up to Paul and protect his sister but he sat there, slumped, saying nothing. If we went to the café afterwards, the person who was absent that evening would be slagged off by Paul and his cronies. One inner circle person was getting too big a personality in his own right and had to be purged. Paul started a rumour that Rod was starting a “witches’ coven” and that he dabbled in black magic. The rumour stuck with some as Rod kept his personal life separate from his social life and was, if not actually a loner, someone who was comfortable in his own skin and didn’t require the affirmation of others.In reality, it was all projection on Paul’s part. He introduced secret ceremonies into the club which only his closest crowd were involved. Pretty soon all his group, plus some others, started wearing pewter pentagram pendants around their necks and would quote the Book of Revelation or Aleister Crowley. One by one, people started dropping out of university, getting low status menial jobs instead of the careers they originally wanted and became detached from their friends. In the end there were 3 of us left who didn’t go along with all this. I always refused to go along with Paul and would clash with him often and another friend of mine spied on one of Paul’s private gaming sessions and witnessed a black magic ceremony taking place. I didn’t need any more convincing and about 4 of us quit that scene. A few years later I heard that Paul was now a guidance counsellor at a secondary school to which a former gaming colleague said “God help those kids”.That experience of seeing a cult form, work and the kinds of personalities that are involved has stayed with me over the years and I spot the signs of such personality types and behaviours from time to time. I seem to be able to pick a “wrong ‘un” or someone who is likely to become a victim of a cult in any group dynamic. Fortunately it doesn’t happen very often. The things I observed with the gaming cult I see mirrored in the more destructive and murderous cults such as Heaven’s Gate or Jim Jones’ People’s Temple but also in the political cults that have emerged in recent years. Not all have to be murderous, but they are powder kegs which could become murderous.The current political Left are often described as a cult. The worship of the NHS, the adherence to mantras, doctrines and core ideology, the detachment from wider society are all hallmarks of cult like behaviour but I would say that the Left’s current beliefs and actions are more like a religious faith than a cult. Cults need leaders, actual human beings who can be held up as paragons whose wisdom and judgement can never be questioned. The Left don’t really have such figures, Greta Thunberg being the closest they have but as she’s already a mouthpiece for someone else it’s hard to call her a leader…her status among the Left is more akin to the Virgin Mary. It’s not the blessed leader but the ideology that is sacrosanct and can never be criticised.By contrast the Right do cults easily. Mussolini and Hitler showed how it could be done and Oswald Moseley gave it a good try in the UK. Since the defeat of Nazism and Fascism in World War 2, some who claim to be on the Right are a cult in search of a leader to show them the way. For a while General Pinochet was seen as this person but, in the end, he wasn’t good enough…after all, he had a referendum on his leadership of Chile. The Austrian economists had their devotees but some of them, particularly the Austrian Austrians like Mises and Hayek weren’t radical enough so the American Austrians like Rothbard and Hoppe were held up as unimpeachable sources because they’re prepared to go much further. But these economists are like Old Testament Prophets, they are not the great leader and in that the quest continues, solidifying around Nick Fuentes’ Groypers, Mark Collet’s Patriotic Alternative and the Neo-Reactionaries.These groups share similar tropes to the cult I witnessed all those years ago: The sacred texts, the unimpeachable leader, their claims to great wisdom and insider knowledge, the symbols and phrases that indicate group membership, the former insider who’s now been branded the enemy, the “heavy” right hand man who always accompanies the Leader, the desperate who want to be inner circle and will sell out their families and friends to achieve it, the snivelling liar who pretends to be friends with the outsiders so he or she can find out what they’re saying and report it back to the leader…the causes change, the details remain the same.But always at the core is a message of doom and catastrophe. The end of the world prophesying is always there even though the exact cause of the end of civilisation changes. This is designed to capitalise on the fears of the era, whether it be nuclear war, the return of Satan and his minions, the environment or collapse of supply chains. It’s designed to exploit people’s worries because when they become desperate to escape the catastrophe, or at least be the one who survives it, they will turn to the person who claims “great wisdom and knowledge” for help. As they scratch an existence from the soil as the cities of the world lie in ruin, at least they’ll be able to say “but I survived because I trusted in Hoppe”. It’s when the anticipated disaster doesn’t arrive that these cults either break apart or, tragically, they kill themselves.To be part of a cult is to detach yourself from the world hence the call to leave homes and join in some kind of commune. In today’s digital world you don’t even have to leave home: You can pinch yourself off into a group online and ferment your thoughts with other like minded people and never have any human interaction outside of that ever again. You can even dehumanise those who aren’t on the same journey as you. Make up stories of their evil or immoral behaviour and spread rumours. Advocate for something nasty to happen to an opponent: It’s surprising to note how many cultists harbour murder fantasies of their political opponents and “backsliders”.The modern day political cults and faiths have dispensed with the supernatural aspects that ones back in the past did but, in return, they have elevated certain texts to Bible status. Whilst the Left don’t put great faith in the authors…after all, authors can fall foul of the movement and be purged…and the Right elevate them to mythic status, both are searching for “purity” of thought and action and don’t care who gets hurt in the quest. What unites them is a complete lack of regard or basic respect for everyday human beings because in the end a cult is all about the ego: I’m better than you because I have “insider knowledge” and you don’t. I will ascend to the Utopia, the heavens, the bright shining light and you won’t. I’m special, you’re not worthy.</body></html>

I have first-hand experience of seeing a cult in operation. I was never a member, but I was close enough to it to witness how a group of young people who all shared a hobby ended up being part of a genuine cult, with its own Svengali like figure and adopting an apocalyptic vision for the future. I witnessed friends suddenly drop out of their studies, become distant from their families and, on one occasion, watched an initiation ceremony take place from a distance and all because of one man, who claimed to have had great wisdom and “insider knowledge” and who gathered enough people around him to make his cult happen.

On Political Cults

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<html><head></head><body><h3>Introduction</h3>A few years ago I wrote an article about the 1975 science fiction movie, “Rollerball”, on my own website explaining why I thought it was the best movie about sports ever made. My argument was that it avoided two things that have made sporting movies cliched: One was that in other sports movies the actors can’t play the sport and the real-life sportsmen and women can’t act. As “Rollerball” is a fictional sport we have no real-world examples to compare with what we see on screen so the viewer can’t be taken out of the movie by spotting the faults in the sporting action.The second was that it avoids the usual sports movie cliché of the underdog no-hoper winning the event, often by fair means or foul but always in an unconventional or innovative manner…goaded on by a think outside the box coach who is usually someone who’s washed up and needs a second chance. In “Rollerball” the protagonist is the greatest ever player of the game and he plays for the reigning world champions. The movie isn’t a rags to riches or underdog comes good movie, instead it examines the ethics of sport itself and the people who control it.This article isn’t a rehash of those ideas but instead I want to look at another aspect of the movie, namely its political themes and how they eerily echo current political trends and ideas. Of all the 1970s science fiction dystopia movies (and there are a lot of them) Rollerball is, in my opinion, the most realistic in terms of whether such a future might come true. What makes it so realistic is that the main antagonist in the movie, The Corporate Society and its leader Bartholomew, draw many comparisons to the vision of the World Economic Forum and its leader, Klaus Schwab.<h3>Rollerball: A synopsis</h3>In case you’ve never watched the movie and you don’t mind spoilers I’ll recap what the movie’s plot is and set the scene for my analysis of the politics it throws up. It’s set in the near future; perhaps up to 50 years from now (or 1975) in which the nation states of the world no longer exist and giant corporations run everything including society. In this society war and violence are almost done away with and instead they are contained within a futuristic sport created by the Corporations called Rollerball. The game is a contact sport played in a circular velodrome where players are on roller skates or motorcycles and they have to carry and pass a steel ball and score goals whilst beating opposing players to a pulp. It’s a gladiatorial contest where the teams can use violence to wrest control of the ball by punching, kicking, smashing or even running over opposing players with the motorcycles. Deaths and serious injuries are common in Rollerball and no one is expected to have a long career playing the game.The reason why such a sport exists in this society is articulated by Bartholomew: It is to show the futility of individual effort. Whilst acting as a release valve for the people’s pent up violent impulses, it’s also to demonstrate that no one can be an individual star and master the game…the trouble for the Corporations is that someone has. His name is Jonathan E, the aforementioned greatest Rollerball player of them all. He’s the talismanic captain and star of Rollerball champions, Houston, and he’s gone as far as anyone was expected to in the game. The Corporations have rewarded him with everything they think he deserves and that there’s nothing left to give him so they instruct him to retire from the sport. Jonathan doesn’t see it that way. For him he believes he’s at the top of his game and can offer more so he doesn’t see a reason to retire and, contrary to what Bartholomew and the rest of the Corporate heads think, they can reward him with more.Years previously he had a wife but the way Corporate society works in this world, she was taken from him because an Executive in the Energy Corporation desired her more and as he’s higher up the social pecking order than Jonathan, he gets her. Jonathan is offered a consolation concubine or two to make up for it but that’s not good enough for him: He’s emotionally invested in Ella, his ex-wife, not in these other women. Now Jonathan wants her back; that’s the next reward he wants but Bartholomew insists that Jonathan must never question Corporate decisions and that he will retire.Jonathan tries to get to the bottom of why the Corporations want him to retire and how their decision making works but he finds all information has been digitised, centralised and edited and no matter how hard he digs, he keeps getting rebuffed. Bartholomew isn’t being idle in this time either: He gets the rules changed for Houston’s next game against Tokyo where there are no penalties and limited substitutions. Although Houston win, two of Jonathan’s closest friends in the team are killed…one of them, Moonpie, was taken out by a bunch of Tokyo players who hold him down and smash him at the base of the skull, leaving him in a permanent vegetative state. This was intended for Jonathan but happened to Moonpie instead.Then things gather pace on both sides. Jonathan travels to Geneva to consult the world’s most powerful computer, Zero, to find out how this Corporate society works but the computer is error prone and can only babble when asked questions. It has seemingly lost entire sections of human history from its memory. Meanwhile the Corporations hold an executive meeting where Bartholomew again gets approval to change to rules of the next match: Houston v New York, so that there’s no substitutions, no penalties and no time limit. The match’s sole purpose is to kill Jonathan. On the eve of the match Ella shows up at Jonathan’s house to plead with him to retire and not play but she also tells him she won’t be returning to him and not to question the Corporations. Jonathan dismisses her for a final time, even erasing home movies of them together, and resolves to play.In the match all the players on both sides are either incapacitated or killed. Once Jonathan takes down the last New York player he’s left alone; bloodied, bedraggled and bleeding amongst a sea of carnage and destruction. He takes the ball and scores the solitary goal, ending the match and restoring the rigged match’s sporting status. As he takes of his helmet, blood trickling down his face, he looks ready to collapse but then something happens: The crowd start chanting his name, softly at first but then rising to a crescendo. As the crowd chant, he starts doing a victory lap around the arena, getting faster and stronger as they chant his name. We see that the match has been watched all around the world and everywhere they are chanting “Jonathan!”. Bartholomew and his cronies hurriedly leave the stadium, their system starting to give way.&nbsp;<h3>The politics</h3>The most obvious political theme in Rollerball is the individual vs the corporate. The Corporations control and own everything and expect to be obeyed without question. They have created a form of entertainment to not only satisfy any bloodlust the population may have but to reinforce the message that the plebians are powerless and you can’t achieve anything without Corporate blessing. Into this comes Jonathan, the individual. His talent and ability at Rollerball is at odds with the ethos that individual effort is futile. Not only that, he dares to ask questions and not take the things his lords and masters say at face value. Jonathan is physically capable, intense and sometimes ruthless on the track…within reason and the rules…but away from Rollerball he’s a quiet and humble man who is secure in himself and his abilities, which ironically makes him more of a thorn in the Energy Corporation’s side because if things don’t make sense to him, he endeavours to find out why and that quiet self-belief is contrary to Corporate ethos. Jonathan is a reluctant and quiet revolutionary: He wants to play the game which he believes is an actual sport and he wants his wife back…that he becomes the symbol of individuality and brilliance is a by-product brought about by his experience, training and talent; which he works at. He is not a left wing revolutionary, but a classical liberal one.The Corporate society presented in the film is a fascinating study where the writers and producers give us just enough information to figure out how it works whilst still maintaining an air of mystery as the viewer watches Jonathan trying to discover how it all works. The first thing to note about the Corporations in Rollerball is that they’re not capitalist or free market at all, despite displaying all the trappings of wealth and luxury. This is corporatism, akin to Fascism but without the nationalist aspect to it. The world is run by about ten of these giant corporations but only one is ever named: The Energy Corporation which operates out of Houston and, thus, sponsors the Houston team. The Corporations in turn meet (by video conferencing mainly) to decide everything about how society will run.There are no nations in this world, they were done away with in something called The Corporate Wars. It’s never really elaborated on what those were in the movie, and this is deliberate as the computers where all history is stored is either inaccessible to the public or else has been “mislaid” or erased to prevent people from finding out. However there are clues in the dialogue: At some point nation states became unviable and massive globalist corporations took over. What the nature of this “war” was is left unsaid…we see that the major cities of the world seem untouched and that famous landmarks remain so it might not have been a conventional or nuclear war (a favourite staple of 70s dystopias) but more like a coup d’état. As nations have been done away with there’s a global homogeneity where culture is paid lip service to instead of underpinning society. The Houston team, when out and about in their suits, wear 10 Gallon hats and there’s some nods to the Tokyo team wearing bandanas and knowing martial arts but there’s also a sense of David Goodhart’s “anywhere” about the world depicted in the movie. This is reinforced by the movie’s filming locations, which were mainly in the UK and Germany. Houston doesn’t look like the Houston of the real world. It looks well maintained, soulless and generic. Everything has the same, uniform, retro-futuristic look. There are no antiques, no cultural artefacts outside of landmarks and despite the presence of “city-states” it’s all a pretence: Houston looks and feels like New York which feels like Madrid and so on. That the public support these city state teams indicates that mobility between cities is limited and controlled. After all, there’s no cultural reason to support one over another.It’s also a society without money or ownership. The Corporations actually own everything, even down to people. People don’t have salaries, wealth or savings but instead are given everything as a “reward”. Their houses, vehicles, clothes and other possessions are merely gifted by the Corporations to their charges. Do well, rise up the corporate chain and you’ll get more rewards and promotions which will entitle you to more concessions. Even personal freedoms are parsimoniously handed out based on a reward system. However there is a limit as to how far people can rise: If the Corporation does not think you’re upper echelon material, they block you from rising any further.Even relationships are a commodity and controlled by the Corporations. Marriage is permitted but at any stage a senior corporate executive can steal another person’s partner for themselves. Therefore most people in this society settle for having concubines, again assigned as a reward by the Corporations. Families and children are not seen in the movie. As the Corporations have commodified everything they have seemingly destroyed the nuclear family in the process. Presumably there are children but they are probably raised by the state. When Moonpie is left in a coma, there’s no family of his to be next of kin: That role is taken by Jonathan, his best friend.In this world of no families or long term relationships there’s also precious little feeling or attachments that go beyond the material comforts. Jonathan clearly loves Ella but he can never articulate it to her nor she with him. Indeed, most of the characters are unable to articulate anything of deeper meaning; it’s been purged out of society. Jonathan struggles to verbally put how he feels about the situations presented to him. Bartholomew only speaks in diktats promising either rewards or punishment. It’s not a movie of shouty performances or over the top acting. It’s restrained, with that restraint only broken by the violence in the Rollerball matches themselves. I think this is deliberate; to show how the Corporate society strips men of their souls…which Jonathan is trying to reclaim. In one telling scene, before Houston take to the area to play New York, the rest of the team watch Jonathan silently…they know they’re probably all going to get killed and he knows he is likely to die as well but they can’t put how they feel about that into words so he silently leads them out, they never question his intransigence about retiring to his face.So how does this relate to today’s society and to my point that the world of Rollerball is akin to the vision of Klaus Schwab’s World Economic Forum? Both preach that you will own nothing and you’ll be happy. They control and own everything…not just one organisation but a series of giant, global spanning corporations who will own, make and offer everything which must be earned and dished out according to status. These corporations will in turn meet to set the course of the world at a forum. The nation states are, if the critics of the WEF are to be believed, there to be instructed on how things will be done. In Rollerball the corporate world has merged with government, and that is not a new idea…after all, Fascist Italy tried this 100 years ago…but one that has persisted, especially since the 1990s and private-public partnerships and “third way” politics.The so-called “Great Reset” is similar to the “Corporate Wars” of Rollerball. Both are a new order for running the world, a definite ending of one era and the start of another that has very different rules. Like in Rollerball, all resources and products are controlled. There’s no choice in things and it’s all rationed out. The old, liberal, free market world led to waste and destruction, or so its detractors say. Time for a reset, control of resources and to each according to their need…or what the Corporations say you need. Sounds like a form of socialism or communism but the world of Rollerball we see is a comfortable one with luxury abounding. Fully automated luxury communism, anyone? As such there’s no autonomy in this world but then again, in the real world of 2021 homogeny in thought and behaviour is extolled by the “anywheres” and by your hashtags and emojis your compliance is displayed.The world of Rollerball is presented as clean and environmentally friendly. Houston now looks like Central Germany. In one scene some party guests find an old laser pistol and proceed to shoot up some pine trees for a laugh. This is quite a shocking scene as the destruction is unmotivated and shows a double standard at work: The higher up you go, the more hypocritical you can be and get away with it. Most of the party goers lack the humanity or emotion to understand what they are doing…one of Jonathan’s concubines cries and is upset, but she doesn’t know why and, after all, she shoots the trees like the others do. It’s only pine trees, it’s only property, insurance will cover that. We are told by Bartholomew that corporate society protects the world from all the old “sins” of the past. We had too much freedom, too much choice, things had to be brought under control before it was too late (a theme also articulated in the 1968 BBC sci-fi drama “The Year Of The Sex Olympics”). Of course, this is just Bartholomew’s justification for why his peers took control of the world in the first place. The destruction of the family unit and the cheapening of human life, coupled with Bartholomew’s misanthropic and reductionist view of humanity, is echoed in the arguments of both the WEF, the billionaires such as Bill Gates and social commentators and philosophers such as George Monbiot or Robert Malthus.Finally there’s something about the manner and demeanour of the antagonist, Bartholomew, that is very reminiscent of the WEF’s founder, Klaus Schwab. Other than a physical resemblance, both are highly placed in the world but sneer at it at the same time. Both are utterly convinced that their course is the only correct one; they have what Thomas Sowell has called “The Vision Of The Anointed”. Bartholomew never feels that it’s necessary to explain his decisions to anyone and gets annoyed when they do. When they don’t comply, he leans in and shoots them an unblinking look of contempt. He shows no mercy or compassion to others and although he never raises his voice his ego towers above everyone else’s. He is the archetypal plutocrat, he is Klaus Schwab, Guy Verhofstadt, Bill Gates, Angela Merkel, Gina Miller and Tony Blair. The man who has the world exactly as he wants it and how dare you question that.<h3>Conclusion</h3>Of all the dystopian science fiction films made, Rollerball comes across as the most plausible as we can see the blueprint for the society depicted being rolled out in our real world. That world hasn’t come into being yet, but men like Bartholomew have and are active to make the corporate world come into being. It warns against total, oligarchical control, the cheapening of human life and relationships and the manipulation and curation of truth. But the movie also tells us what ultimately undermines such a corporate world: The ties of family, the need for deep relationships between individuals, the search for truth and of valuing integrity, a shared but not uniformly global culture that has grown organically over time instead of a soulless, artificial one of handouts and goodies and above all, the validation of individual effort.Nb: There were actual rules created for the fictional sport of Rollerball to make it appear more authentic. Many can be gleaned from watching the movie but the Wikipedia entry for the movie lists some of them plus there are various websites that list them as well. As an example of life imitating art, various companies wanted to buy the rights to create and market a real life Rollerball sport and league but were denied by the movie’s producers.</body></html>

A few years ago I wrote an article about the 1975 science fiction movie, “Rollerball”, on my own website explaining why I thought it was the best movie about sports ever made. My argument was that it avoided two things that have made sporting movies cliched: One was that in other sports movies the actors can’t play the sport and the real-life sportsmen and women can’t act. As “Rollerball” is a fictional sport we have no real-world examples to compare with what we see on screen so the viewer can’t be taken out of the movie by spotting the faults in the sporting action.

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