We waren maar druk met die rellen afgelopen dagen (8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 en 1). Dus in plaats van een round-up, vandaag wat reflectie.

Sinds het begin van de rellen is er een stuk tekst dat we maar niet uit ons hoofd krijgen; The Tarantulas, uit Nietzsches Thus Spoke Zarathustra **(1885), pagina 74. We durven de stelling aan dat de tekst 1:1 van toepassing is op nagenoeg alle (overwegend blanke) mensen in en rond Antifa & Co. Wat Black Lives Matters betreft ligt dat veel ingewikkelder, omdat zij in hun kern wel degelijk een reëele misstand agenderen, maar ook bij hen vindt de tarantula zijn nest, zie bijvoorbeeld het bovenstaande filmpje. 

De essentie van de tekst is dat activisten die schreeuwen om gelijkheid en rechtvaardigheid - en die schreeuw gelijkschakelen aan virtue itself - in hun hart eigenlijk uit zijn op wraak en méér macht dan nodig zou zijn voor gelijkheid en rechtvaardigheid.

Onderstaand de tekst, na de breek waar we nou eigenlijk naartoe willen, want het ligt een stuk complexer dan 'jij bent een tarantula en ik niet'.

XXIX THE TARANTULAS.
Behold, this is the hole of the tarantula. Do you want to see the tarantula itself? Here hangs its web; touch it, that it tremble! There it comes willingly: welcome, tarantula! Your triangle and symbol sits black on your back; and I also know what sits in your soul. Revenge sits in your soul: wherever you bite, black scabs grow; your poison makes the soul whirl with revenge.

Thus I speak to you in a parable—you who make souls whirl, you preachers of equality. To me you are tarantulas, and secretly vengeful. (...) Therefore I tear at your webs, that your rage may lure you out of your lie-holes and your revenge may leap out from behind your word justice. 

For that man be delivered from revenge, that is for me the bridge to the highest hope, and a rainbow after long storms. The tarantulas, of course, would have it otherwise. "What justice means to us is precisely that the world be filled with the storms of our revenge"—thus they speak to each other. "We shall wreak vengeance and abuse on all whose equals we are not"—thus do the tarantula-hearts vow. "And 'will to equality' shall henceforth be the name for virtue; and against all that has power we want to raise our clamor!"

You preachers of equality, the tyrannomania of impotence clamors thus out of you for equality: your most secret ambitions to be tyrants thus shroud themselves in words of virtue.

(...) Out of every one of their complaints sounds revenge; in their praise there is always a sting, and to be a judge seems bliss to them. But thus I counsel you, my friends: Mistrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful. They are people of a low sort and stock; the hangman and the bloodhound look out of their faces. Mistrust all who talk much of their justice! Verily, their souls lack more than honey. And when they call themselves the good and the just, do not forget that they would be pharisees, if only they had —power.

Although they are sitting in their holes, these poisonous spiders, with their backs turned on life, they speak in favor of life, but only because they wish to hurt. They wish to hurt those who now have power, for among these the preaching of death is still most at home. If it were otherwise, the tarantulas would teach otherwise; they themselves were once the foremost slanderers of the world and burners of heretics.