I read with great interest the long letter that Paul Heinen published at the Forum, on the two major taboos that weigh on public opinion, namely the energy plan of the country and the question of wind turbines which shred our landscapes.
We read a critical, highly scientific analysis, bare numbers to support it.
It was the bright path of a thought wiped out by all the parasites of sentimentalism.
Let’s recall the end of a very detailed presentation – these few sentences are marked at the corner of wisdom and should make the politicians in charge of the dossier think.
“Mir kënnen net méi nokucken, dat Industrieanlage matzen an d´Natur geprafft ginn, ouni dat eng Bedreiwerfirma, e Ministère oder egal wéi eng aner Lobby noweise kann, wat et konkret dem Energiesystem, der Natur an dem Klima bréngt.”
This warning was to “please” the tartuffes who took possession of public opinion.
They profess with arrogance of pontiffs their truths which they pass for unshakable gains.
They form the backdrop for a new faith – a new orthodoxy that it is not good to pass through the crucible of doubt, otherwise you will be covered in insults.
Yes, we are in religion – the ecological religion, which is like any other, made up of dogmas and therefore of intolerance, fanaticism and blindness.
Mr. Heinen will be able to support his speech with the most solid arguments, you will not believe it.
It will always collide with the wall of the ideological-affective block that is sealed from any objective perception.
We will refuse to read what he writes.
We will content ourselves with vociferating, yelping, pushing onomatopoeias of hate.
We will curse the protester.
In illo tempore, he would have been ostracized from society as a heretic, apostate, relapse.
Today, we will place it in the dark category of populists (Sic Dieschbourg which should explain the meaning of this super-masonry that it recently conveyed – what is a populist in the context under discussion?).
It is in this deleterious atmosphere where the irrational takes precedence over reason, that democracy will change slowly, slyly, but surely into a dictatorship of emotion.
We will end up, to paraphrase Chomsky, by brainwashing and fabricating consent against all common sense, but in the end, the pleasure of savoring in the company of Turmes, a Ricard in hand, the spectacle of wind turbines disfiguring our fine landscapes.
For pears!
January 06, 2020.
Gaston VOGEL
