About This Analogy of Marriage
The analogy of marriage to help understand the League's actions.
About this analogous thing called a marriage between the League and its members. Some of you are put off by my analogy. I don't exactly understand why it rubs you the wrong way, since it's only a comparison thought up to explain why the Mandarins and many officers in the League would be so pissed. Perhaps your resentment is attributed to the very personal and lingering memories of broken marriages in your own world or
whatever, in which case I apologize for drumming up long repressed memories which I assure you I don't take lightly. However, I think it is an absolutely brilliant analogy which I came up with on-the-fly to help facilitate understanding the Mandarins' reactions.
First, we need to agree on some naming conventions which I used in the past that confused many of you. But only because I knew where I was going, and being a passenger from the back seat doesn't afford one the best view.
Specifically, in this discussion as also reflected in many of my past posts in this thread, I use "League" where many of you felt should have been "Mandarins." Although I thought the reason would have been obvious then, it certainly should be obvious now. The Mandarins have not cornered the market on the arrogance on Old Earth and I also suspect as much of the coddled complacent core worlds of the League. They are accompanied by many officers who undoubtedly share their exact same sentiments, rooted mostly in fertilized hatred for, and resentment of, all things Manticoran, and
may even be fueled by a little of sitting in Mesa's pocket - a vantage point that can be very persuasive against
even one's own native sensibilities. This does not mean that the
average innocent Solly in the street should be associated with the corrupt, arrogant and misled thinking of those who would misrepresent them. Albeit,
their blindness and affinity for being brainwashed is
also subject to consideration in this matter. After all, their indoctrination is contracted out to that altruistic paragon of the Solarian League government - Education and Information.
Exhibit A:A Rising Thunder Ch. 29 wrote:Lyman Carmichael, who’d never expected to replace the assassinated James Webster as Manticore’s ambassador to the Solarian League, stood at a fifth-story window and looked down at a scene out of a bad historical holo drama. His perch in one of the Beowulf Assembly delegation’s offices gave him a remarkably good view of it, too.
Frigging idiots, he thought disgustedly. Only Sollies. Nobody else in the entire galaxy would’ve swallowed that line of crap Abruzzi’s passing out! But Sollies? Hook, line, and sinker.
He shook his head. In a reasonable universe, one might have thought continual exposure to lies would instill at least a partial immunity. Looking down at the sea of angry, shouting humanity clogging the plaza outside the Beowulf residence seemed to demonstrate it didn’t. In fact, he was beginning to think continual exposure actually weakened the ability to recognize the truth on those rare occasions when it finally came along.
You’re being cynical again. And unfair, he admitted unwillingly. But not too unfair. It’s not like these morons hadn’t heard both sides of the story—or been exposed to them, anyway—before they decided to go out and demonstrate their stupidity.
For the moment, Carmichael was relatively safe in a personal sense, here with the Beowulf delegation. That shouldn’t have been a significant consideration, but it was in this case. Under interstellar law as accepted by most star nations, his person was legally sacrosanct, no matter what happened to the relations between his star nation and another. Even in time of war, he was supposed to be returned safely to his government’s jurisdiction, just as any ambassadors to the Star Empire were to be repatriated under similar circumstances.
So, when it appeared to many of you that I mistakenly used "League" to represent the GA's enemies, there was a bit of method to my madness.
Solely as a convenience in this discussion, I will use League to represent both Mandarins and affected officers, because those two entities, in tandem, are who will be represented by the ships carrying their flavor of human element. And I'd either have to use the less efficient "Mandarins and officers and affected Solarian citizen," or I can simply elect to substitute "League" - which simultaneously references all parties concerned, per this discussion. Since I favor the latter construct, I'll use it. Where I might encounter the need to generally reference the League, I'll simply refer to "League proper."
Now, before we start, pour yourself a cup-o-Joe. Joe always seems to relax my friends, male and female, somehow. I wish I knew his secret, but Joe's a miracle worker when it comes to soothing the savage beast lurking in humanity. I hope to truly help get a feel for the Mandarins' and the many officers' disgust. I think it is important to storyline that we fully understand human nature, which isn't always black & white.
At any rate, there aren't many things more personal to us than our own relationships. Most of us can understand the excrement that can come out of letting our guard down and trusting our heart to someone else. Almost every human being on the earth has, or will experience this kind of joy and pain. Even a preschooler isn't immune to it, which is partly why it's such a poignant analogy, other than for its psychological truths.
Beowulf is a founder. Consider that fact in the light of a pact made between you and your best friends as adolescents. As kids, we pledge to always be there for each other. We even adopt disgusting rituals like spitting in our hands then shaking on it to seal the deal. That was our version of blood brothers. If one of us were to become traitorous down the line, it would cut us clean to the bone. This disgusting ritual certainly isn't legally binding, or would even come close to standing up in a court of law.
But! Transgressions are made against people, not against laws. Laws don't kill. People kill. Crimes of passion are a result of disrespected sensibilities, oftentimes exacerbated by carelessness, ignorance, irresponsibility, and dispassionate inconsideration.
In light of this even more fleshed out analogy, let's open up with Tsang to really get the ball rolling. But as a lead-in, let's consider another passage later on in the chapter of Carmichael's reflection. . .
A Rising Thunder wrote:He couldn’t hear the individual chants or shouts through the background surf of crowd noise, not from the fifth floor through a hermetically sealed window. But he knew what they were screaming. And even if he hadn’t known, he could read the placards and holo banners.
MANTICORAN MURDERERS!
BUTCHERS!
HARRINGTON + TREACHERY = MURDER!
REMEMBER FLEET ADMIRAL FILARETA!
ASSASSINS, NOT ADMIRALS!
THIEVES, LIARS, AND MURDERERS!
And there was equal time for Beowulf, of course.
TRAITORS!
MANTICORAN PIMPS!
WHO’S KNIFE IS IN ADMIRAL FILARETA’S BACK?
WHERE’S YOUR THIRTY PIECES OF SILVER?
BEOWULF HELPED MURDER ELEVENTH FLEET!
WHERE WAS ADMIRAL TSANG WHEN ELEVENTH FLEET NEEDED HER?
The Solarian League's citizens are like an old indoctrinated hog that can easily be force fed slop and led to slaughter.This truth is part and parcel to why so many Solarians deep throated Mesa's rhetoric that the SEM was complicit in the Green Pines atrocity.
Onward march to the depths of the human element surrounding poor old Tsang's despair. . .
Tsang had been given Operation Arbela, the supporting thrust of Operation Raging Justice into the heart of the Manty Home system. I imagine she was proud and ready to stick it to those upstart, arrogant neobarbs causing so much trouble for the League. The League is always right on all matters. After all, they are the invincible Solarian League, and if there is a problem in some system on the peripheral of human existence, then those neobarbs should go through proper channels, but
never ever take matters into their own hands and challenge the League. The only reason these neobarbs are alive in the first place is because of the good grace and mercy of the mighty Solarian League.
To be sure, this is not the reality this messenger agrees with, nor is it the absolute reality existing in the galaxy, but it
is the indoctrinated reality of most Solarians that we, and the GA, have encountered. It is simply sacrosanct Solarian truth. You can bank on it. Solarian arrogance has been traded as a viable commodity on NASDAQ for centuries.
Tsang hypers in-system and had to confront her own founding cavorting with the enemy during an operation of war (niggling details). She finds out that Beowulf will not allow her to support her comrades -
Solarian officers - against a neobarbaric enemy, just because they were in bed with them. Then Beowulf proceeds to show Tsang technology that is obviously developed by the enemy. Akin to the wife showing an abusive husband a ring she got as a gift from the new suitor. Do you think that would be advisable or smart on her part?
Then later, Beowulf reveals a hidden enemy force hiding in stealth to Tsang. Akin to the wife saying, "Let me introduce you to my new bf. Come out from hiding in the closet honey, so I can introduce you to this idiot husband of mine."
Do you really think that's a smart thing to do to the sensibilities of a husband you know is abusive? It wouldn't be a smart thing to do to a husband who
isn't abusive, let alone to one who is. It certainly wouldn't be nice. Or advisable.
Alas, the revelation and twisting knife in the heart of the husband isn't quite over yet. He realizes that the activity at the back door of his gfs home (activity at the junction) was actually her allowing the new bf to sneak in right under his nose. Now, I'm going to leave you to contemplate on your own what an abusive husband would say and do as a result of that one.
Poor old Tsang had to be livid! I wish I could hear her uncensored cuss words behind the spittle issuing from the vitriol finally escaping her lips, when she wasn't choking on her own words from sheer shock.
Tsang turned her fleet around because she had to. But I wonder just how much cussing she did all the way back to Solarian space. And all through the debriefing.
Before anyone play that same old record again. No, Beowulf wasn't legally married to the League. But they did have a legal relationship with them, which is why they had to go through preliminary proceedings and proper protocol to end the relationship, the same as any wife must do too. Beowulf certainly didn't think of the relationship as the League did. But many women find out that the few dates she had with some guy has become more to him than she bargained for. And if the creep is an obsessive, abusive jerk, she's in for a world of hurt. And all from what she thought was simply a casual relationship without any emotional entanglements or intimate bindings.
It may offend some of you, but please do not shoot the messenger who simply informs you that oftentimes art imitates life. Rather, use this knowledge to protect yourself.
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