The secret of the demagogue is to make himself as stupid as his audience so they believe they are clever as he.
(Karl Kraus)
Gudrun had abandoned the DFU, when the AFV had offered her better conditions. The peace party was on the downgrade anyway. The clamour for peace was a thing of the past. At present, folks were no longer interested in this trite aspiration. The space quest and the ice were the important themes nowadays. The AFV was hollering for an all–out space effort, that was making them attractive for many people. – True, the conservative Schmidt government were giving their all for success in space. But most young people didn't have trust in those old geezers. Herbert Weller was rather one of them, youthful, enthusiastic, dedicated, maverick and sparkling.
The lad was a magician; Gudrun had witnessed it here in Berlin. He had enchanted the audience, had transformed them into an abulic mob. It had been phantastic, absolutely weird. The lush bloke had teased her indeed, had made her horny to the core. – But this hair–riser wasn't the reason for working for the AFV. The person who had hired her was Klara Schmittke, the party secretary. Because of ample experience gathered in advocating the DFU, Gudrun had been the ideal candidate for AFV party lawyer.
Klara was a ruthless bitch, a former DVP valkyrie, con–wise and savage – and also deep in love with Herbert... But even this bull–dike was sincerely believing in space exploitation. Space was the future. Colonies on Luna, Mars and Venus were only the beginning. The old farts were going to die here on Earth, but the young folks would fly to Alpha Centauri and Sirius. – Gudrun, however, while deeply aroused by Herbert, did not believe in this space humbug. Space travel was absolute high–tech business, nothing for jailbirds and ex–peaceniks. And while consuming drugs might help imagining space adventures, it was a bad recipe for proper space faring.
Nevertheless, people were in full cry after the current space gest. Even the recent loss of a Raumschrat and two poor space farers, together with a load of vital material, hadn't stopped the hype. Sacrifices had to be made, they were unavoidable, said Herbert – and the masses were believing him. The government was telling the same story, but people were sooner listening to Herbert's tucket. The ice might be coming, but Germans would thumb their noses on the glaciers – and fly to the stars.
It was bizarre, in Gudrun's mind, but it seemed to work. Folks were not panicking, there was no mass stampede to the lands of the south. People were toiling and starving to make the space effort happen. – This was not due to the government's lame propaganda, but to Herbert's forceful campaign. – Sometimes, Gudrun was wondering what was going to happen if the space mission failed, if Weizsäcker's little sun turned out a flop...
(Karl Kraus)
Gudrun had abandoned the DFU, when the AFV had offered her better conditions. The peace party was on the downgrade anyway. The clamour for peace was a thing of the past. At present, folks were no longer interested in this trite aspiration. The space quest and the ice were the important themes nowadays. The AFV was hollering for an all–out space effort, that was making them attractive for many people. – True, the conservative Schmidt government were giving their all for success in space. But most young people didn't have trust in those old geezers. Herbert Weller was rather one of them, youthful, enthusiastic, dedicated, maverick and sparkling.
The lad was a magician; Gudrun had witnessed it here in Berlin. He had enchanted the audience, had transformed them into an abulic mob. It had been phantastic, absolutely weird. The lush bloke had teased her indeed, had made her horny to the core. – But this hair–riser wasn't the reason for working for the AFV. The person who had hired her was Klara Schmittke, the party secretary. Because of ample experience gathered in advocating the DFU, Gudrun had been the ideal candidate for AFV party lawyer.
Klara was a ruthless bitch, a former DVP valkyrie, con–wise and savage – and also deep in love with Herbert... But even this bull–dike was sincerely believing in space exploitation. Space was the future. Colonies on Luna, Mars and Venus were only the beginning. The old farts were going to die here on Earth, but the young folks would fly to Alpha Centauri and Sirius. – Gudrun, however, while deeply aroused by Herbert, did not believe in this space humbug. Space travel was absolute high–tech business, nothing for jailbirds and ex–peaceniks. And while consuming drugs might help imagining space adventures, it was a bad recipe for proper space faring.
Nevertheless, people were in full cry after the current space gest. Even the recent loss of a Raumschrat and two poor space farers, together with a load of vital material, hadn't stopped the hype. Sacrifices had to be made, they were unavoidable, said Herbert – and the masses were believing him. The government was telling the same story, but people were sooner listening to Herbert's tucket. The ice might be coming, but Germans would thumb their noses on the glaciers – and fly to the stars.
It was bizarre, in Gudrun's mind, but it seemed to work. Folks were not panicking, there was no mass stampede to the lands of the south. People were toiling and starving to make the space effort happen. – This was not due to the government's lame propaganda, but to Herbert's forceful campaign. – Sometimes, Gudrun was wondering what was going to happen if the space mission failed, if Weizsäcker's little sun turned out a flop...