The Kandahar Giant. Many U.S. soldiers and people like them report or share a story about the spotting and killing of an enormous giant in Afghanistan.
The Kandahar Giant. It was red-haired and extremely tall, it emerged from a cave and engaged the combat capabilities of some large number of US soldiers and maybe their Afghan allies.
The Kandahar Giant. It is typically cited in connection to the lore of the nephilim, the sons of god came down and spent time with the daughters of men. These were the mighty men of old.
The Kandahar Giant. So the government is hiding things. The ancient stories are true. We live in a created world. Americans found something older and greater than them and all they knew and killed it.
The Kandahar Giant. But they do tell the story. Images are drawn. Between the space of an enquirer and a witness. Between the space of bones and bread.
The Kandahar Giant. To get to the bottom it would take some group of investigators. Credible to the people and competent among themselves, but their identities secure enough and their lives hedged against risk.
The Kandahar Giant. In a time when sheriffs departments or the wholes of smaller U.S. states can be dominated by a conscious apocalyptic conspiracy.
The Kandahar Giant. Or a less conscious tendency toward graft and intimidation justified by feelings of chosenness and justification.
The Kandahar Giant. But as people become victimized investigators will be needed to get to the bottom of incidents like shakedowns, frame-ups, and seizures at borders. But who could be such an investigator?
The Kandahar Giant. Between the decline of the classical neurotic bourgeois capable of self-discipline and guilt and the rise of urban rents little space is left. What would it mean to support “democratic culture?”
The Kandahar Giant. Someone now who, say, fixes a car and drives to west coast might develop a new and unique understanding of electromagnetic flows, the positive and negative poles, the lifecycle of stars.
The Kandahar Giant. With knowledge like this in hand one can commence turning control of territory into control of capital flows.
The Kandahar Giant. Another who can’t be found for a week turns out to be okay. In an era of porous borders and low-intensity conflict there are more occasions to disappear.
The Kandahar Giant. One who works in a factory may write a new Stoic Epistle and participate in democratic cultural forums. And due to long-running processes the coral reefs are bleached.
The Kandahar Giant. Even among those who are inveterate critics or opponents of a burgeoning movement they see holding possibilities of violence and self-destruction. But those who are young, who are just coming of age and lose an eye to riot cops “less-than-lethal” weapons or receive good school lessons on the world situation or what it means to take a moral stand will by and large age healthily and carry these experiences as lessons.
The Kandahar Giant. It was a real possibility that the peripheral areas were pacified decades ago by the brute structural forces of famine and emigration restructuring the ground beneath our parents’ feet. But even more, the very people ready to be a “step ahead” of anti-systemic action and make sacrifices are bound to be a little odd.
The Kandahar Giant. And the closest thing we know to les colones are fantasy of the clarity expert knowledge can bring to complexity. Because even if they can, they always fail to communicate it.
The Kandahar Giant. For example the killing of George Floyd might have been motivated by Derek Chauvin’s own involvement in the very counterfeiting ring that led to the call from Cub Foods–see the cop and victim both employed at a nightclub and hence Chauvin’s determination to kill. The same can be cited to show the depth of complicity or particularize the incident between the two men.
The Kandahar Giant. Only with the firm substrate of prayer and forgiveness and only in a context of historical-epistemic-naïveté. Because otherwise you talk yourself out of it or end up as Cassandra.
The Kandahar Giant. It can be a sad thing to recognize oneself in the things surrounding you. You can go underground for years with your true love and communicate on an up-front humanistic level with realism about everything, and seek it your whole life, and it is still tragic.
The Kandahar Giant. Usually specified to be red-haired. Drawn at least a dozen times by Forteans, evangelicals, UFO writers and video hosts.
The Kandahar Giant. I can tell towards the end of life what it meant to give a toast, as much for you as for the company. Always for the story and introduction. I can see why they would hate you and fight.
The Kandahar Giant. Of course they want to be good people. But apparently have no truly-felt criteria, no image of the good life of this good person. Hence constant feelings of catastrophe in misplaced tests. And this is the wunderkinder? Lead us not unto temptation (the trial) and deliver us from evil (the evil one.)
The Kandahar Giant. Oh the deep gut rage against empire’s crimes. I am an anti-imperialist. Don’t give any grief about identity and action. It is not even a feeling of betrayal anymore. It’s opposite actually, an appreciation of germinating seeds in an overgrowing understory.
The Kandahar Giant. Yes, a beast. With eyes like this, this many legs, a head, no tongue or tongue wounded, more sacred of you than you are of it and not housebroken.
