THE SELF-EVIDENT EXCEPTION

A Six-Year Record of Inevitable Victory

By Michael Moriarty

Freddy – Friedrich Nietzsche that is – is a relatively recent acquisition. He was miffed to be labeled a "possession" of any kind, hardly thinks of my mind as a museum, a musty old storage bin perhaps, and expressed his dismay, ruffled his feathers a bit then ordered me to "move on with this chapter." He’s considered the "novelty" among us. That’s because he "arose," so to speak, from a philosophic region known as "beyond good and evil." Actually, he wrote a treatise with that title. As usual, he’s proved to be almost the antithesis of that work. The real meaning of that title is "Let’s cut the hypocrisy!" Therefore, it contains a frequently amusing morality. All of his work does. All writers, immoralists or otherwise, always reach out to us from some plank of righteousness. That James Joyce thought "the motive behind all literature is revenge" hints at one of the oldest crusades in history. The author of Ulysses and other works rarely makes appearances here. When he does, his sidekick Samuel Beckett, his former secretary and world-renowned playwright, is with him. They sit around, side by side – they’re inseparable – and say absolutely nothing… for hours at a time.

At any rate, Freddy so influenced his contemporaries of the 19^th Century that the fallout from his own impact still lingers into the Third Millennium. Actually, the Christian hypocrisy within the Clinton Global Advertising Campaign is so teeth-rattling that Freddy’s never been more in his element, never so presented with a veritable shooting gallery. He’s ecstatic at all the targets. He decimated the previous 1,800 years of moralizing lies. He knows, better than most, what a foundation of quicksand Christianity is built on.

He appears in my work-in-progress screenplay Marlon and Mao as an actor portraying Mao Zedong. He also, as Marlon does, appears as himself. He helped to create another fictional character in another script of mine, Boogie ‘n Bildy (co-starring, of course, Boogie Jeff), the role of François Bilderberg, secret Wizard of the United Nations – it could even become a musical with a theme like that. Bildy is an increasingly horrifying prankster behind the building of the New World Order, a kind of guru of Eugenics. Neither project has been completed due to the ongoing press of campaign editorials. Hopefully one of these film scripts can at least be recorded on tape for the lonely commuter’s amusement, if not actually and very inexpensively made into movies. I’ll arrange for my good friend Edmund Purdom in Rome to do one of my plays as a talking book.

Come to think of it, Freddy has been a prodigious contributor to that area of my campaign that I should know most about: entertainment. His satellite vision, a view so high above most of us, is unerring in its insights. He will take one acceptable perspective and then rack it into a higher and more all-encompassing purview. Previously agreed-upon conclusions are never destroyed, they simply sparkle more brightly in a wider light.

Needless to say, he’s invaluable to us now, an immutable source of clarity and at times quite frightening in the ease with which he, a master of the subject, can discuss purveyors of the intellectuality of "beyond good and evil." He smiles through his own observations without a "nanoqualm" or remotely perceptible flicker of conscience. The rest of us sit and listen as if tuned in to an old-time radio horror show.

"Did he just say what I thought he said?"

That’s Freddy, and if any of us can dance with this seemingly endless line of eager Intellectual Supremacists, it’s Freddy. He’ll dance them right through their ballroom of beyond good and evil and into the permanently damning retainer walls of Eternity and its infinite loathing for hypocrisy.

"Auf Wiedersehen, hypocrites!"