July 2000/January 2001
History of the Patients’ Front
Basics-summits, completing remarks, fractures
Who, who not?
Only the Patients’ Front (PF) has made history, the PF alone, all and all-in-one, all a universe [all-ein]. The Patients’ Front alone speaks for the Socialist Patients’ Collective, for the whole SPK, now more than ever.
World history has never made history. It is but the record of animal-like (!) barbarian stupidity. Nothing against animals. They follow their species; because at least they have got one. The likes of us do not have the slightest idea of it, or else we, pre-humans like all the others and the much larger rest being, at least have got a presentiment of it: The secret of illness is the human species. It is because we know this, and we know and we knew it with all the certainty of illness, that today the SPK is called and is: SPK/PF(H), MFE (Multifocal Expansionism). There is and there was no SPK, no PF, except in this, all forms blasting form. So, who? The history of the Patients’ Front, made by us, recorded only here for the first time! Who not? All the others outside, along with their trite and beastly stories [Allerwelts- und Viechereiengeschichten]. Pet food.
Concept of Illness
Nobody and nothing rules amongst us, except the matter, except the materiality concept of illness [Stoff Krankheitsbegriff]. To short-circuit it with their everyday life, to complete the concept of illness to a coherent and all-encompassing theory (Only accomplished things crash constructively …), was too much for some already, but only a few, even to begin with. Even dis-united recently by common agreement [auseinandergeeinigt], since the completion of the Patients’ Front, or decades ago in an isolated case, we, the SPK/PF, have to speak also for them, we, the SPK/PF(H), MFE, and nobody else.
It simply is and remains the main difference in principle and in strategy, for instance, to privately pay again medical bills (THEY!), or to collectively bleed the medical doctors’ class to death (WE!). To be in favour and not against one’s own illness, to propagate one’s own illness instead of hiding it, this is the first pathopractical step, even before the concept of illness, or hand in hand with it: self-stigmatisation.
The Jean Paul Marat of Peter Weiss from 1965 in a group of madmen on the theatre stage of Wiesbaden, yes, something like that they applauded, those of Heidelberg’s medical doctors’ class, a case for them, together with the revolution, together with Sade, Corday, Danton, "brain nappies" (instead of brain gears, P. Weiss, not Marat), and more like that. Without being called, but in collegial spirit by means of psychiatry (in the form of an expertise, and, if necessary, even in the form of a chief expertise) via a special court (rebuffed!) they tried to "liberate" the founder of the SPK from prison, that is to say: to render him harmless. Rebuffed, right down the line, as is well known. Yes, the abortionists of the human species, of what is a first approximation to it, react reflexively and fully automatic, exactly as does today’s medical doctors’ class in the suit of biogenetics and its euthanazism. So, what we talk about here, is the Patients’ Front before the SPK. We talk about the proximity to illness by self-stigmatisation and about the concept of illness as the inverse human species still entirely in the phase preceding the beginning of history, still entirely pre-humans among pre-humans, that means pre-hominids, pre- or pro-hominid people, provided that one does not think of apes. No, this has nothing to do with Marat, trained doctor and treacherously murdered revolutionary.
The proximity to illness (it is present!) and only through that the proximity to the human species (it is lacking, the lack), however approximate to it, decides on the beginning of what, as history, corresponds to its concept: always river up, against the current, weirs to be broken in front, rivulets seeping away behind, in brief: make the medical class lose ground and water, dry out their policy of compromises and catastrophes from opinion polls and plebiscites up to ballot boxes and cemetery urns.
The history of the Patients’ Front is not only the history of the concept of illness, but first and foremost and up to the completion of the Patients’ Front half a decade ago it is the history of confrontation, the history of the confrontation-patients with front head-on [Stirn], with stars [Ge-stirn] and fronting [Front] against the pre-historic white army (the medical doctors’ class in any case) of all fractions and political shades from green and red over black-brown up to mouse-grey-party-sectarianism. It’s not that they care too little about illness, these lefties, no, this is not what we reproach them, as some have suggested before; but that they abort the human species before it exists, these pre-humans, leftists in any case, when they speak out, these pre-humans of a pre-history of millennia, that is what we do not like. And this and nothing else is at the same time the most general interest common to all, just as everything that lives and resists, or not, wants heaven on Earth, but, please, as a being of the human species [Gattungswesen Mensch] for a doctor and a medical clone, and also an animal, which has got its species already, couldn’t do anything at all with it, as, by the way, teach also all the religions.
How many angels, that is messages, pieces of information, would fit upon the point of a needle had been an undecidable contentious issue for a long time. Megabytes on a microchip, of course, today. But how much illness-species-human-being [Krankheitsgattung Mensch] fits upon the earth? Well, to answer this one must resort to the universe [das All], and, this also teaches the history of the Patients’ Front made by us, to the unity of all-in-one, the totality of the universe, the unity of the greatest possible diversity in the unity of all all-loneliness [die All-einheit, die Einheit einer groesstmoeglichen Mannigfaltigkeit in aller Alleinheit], the new-revolutionary class against the all-dominating iackers’ class (medical doctors’ class).
For, in the written down complete concept of illness, four further moments are not named. First, the short-circuit between illnesses and species, because impossible on earth, is the first result of an absolute fantasy, that is to say a fantasy detached from everything that exists. This has to be learnt in the first place, in order to be understood. Its space is beyond the stars, beyond the starry sky; because, if there is no place on earth, at least there is. Too subterranean, too radicularly-radical [wurzelhaft-radikal) is the short-circuit between illnesses and species with respect to the terrestrial body. Too long already it had to wait for the thermomimetic iatroclasm. It wants to be practiced and exercised in particular and in everyone, the collective body of warmth as its intermediate stage, utopathy as the final product, being as unstable as it is stable in its effects [wirkstabil]. Like the place beyond heaven the terrestrial body, too, did not need a special annotation when the five-partite concept of illness had been drawn up. That is because concepts are also an embodiment of implicit and inclusive concepts [Begriffe sind eben auch Inbegriffe], and without a prior decision in favour of illness Marat becomes very easily morass. This is pre-human prehistory with the lying Baron of Munchhausen as its corresponding expert. PF/SPK has pulled itself up from the swamp by its own strength. The iackers’ class (medical doctors’ class), quite the opposite: it pushes the patients’ class deeper into the swamp, and that has repercussions, so that the singular bodies are overflowing with pharmaceutical poisons of all kinds, additionally contaminated with radiation, and even the cemetery wardens, the academic pathologists on duty, occasionally warn of the increased radiation exposure resulting from cemeteries, as if they were nuclear power plants and garbage dumps. But what is named PF/SPK, every action, every event and manifestation, every internal and certainly every public statement with regard to planning, implementation and verification was and remains attuned to the concept of illness. Some others would rather have it differently. That is, let’s say, 500 concepts of illness, for each one of the SPK, person to person, one of their own. That doesn’t even work with sport and play, otherwise, there would be at least 22 balls at a time in a football match instead of one. The Munchhausism of the media gossip shitheads may sprout its games, its swamp flowers and stupid calves wherever it wants. Not with us, there is no place for that in our collective, otherwise let them be summoned by the bailiff.
Where do we get our zest, what has inspired us, where does our persistent unbroken will come from? From the four unnamed moments of the concept of illness, this would have been the correct answer and we have given it many times. Some of the let’s say quite common co-prisoners threatened us to beat us up for that, not to mention even worse things, on the part of political ones, outside and inside, yes, outside, because outside and inside are alike, in any case. But, so far, no media shithead dared to lay his hands even on the five named moments of the concept of illness. And his contemporary witnesses were only eloquent with respect to what they were not allowed to know, which, as a matter of fact, they had learned afterwards by media shit tales, little stories, tiny anecdotes, and anti-, even little anti-psychiatry anecdotes. Everyday life matters are for sure not just day-to-day-routine but they are catastrophically banal, and any short-circuit that destroys them is entirely justified in advance by the concept of illness. For some of us it is just incarnated in flesh and blood: maltreated and crippled and incapacitated for work since the third decade of their life due to the living conditions the medical doctors’ class is responsible for, for a decade now such a front patient calls almost daily asking us about the concept of illness regarding his everyday life matters, just like others of the mouse-grey iackers’ cronyism consult the weather-report. No, he was not in the SPK, at that time, he was still in nappies, according to his own words. But one, one in ten thousand, is, if not the best (Heraclitus), then, in any case, better off. Yes, the aristo of the aristocrats is anagrammatically based on the iatros of the iatrocrats, did you know already, Thou best of the best, Thou most worthy, noblest, exponential normalinskis of today’s normoisie-bourgeoisie?
Free of domination and authority, the concept of illness is available since it began to make history. The rest is the great seduction under the dictatorship of the iackers’ class, both modern as well as postmodern. That, inevitably, becomes second nature to everybody and passes in everybody’s flesh and blood, as already at the time of the SPK. Our concept of illness, let us hope so, never will appear in the philosophical Archive for Conceptual History, but it does so on a global basis and in a stunningly illustrious variety like little anecdotes, everyday catastrophes and pregnant with banalities in the gene passport, and the pre-humans will compete with each other in the pedestrian zones, in the city, in the country side, and overseas, for who has got the most beautiful genetic label. A beginning has already been made when the media shitheads and every Tom, Dick and Harry are trying to sell off illness-conceptual matters under the label of self-help groups, not least as a gift in the form of a free subscription for Christmas under the star of Bethlehem, due to the immense sales difficulties. Therefore, we have not done so badly to situate the concept of illness beyond the starry sky, the sky of stars, the cranial vault and the confrontation heaven [Sternen-, Stirnen- und Konfrontationshimmel], quite frontally; after all, the star of Bethlehem, too, like all the others, is too beautiful to be as well true without the concept of illness. Because we are not concerned with prophetic predictions, and, afterwards, with well-we-knew-it-from-the-start, everything happened as predicted; because we are concerned with the cosmic-social-revolutionary making of history, we raise the species quite a bit higher above the sky than all the zodiacs, yes zodiac-constellations [Tierkreiskonstellationen], and the great zoological garden remains a zoo despite Aquarius, Virgo, Gemini and even Sagittarius, too much hunters’ yarn for us, unfortunately. But nothing against animals, as already mentioned. For the sake of illness, we like to swing to the sky as heaven stormers [Himmelsstuermer], instead of storming means and remedies [Mittel-Stuermer], instead of storming as centre forward on the football field [Mittelstuermer], and be it, as most of the time, in front of the TV. And the Cherubic wings had been already assigned to us [zugesprochen] by the four unnamed moments of the concept of illness, unnamed, because they are not in need of encouragement [Zuspruch] , these four glyphs: species, illness; illness, species. In terms of the pointed out concept of illness simply self-begetting [Selbstbegattung], the third moment, no matter if right-rotatory, better, of course, left-rotatory, and don’t they have six wings, aren’t they likewise inspired [befluegelt] six times, the Cherub, the double-helix, left before right?
Yes, these are quite arbitrary positings [Setzungen], without rhyme or reason and without any sense, all of them, let’s hope so. But history that has been made, history generally has to take facts that are free from empirical reality into account in a highly distilled manner with regard to their possibility of being short-circuited, so to speak, regardless whether they fit, and no matter whom this suits or not. The distillates of the highest degree, the species, concept for its part already, and the concept of illness have their practical test only in whether or not they are really feasible. Well then, between the beginning of the Patients’ Front and its completion by the resumption and reincorporation of the SPK in the context of PF/SPK(H), MFE, for half a decade now already, and that entirely in public, there are 3 decades of continuous and reality-stable consolidation against all existing conditions and real circumstances. Whoever is looking for an expression for the methodical approach of the conceptuality of illness as a species [Gattungskrankheitsbegrifflichkeit] to the real beginning of history, now 35 years back, as already mentioned, may well call this methodical part realisation of constructs by deduction from the universals [universaliendeduktionistische Konstruktrealisierung]. It is part of diapathics just as our material dialectics based on the analysis of commodity [warenanalytische Materialdialektik] is part of pathopractice. Toy horses for academics and scholars like university conflict, neoliberalism, communication guerrilla, structuralism of power, political therapy, triple sexism, genderism and whatever else, we did not have to throw off as ballast in the first place, because the actual effective history, made by us, has passed over all these little stories long ago and without any cuts.
Histories of occuring events,
There are more and stronger machines and mechanical monsters on earth than people, or rather than pre-humans. In general, you can forget people, they are built-in and just another piece of machinery. Decisive for victory or defeat in open wars is the mass of mechanical commodity-monsters. And the medical doctors’ class as the best organised army in the world is controlling and commanding today’s mechanical dinosaurs and pterosaurs as safely as they control and command their estate of patients: reproductive self-begetting [Selbstbegattung] of a commodity-mechanical machine kind [waren-mechanisches Maschinengeschlecht], decisive is exclusively the mass volume, medically normalised down to the very last joint, joint-tight. With concepts of history you cannot come to grips with these histories of occuring events [Begebenheitsgeschichten]. Therefore, making history, having it made; for, the weight and burden is light, because warmth is inverse gravity, the same as illness is inverse species. History and revolution do not exist in any other way, for, not every uprising is a levitation, not every revolution a historical progress or regression ("historical materialism"), as little as "self-contemplation of the world spirit" at the very end after series of progresses and relapses into barbarism. These concepts of history capture extremely well occurences and, of course, the use of radioactive carbon markers and alike enhance the datability of any documents and old bones. But the reptiles made of metal and plastic, millions-heavy, are they not much more revealing, when, as battle tanks in unknown quantity, they are not set in motion against the SPK, only because the North-Baden part of the overall medical doctors’ class has been demonstrated self-made history by their patients property, history that does not fit in any ultra-prismatic, in no telescopic, in no infrared gunsight? Inverse illness was at work there, without self-consciousness, labelled in hundreds of different ways and diagnosed beforehand, but liquidated by self-stigmatisation according to the concept of illness, and no concept of history – be it of a Marx, of a Hegel, or even of a A. Dominguez Ortíz –, if a front patient would have betrayed it to the iackers’ class, would have reached their armoured, usually drugged pterosaurs quartered in barracks, awakened them from deep sleep or even set them in motion. In any case, no-one betrays [verraten] the concept of illness, and even whoever guesses it [erraten] cannot do without it [entraten]. It must be a very, an extremely strong field of tension generated by the strength of illness [krankheitskraeftiges Spannungsfeld] and we gladly leave it to an anticipating glance of human species [Gattungsvorschein], as in the aforementioned example. For, we leave the short-circuit between illness and the species to absolute fantasy instead of leaving it to angels and sparrows, instead of leaving it to megabytes and microchips. The consequences would be devastating histories of occuring events, that is anything else but history. In its core, the Earth is a body of warmth. Whoever needs a concept for the corresponding method, we suggest the term thermomimetics. PF/SPK(H) MFE does pathopractice it, in the state of utopathy, not only since half a decade: revolutionary goal achieved, an end of history made by ourselves not in sight, be it only because of the many giant reptiles and armoured saurians. And from the iackers’ class and its clones never will derive the human species. Be it in life or in death; recently a death candidate, labelled by psychiatry, is said to have asked in all seriousness whether they would be so kind as to keep the desert to his more than sumptuous last meal warm until after his execution. If there is someone to blame for this and suchlike things, it is not us with our body of warmth in utopathy. We also cannot recognise an anticipating glance of human species in that, neither according to the simple probability required by the legislator according to medical norms, and certainly not according to a probability bordering on certainty. But still, and gone is gone.
Messages pass us by as a-historical background noise according to which, at the via Appia near Rome, a gravestone of Greco-Roman antiquity documents the victory over the medical doctors’ class, recognisable by the word Iatronike*. We, on our part, strongly prefer the self-made illness-inverse universality of the species [Gattungsallgemeinheit] to the abstract universal species death; for, the species death is not that abstract, because, after all, it exists quite concrete as ruling class of the medical doctors, again and again preventing the human species from coming into being through free self-selection and free reproductive selection, today more than ever, shoulder to shoulder with the park of metal and plastic reptiles that over-populate the earth for economic exploitation, shoulder to shoulder not only with genocide but also with the anticipatory murder of the human species. To the histories of occuring events that are neither history nor have they ever made history, belongs also a pre-biblical document that records an apparently very violent uprising against the doctor-priests. Well, they are always the first to run away when illness is brewing, and by that give rise to rejoicing parties, as notes a Parisian professor of psychology of unfortunate remembrance. And by the power of the Foucault pendulum, of all things and not really that far, he does not seem to have even been slightly touched at his bald-headed numskull during his living and writing time. True history is neither commuter traffic, swinging back and forth like a pendulum, nor everyday patchwork cobbled together from dusty museum documents and radioactive carbon. To the species of the pigeons, but also to all peace doves, perished in the gutter under spasms caused by neurotoxins or captured and decapitated up to several hundreds in diligent piecework in some basement by municipal employees in need of some extra income, it wishes wholeheartedly that they forget the power along with its birds of prey and that they incorporate the enemy image of the likewise biped friends of animals and man according to the brand and norm of the primeval tribe of the white army. With us, at this regard there is running a full program, published as Power, Iatrarchy / Illness, Violence. The humanisation of nature and the naturalisation of man are among the nicest histories of occuring events we know, recorded in the blue volumes**, so let’s turn the page!***
** Marx/Engels Collected Works, in German blue (translators’ note).
*** Philosophy has inherited the euthaNAZIstic International. Laughing heirs: the Eugenics Movement, WFMH (World Federation for Mental Health), Mengele, Vallejo-Nájera, and no ending. However, it may be that there are still directors of philosophy, and every feuilletonistic media shithead, copyist, plagiarist and high-volume writer, can hope to be awarded the title of Philosopher. With regard to the subject of illness and species this is totally irrelevant and hardly even an annoying nuisance. After Numbers and Supernumeraries (1978), and even before, after Ueberrumpelung und Entruempelung ("Surprise Attack and Clear Out", SPK Documentation Part III and IV), all this and suchlike were thoroughly dispatched already long time ago on a true-to-scale-level, and especially on a philosophical level. The realisation has left its marks. The point is to use them!
For the beginning and the progression of our history with the species, every linguistic system and every numerical system were, so to speak, poison for pigeons. Or has anyone ever heard or seen that pigeons, passed to birds of prey or thrown to them as bait, see these die of peace – sorry, read: become peaceful? Numerical and linguistic systems are all the more poison where – different from the doves of peace, well, which ones are we actually talking about? -- yes, we know, we hope you know, too, dear readers – there was not even the slightest developed idea of the absence of a species. Therefore, it was only in connection with the species that in addition to all the making of history we were also able to note it down, to sketch it. For many this was useful, and as far as we know, no one, for instance, has become a drug addict for it, nor was anyone pleased by it, let alone touched by compassion, apart from some initial difficulties. Even less for those of Peter Weiss’ Marat-farce, and for the relevant part of Heidelberg’s press the transition from the Proto-Patients’ Front to the equally real Socialist Patients’ Collective was soon pure horror and the acted-out compassion was soon over. The liquidation of all linguistic and numerical systems, necessary for the species, puts in place of the word the absolute fantasy, linguistically free and deductive from the universals [sprachenthoben universalien-deduktionistisch], and in place of the number it puts thermomimetics, all forms-blasting as material dialectics based on the analysis of commodity, not to be confused, for example, with the primal scream of others, at that time as fashionable as the famous latest craze (dernier cri), or, today, with anything that sells, at least it sells, adjusted or not to the criteria of the media shitheads. Whoever as a native speaker of any native language converses with other speakers of the same native language about ours, often is insistently taken for an alien, after the first quarter of an hour already, nowadays as well as back then in Heidelberg, Frankfurt, and elsewhere; however, the assertiveness by virtue of the strength of illness is assured to these native speakers of ours anyway. We have broken the fang of the linguistic and numerical systems poisonous to the human species, and this too is part of the history made on our own. With us, names and numbers do not exist, if avoidable. They are histories of occuring events with no history, exactly for that reason. Especially in the context of the SPK, there appear in the media-shit reports time and again names and numbers read and heard repeatedly, the sure proof that it has nothing to do with SPK and certainly not with Patients’ Front. Our planning is pathastrically founded [pathastrisch begruendet] and our actions are astropathically secured [astropathisch abgesichert], which means that despite their uniqueness they remain unsolved. Criticism, the State, and the iacker-normoisie-bourgeoisie firstly do not concern us at all as they are nothing but histories of occuring events and we don’t give a shit about them. We would no longer have to hide neither names nor numbers; because, unlike in other so-called conspiratorial contexts, our attacks were always a step ahead of the persecution, prosecutors (we!) instead of persecuted. And the threshold against intrusions and assaults, continually raised by us already, we have raised even more, where it seemed necessary, or we have renewed it at least, with lasting effects. And even before they had locked us up in prisons (1971-76), the government, the lackey government of the iackers (Piazolo and consorts), had locked and walled themselves in day and night in the bunkers of their headquarters. This, we had neither known nor suspected until 1990. Miracles are not so shy at all, if they are made easy-to-care.
(to be continued)
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Socialist Patients' Collective / Patients' Front, SPK/PF(H), 20.11.2018