Focusing On Certainty

The amazing movie 'Any Given Sunday' is a perverse film in a sense, because it portrays two categories of 'management' necessity in producing success - the genius and 'the cattle' - and makes out that both are able to exist simultaneously on the same page. They are not, and they never exist like that at all in real life.

It really doesn't matter that people will want to argue that they co-existed for Vince Lombardi, but they never did.

Made it. Everything went well.

'The cattle' is the phrase used by big-league movie producers, football team coaches, owners, even manufacturing industry concerns when they mean to say they want or need adequate individual talent 'on their team' in order to achieve the outcome they are driving to attain.

But a genius manager or producer needs nothing of the kind and, indeed, 'nothing grows in the shadow of the oak' - except death-cap mushrooms.

A team of superior talented individuals never will play together as a genuine 'team.'

Me and you are not superior talents. Neither are we, necessarily 'genius managers.' We are the dogs who are in need of the genius coach. 

And in today's world, there is no such thing - there is no one, and nothing, to look at, to focus your mind upon and draw in from, the spirit of victory.

We are not champion players on the field, and there is no genius coach looking after us.

When you have a personality of that kind to look at, to get inspiration from, the one thing their image feeds into your inner being, is self-confidence and a belief, just that small crack of light that suggest real success is possible.

The loss of such characters is on account of the modern phenomenon of false realism, which is a masquerade of jealousies and envies.

Malcolm Muggeridge, the turn-coat Christian (who started out as an atheist) and formidable Fleet Street journalist, for example was extremely deprecating of Ian Fleming, calling him 'an Etonian Mickey Spillane... ...whose only approach to women was that of sexual appetite.'

In fact there are things he said about Fleming I will not give the space to repeat. They are atrociously rude and betray so much social envy that it is a pointless waste of time even mentioning them specifically.

Let's look at 'Mickey Spillane.'

Spillane is what I would say is a jocular realist. And that is a completely different thing.

Spillane actually liked people and I think was very forgiving of human failures.

When today's aficionados talk about pop Hollywood multi-billion dollar franchises like the Marvel Universe, and DC, they all think they know what that was all about in history...

Spillane wrote most of the key Batman, Superman, Captain Marvel, and Ms. Marvel story-lines. You can go 'Google-search' that now.

He is, obviously, known for the Mike Hammer novels though and almost nothing else.

Mickey Spillane knew the difference between stupidity and actual comic irony and the artistic dimensions of fantasy drama like early days' comic books - whereas today's mainstream media, entertainment, and Hollywood Movie Studios take the laughter and applause tracks on their 'official comedies' actually seriously as an intrinsic part of 'reality.'

Ian Fleming was incredibly generous and warm to those he rated highly, and appeared to be cold and distant to fools and the lesser types of mortals.

But Malcolm Muggeridge held Fleming out to be 'callous' and without feeling - and this was something others accused him of too: namely that he never felt anything for anyone unless they had died (gone so far as to have procured a righteous death in whatever vain attempts they were engaged in pursuing to impress him, I suppose being the implication).

But if you look at Muggeridge, hold him in your focus - he is not a leader, and he is not inspirational either. But today's fools will account him as a 'spiritual,' and therefore moral if ill-informed, realist. By which they mean to say he is a cynic - something they approve of, especially if it is self-conflicted (as in his case, by his apparent Christianity) - whereas is simply a jealous person, and so are they too likewise and merely congratulating themselves when they pat Muggeridge on the back.

Most people today will say that realism is the true and the ultimate 'morality.' And they will also all tell you that there is no God, because how could He exist when there is so much evil and so much suffering.

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However I will tell you what realism is.

If you go out into the Transvaal, you will not just by going there find a diamond. And you will not become rich, and you will most likely just get thirsty and remain or become poor.

'Reality' and realism, is about the guy who does or who did though -, find the diamond.

And I know that person.

The guy - and the diamond - are extreme rarities and they come at a huge price.

True reality is asymmetrical.

The pathetic, the stupid, the ignorant, the self-misguiding, the evil, the disgusting - are vast in size and many in number.

What makes you a 'realist' by staying in that mound of rubbish when you know there is something else, albeit rare?

The only thing that is certain about someone staying, choosing to stay, in that part of the Venn Diagram - is an absolute guarantee of certain failure.