From the Editor
August 1, 2014
The need for a sense of security makes us view events as a logical sequence, even if it’s negative. I mean, what the hell, one thing has to lead to another, someone has to be planning it, and someone has to be running things. Like God, for instance.
Unfortunately that’s the version for naive optimists. And also for declared pessimists. Realists, even if they’re not cynics, are convinced that chaos is the only order there is.
That, at least, is the case in the short and medium term. Maybe looking back we can find some kind of logical sequence of events at work, but then we all know it’s easier to be wise after the fact than to predict the future.
Take, for instance, the eavesdropping scandal that we describe in this issue of The Warsaw Voice. There’s nothing we’d like more than for it to have been the work of some perfidious foreign intelligence service that was out to destroy Poland on the way to fulfilling some evil long-term plan. Or we want it at least to be a political-criminal mafia that wanted to seize everything and everyone by the throat and control events in order to satisfy its own rampant egotism, its lust for women, power and money, not to mention its taste for nouveau riche cuisine and trendy drinks. And a taste for language that smells of the sewer.
Most likely, a couple of waiters with a few other smartasses serving tables and listening to the garrulous guests decided they’d stumbled upon a gold mine. First they thought it’d be secret information, the kind coming in handy when you play on the stock exchange. When they heard what the blabbermouths really had to say, they decided on blackmail. But someone went too far, let the press in on it and the milk was spilt.
And then there’s the downing of the Malaysian passenger plane and the murder of the 298 people on board. Again, some cretin went too far. And the war had been such fun, too. You seized a building here, a town there. You set up republics, put professional soldiers into guerrilla uniforms, presented them as patriots. You handed out distinctions, power and money. Some people got killed in the process, but they were locals—an anonymous mass in the eyes of the world. And suddenly a band of dolts see a large plane in their sights. It must be a transport aircraft from Kiev! Just like the one we downed a few days ago. Go for it! Suddenly: dead silence. And then a global uproar.