Entry: Nazi/Illuminati Theory, Source: "Everything Is Under Control: Conspiracies, Cults, and Cover-Ups"

[Ryan Carboni]

>The simple response, and antidote, is "basic human rights"

>From Kafka's The Trial:

"You fool yourself in the court," said the priest, "it talks about
this self-deceit in the opening paragraphs to the law. In front of the
law there is a doorkeeper. A man from the countryside comes up to the
door and asks for entry. But the doorkeeper says he can't let him in
to the law right now. The man thinks about this, and then he asks if
he'll be able to go in later on. 'That's possible,' says the
doorkeeper, 'but not now'. The gateway to the law is open as it always
is, and the doorkeeper has stepped to one side, so the man bends over
to try and see in. When the doorkeeper notices this he laughs and
says, 'If you're tempted give it a try, try and go in even though I
say you can't. Careful though: I'm powerful. And I'm only the lowliest
of all the doormen. But there's a doorkeeper for each of the rooms and
each of them is more powerful than the last. It's more than I can
stand just to look at the third one.' The man from the country had not
expected difficulties like this, the law was supposed to be accessible
for anyone at any time, he thinks, but now he looks more closely at
the doorkeeper in his fur coat, sees his big hooked nose, his long
thin tartar-beard, and he decides it's better to wait until he has
permission to enter. The doorkeeper gives him a stool and lets him sit
down to one side of the gate. He sits there for days and years. He
tries to be allowed in time and again and tires the doorkeeper with
his requests. The doorkeeper often questions him, asking about where
he's from and many other things, but these are disinterested questions
such as great men ask, and he always ends up by telling him he still
can't let him in. The man had come well equipped for his journey, and
uses everything, however valuable, to bribe the doorkeeper. He accepts
everything, but as he does so he says, 'I'll only accept this so that
you don't think there's anything you've failed to do'. Over many
years, the man watches the doorkeeper almost without a break. He
forgets about the other doormen, and begins to think this one is the
only thing stopping him from gaining access to the law. Over the first
few years he curses his unhappy condition out loud, but later, as he
becomes old, he just grumbles to himself. He becomes senile, and as he
has come to know even the fleas in the doorkeeper's fur collar over
the years that he has been studying him he even asks them to help him
and change the doorkeeper's mind. Finally his eyes grow dim, and he no
longer knows whether it's really getting darker or just his eyes that
are deceiving him. But he seems now to see an inextinguishable light
begin to shine from the darkness behind the door. He doesn't have long
to live now. Just before he dies, he brings together all his
experience from all this time into one question which he has still
never put to the doorkeeper. He beckons to him, as he's no longer able
to raise his stiff body. The doorkeeper has to bend over deeply as the
difference in their sizes has changed very much to the disadvantage of
the man. 'What is it you want to know now?' asks the doorkeeper,
'You're insatiable.' 'Everyone wants access to the law,' says the man,
'how come, over all these years, no- one but me has asked to be let
in?' The doorkeeper can see the man's come to his end, his hearing has
faded, and so, so that he can be heard, he shouts to him: 'Nobody else
could have got in this way, as this entrance was meant only for you.
Now I'll go and close it'."




>From another part of The Trial:

They're only allowed to deal with that part of the trial which the law
allocates them, and they usually know less about the results of their
work after it's left them than the defence does, even though the
defence will usually stay in contact with the accused until the trial
is nearly at its end, so that the court officials can learn many
useful things from the defence.