Make The King's Body Greater Again

One of the really fascinating things about watching fascism in action is that fascism has like two primary modes: a) death-trip annihilation and b) torpid senescence. Both modalities are accounted for in the language of strength and health plunging toward the void. the only remaining questions are timeframe and affect. Commitment to the regime and the regime's shifting ideology must be demonstrated to be more important than life itself. Anything which connects to reality, to a series of causal relations occuring outside of the desire and will of the regime is deadly to the regime's capacity to be total-spectrum real-real. Totalitarian regimes don't need to have 24/7 control of movement/action as long as they have roughly 40% of a population's active consent who are super into that kind of closed-reality loop which awakens childhood feelings of parental absolutism, the more arbitrary the better. it doesn't matter if the father or husband is abusive, so much the better. In the end, reality will always disappoint a totalitarian movement. if one can defeat one's enemies fast enough and get left alone to drift in obscurity, you can have a kind of museum-preserved great-again for decades where everything is imbued with a stifling, necromaniac choke out indefinitely but the more likely outcome is climactic annihilation driven by coterminous regime narratives which rely upon stark confrontation with a series of interlocking external and internal enemies which are somehow both multifarious and unified. 

A Pandemic offers a fascist wizard a lot to work with if said fascist wizard is unconcerned with ultimate outcome or happy to accommodate utter annihilation, believing themselves always immune or indifferent. A total collapse and partial remaking of entire civilizations could be effected and to what end? To summon hell to earth? To allow for final winners and losers etched into infinity? 

We Are So Strong We Do Not Require Life To Live

We Are So Powerful We Do Not Require Discernment
We Are So Just We Will Mean More Dead Than Alive

Who lives and who dies is a favorite game of tyrants.
Don't believe those who tell you the tyrant is failing.
Failing at what? doing what they were never going to do?

Getting courtiers to claim absurd things in public for the amusement of the tyrant is another favorite thing, the greater the absurdity the better. If having to abase themselves before the tyrant destroys them so the better. This proves the power of the tyrant. The tyrant can determine the personhood of a subject with the turn of a thumb. Destruction of even relatively loyal footsoldiers for relatively minor infractions inconsistently in front of the others improves the tyrant's ability to impose their will reflexively. 

What the tyrant is doing is training the nervous systems of others to be extensions of their own nervous system. If they flinch, everyone around them flinches. If they roar, everyone roars. It is a form of possession, a form of imposition, an expansion of the king's body into the body of the populace as a slowly spreading virus from the top of the pyramid down. This is a very old form of magick. It is regarded with distaste by the leet at their peril because it works. at full bore it is almost unstoppable. eventually even this will exhaust itself but it can take a long time, the more so because many who are annexed by the king into the greater body like it and miss it when it is gone and resent its loss. I believe because it is absurd etc. snake oil isn't just a panacea to calm nerves, it is also a test of faith.