Censorship, Death and Che Guevara

One thing that struck me while reading 21 Techniques of Silent Killing by Master Hei Long was the descriptions of the techniques were as cold as the title. Considering the sensitive nature of its subject (Killing, Death) the Master’s words were so literal and industrial that you wouldn’t be blamed if at some point you thought you were reading a recipe from a cookbook. If you’re interested in these kinds of things and have the tendency to imagine yourself in the shoes of the person you’re reading about, the book pulls you in, rolls you around a bit and just throws you out disoriented, into the faggot that you have become in your mind. It’s not that this is so different from all the murder inc type instructional books out there in what it contains and traditionally, most of these books give the impression that everything in them are theoretical and that actually doing them hands on are plain crazy and if some crazy guy actually does them for kicks they’d be sorry it happened, but in 21 TSK forget about the friendly metaphors and parental warnings, the assumption is if you’re such a morally binding citizen why the fuck did you read this book, now fish out your trusty nunchaku and sharpen that shiv cos you’re no longer looking in.



I was thinking about it and I realized that, bearing in mind the serious business that killing is, books like this have a reason for being banned as oppose to how determined and stupid we all are to demand censorship be lifted on all things people like Master Hei Long throws at us. The military precision of the writing is well deserving of the seriousness of the subject. It diverts the generally gullible minds to straggle away to greener or sorrier pastures. Anyway, let’s digress a little here, let’s lift the damn censorship and hawk the Anarchist Cookbook in the next book fair for instance; it becomes a best seller because people buy them as survival guide. Then popular publishing houses started rolling out books about killing with funny anecdotes and college friendly manga type figures come next winter. Then just when you thought it’s the best thing since discovery channel some crazy nerd went John Rambo on his high school friends because nobody likes him and he stinks. Fact is when people started explaining about the gravity of the subject at the prologue of instructional books, they only spur interest, it’s like smoking is cool when you’re in high school and stupid high school kids think you have street creds or whatever but not so much when you’re addicted to it and you can’t shit unless you turn your toilet into an indian smoke signal.



Let’s be fair to our senses and think about what we’re fucking with before we shout ‘Ban Censorship’ to everything. We are slaves of generalization, we tend to worship everything new without thinking about what we really want. A few years back we saw Che Guevara as some sort of cool public enemy type revolutionist, sure he’s a great guy with great ideas, utopian but great anyway but many of the people sporting Che’s Ts don’t know anything about what he stands for or what the trend was all about. And people who think they’re above the rest delved too much into the little details and realized that he was all about torture and didn’t give a cow’s backlight about them. We either hide behind our ignorance to find the ultimate coolness or we dig up the reason the rest of the world is not and fail to see the big picture. Some of us are so blinded by the trend that we’d mistake a nipple suction for a bong pipe while some of us read too much into stuff to be a little more obscure that we’d masturbate with it. The upshot is that we trivialize the ideals behind great ideas and pass them off as seasonal whim for peer conscious pricks to boost their ego with. Somewhere along the line we just played down what could have been more to us then we never knew when it hit the air in a big way.