SOR(R)o(W)s, Sins And Supremacy

‘Honest men cannot be expected to anticipate the actions of scoundrels’

I really get Trevor Noah and his classy wit. Especially his take on the ‘civilizational revolution’ which much of Europe foisted on the rest of the world. Of course, the bitter pill of loot, pillage and plunder was cleverly concealed under the sickly- sweet coating of ushering, (read dragging, kicking and screaming) the heathen natives, who did not know any better into the modern age, with its concepts of equality, prosperity and that elusive concept called freedom. It was a promise of a utopian world, were no one would be exploited, everyone would work together for the greater good and mutual brotherhood would rain upon all and sundry like manna from heaven. It was the proverbial pot of gold at the end of the mythical rainbow which when reached would lead humanity towards a bright new dawn.

Well, utopian dreams have a strange way of remaining only dreams and staying as far away as possible from coming true. And this is precisely what happened when the world engaged in a horrendous experiment called colonization. For us lucky ones, who were born with a sky to call our own, it might be difficult to fully understand carrying (in most cases literally) the white man’s burden of ill-conceived thought that anyone who was a shade darker was in severe need of redemption which could only be got through the good interventions of the West.  When natives after suffering tremendously decided that enough was enough and began warming to the idea of claiming their bit of the earth (unfortunately with all its bounties), sea and sky as their own, it was as if the earth shook under their expensively shod feet and sure enough, sturdy native boots landed on their backsides to send them back to where they came from. Adding insult to injury, the natives gradually proved themselves to be as good if not better at managing their countries and themselves. True, there were the initial hiccups, an odd famine here, a few wars there but on the whole, the whole operation was rubbing along far more smoothly than imagined. No one had recalled their erstwhile masters to rule them again, on bended knee, a secret Western aspiration. However, absolute power not only corrupts absolutely but also leaves a rankling lust for it behind long after it has been lost.

And thus began an even more dangerous game: one of dissemination. The old slave and master mentality no longer fit into the concept of the post war (both world wars and cold war) world. And thus, much of the colonized world had to be subtly pointed to the direction in which the old colonial masters wanted it to go. The right noises made at the right times, much hot air about human rights and stirring up trouble where there was none later, the world was beset with wars (evident in Iraq, Syria and Afghanistan), economic crises (Pakistan, Venezuela and Sri Lanka) and several other man- made calamities including climate change. It was of course, so much easier to lecture others on what was right and wrong than it was to follow what one preached.

And when a busybody nonagenarian called Soros, in keeping with his name decided to add to the collective sorrows, well, every dark cloud had an even darker lining. A wonderful concept called the ‘Open Society’ was his beloved brain-child. It meant to do away with national borders and the recognition of different countries in what was to be a ‘truly global’ world. Old wine in a new bottle if ever there was. It was of course, a brilliant concept on paper but essentially flawed because the king-emperor, commander and high priest of this cabal in high places was to be Soros himself, who would not only decide who would rule where and how, but put his chosen ones on their respective thrones and made sure they stayed there. It was loot and plunder by proxy. Open Society would remain open as long as you toed his line. Questioning led to it closing its jaws faster than you could say ‘trap’ and more often than not taking a good chunk of your economy, peace and land with it. Several smaller countries ranging from the African to the South American succumbed to this, for want of a better name, underhanded warfare which relied heavily on arms, oil and pharmaceuticals.  An attempt in vain by an equally vain individual at playing ‘I am the king of the world’.

Since biblical times, the love of money has been described as the ‘root of all evil’ and our man of the many sorrows excelled at economic warfare. Trained at the knee of the master marauders (read London School of Economics), he made the better part of his considerable fortune by shorting the pound against the Deutsche Mark, earning the sobriquet of the ‘Raider of the Bank of England’. The dramatic fall of the Thai Baht and Malaysian Ringgit was also purportedly born of his fertile imagination, though never ‘proved beyond reasonable doubt’. After many such little debacles the world over, it was time to stage a big ‘kheddah’ to net the Great Indian elephant, especially when the denizens of the Indian jungle had had the temerity to elect a nobody who had not trod the hallowed halls of a few of the accepted temples of learning (western thought at its best and brightest) like Cambridge to the highest political post of the country. Not only was the man a forthright nationalist, but a staunch Hindu. The situation was simply untenable.

An uncouth brown man in a position of power! Especially an incorrigible one who could not be bought lock, stock and barrel. Who insisted on setting a nor’nor’east course when told to take the sou’sou’west. Who traded with the likes of the ruffianly Putin and bought and sold oil with impunity. The man had even exhorted his blighted country to come up with a new internet payment system to put paid to any ‘blockage’ sanctions from the West. Talk about a permanent cure for the various constipated nations of the world. A good part of the billion- dollar fortune pledged during the Davos summit had already been spent in half-baked attempts to bring about a regime change during the 2019 general elections, which had unfortunately fallen flat on their faces.

India of course was always a double-edged sword. While a quite a few people, especially in the fourth pillar of democracy could be easily ‘funded’ (read bought) and implanted to peddle their narratives, the number of people buying into it without reasoning for themselves were gradually diminishing, thanks to another revolution of recent times: the internet invasion, which allowed multiple forms of the same story to make its way around the world simultaneously. This of course gave rise to that biggest nightmare of the would-be supremacist: an ability to think and reason. The idea of toppling the Modi Government had latched onto several nefarious minds and the sorrows of Soros were intended to rain down through the stock market. An attack on a big business house, the owner of which was always in the news for more of the wrong reason of being the power behind the Modi puppet, never mind that he commanded a port-to-power conglomerate was the piece`-de-resistance that would send the entire Indian economy into free-fall beyond the point of no return.

The public sector banks which had lent lakhs of crores thanks to ‘crony capitalism’ would bear the brunt taking with them the small savings of the common man. When food was whisked away from the table, there would be chaos, fostered by a few discreetly placed rioters who would covertly carry out their master’s bidding in return for the thirty shekels of silver. If Jesus could be betrayed, Modi was small fry. But that was not to be. The Indian stock market took a hit, but the welcome spectacle of a blood bath did not follow as expected. Moreover, the banks had the temerity to declare that they were not as exposed to the business house as claimed, leading to the exposure of an old man who was still trying to play the obsolete game of White supremacy, sinning in trying to cause unnecessary sorrows.

In a way, we have Georgie-Porgie with his puddings and pies to thank for revealing the chinks in India Inc.’s armor so that we who have grown steadily to become the fifth largest economy in the world are not caught napping the next time a damp squib called Hindenburg Research tries to cheaply spook our economy and get away with it. Maybe it is time for George Soros to learn from Brendan Fraser to become ‘George of the Jungle’ the ‘all round good guy’, loved by all instead of going down in history as the ‘George Sorrows the Scoundrel’, the ‘all round bad guy’, despised by all.